Hi everyone,

I am sorry I had not updated. This story introduces our other protagonist, Alex. Please read on and tell me if you like it!

And just a remainder: we are still in the past story which has happened before Chapter 1.


Alexander

Alex pov

I got up from my bed to the streaming rays of sunshine. I dressed up and looked out of my cabin's window with a cup of coffee. I checked my phone to see if Patch had called. He had not. God, I sighed. What was up with this boy?

Anyways, I am Patch's twin brother, Alex, short for Alexander Cipriano. I am elder to him by full ten minutes. Actually, Patch's real name is Jev. But somehow the nickname got stuck with him. We were both heavenly angels, but Patch got on the dark side and became a fallen one. To prevent him from doing something wrong again, I became a fallen angel myself. I live in a wooden cabin in a forest protected by my powers. This place is situated in a secluded place near California.

Patch used to live with me and listen to me till now, but he got his hands on the Sacred Book, and now he dreams of becoming a human. I tried to tell him to leave that dream, save someone's life and become a guardian angel, but he was adamant and shifted to California.

A few days ago, he had called me and told about a Nephilim girl, whom he had found to fulfill his dream. After that, I used my powers, to see the future and saw two visions. One was Patch killing the girl, and the other was Patch protecting the same girl. Now which of the two I should consider? I told him about the visions, and he has stopped contacting me. I am worried now that he would do something wrong.

Honestly speaking, I was not worried whether the girl in question would get killed or not. Yeah, I know that sounds selfish, but I was more worried about Patch. The last time he had called, he said that he was going to join the school where the girl studied. Then his plan was to gain her trust and then BAAM! Kill her. Then he would become human. But I seriously doubted it.

I finished my coffee and was looking out of the window. Just then my phone beeped, informing me of an incoming message. I took it and checked the message. My coffee cup almost fell down while I read it. The sender was, no doubt, none other than Patch.

Hi bro,

The girl's name is Sam. Full name: Samantha Stellar. I have already joined her school and also seen her house. A rich one too. Pretty soon, I will be killing her and will transform into a mortal human. If you have changed your mind and want to help, call. Otherwise, consider this message as a spam.

Yours,

J/P

Sam pov

Patch – the name itself spells trouble. Due to this reason, I look at Biology classes with disinterest. Why? Because whenever he is around something or the other happens.

Hazel's been teasing me that I might have some hidden affection for him. No damn way. Whenever he is with me, he always finds a way to annoy me. I tried to ask my teacher to change our seats, but he just wouldn't listen. He said that Patch was becoming stronger in that subject sitting next to me. So it was of no use talking to him. I absolutely hate it. Anyways, Hazel's teasing got stronger when our teacher had paired us all for a Biology assignment and I got paired up with Patch.

So today, here I was, waiting at the local library for Patch. I had called him and we had set the time and place for completing the given assignment. But he was late by twenty minutes now. I would wait for five more minutes and then leave.

Just when I packed my books and got up to leave, Patch came in and sat in front of me. I folded my hands in front of me and gave a frustrated sigh.

"Where were you? I have been waiting for almost half an hour now." I said.

"Sorry, I had a important work to complete." He replied.

"And what was that, may I ask?"

"I work at Chili's cafe. Today I was working overtime."

"Hmm… Now, shall we start the assignment?"

"'Kay."

I sat again and opened my bag. "Go and get some reference books on genetics," I said. He got up and went to the 'Subject: Biology' rack. I took out my book and pencil case and put them on the desk. When he came back, I opened the book and wrote the name of the assignment and the date. Then we both did some research and were making a rough copy.

Halfway through it, Patch got up. I looked up and raised my eyebrows in question.

He said, "I need to leave. I have some important work to do."

"Now?" I protested. " We are not yet done."

"How much more is left?"

"Um… Nothing much. Just we have to do a partner analysis."

He smirked. He drew out a paper from his pocket and showed it to me. I gasped. It was my bio-data, complete with my likes and dislikes. But how did he know? I had never told him anything about myself. "What…"I started, but he didn't let me finish.

"Don't worry, I will rewrite it all down neatly and give it to you." He said.

"How did you know all that? I have never ever spoken to you about my personal life."

"Samantha Stellar," he said, taking my full name, "I know everything about you. Your mind is so readable, just like an open book. All these days of sitting next you finally paid off."

"Well, now how am I supposed to write about you if you are leaving?"

Instead of replying, he took my hand and a pen and scrawled his number. With that, he went out, leaving me gaping at the door. 'I will never call him' I thought as I packed my bag and got up.

(Hours later, in the evening)

I was sitting at the dining table in the kitchen playing my guitar and singing while Dorothea was making my dinner. When Dorothea finished, she said, "I have made some tomato soup and vegetable tagine. And take care. I am going for now." I nodded.

She went out into the hall and suddenly turned. "Oh, and yes, I forgot. I will not come for a couple of days. My aunt is ill, and I need to go there. Will you be alright?" I nodded once again, and she went away. I went up to my room and put the guitar in its case and came down.

I took a bowl filled with the tomato soup. As I sat stirring the soup, I thought about the assignment. It was due in two days, and we; I mean I had to still complete the major chunk of it (as Patch had completed his part). Partner analysis was nothing but the data of the person doing the assignment, collected by the other one. But the most important one: How did Patch know my personal info? I have never even talked to him properly!

I looked at my palm with his number. It was faded, but distinguishable. I took my phone and punched the numbers in. Before I hit 'call' I kept a pen and paper ready.

Secretly I hoped Patch didn't answer my call. Why, just don't ask. Feeling hopeful, I pressed 'call'.

Patch answered on the third ring. "What's up?"

In a matter of fact tone I said, "I'm calling to see if we can meet tonight. I know you said you're busy, but—"

"Sam." Patch said my name like it was the punch line to a joke. "Thought you weren't going to call. Ever."

I hated that I was eating my words. Wait. How did he know that? I had not voiced that thought aloud. No, Sam. Think about it later and concentrate here now. I hated Mr. Holiday and his deranged assignments. I opened my mouth, hoping something smart would come out. "Well? Can we meet or not?"

"As it turns out, I can't."

"Can't, or won't?"

"I'm in the middle of a pool game." I heard the smile in his voice. "An important pool game."

From the background noise I heard on his end, I believed he was telling the truth—about the pool game. Whether it was more important than my assignment was up for debate.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Bo's Arcade. It's not your kind of hangout."

"Nor it's yours. Are you not underage?"

"That's not your problem."

"Then let's do the interview over the phone. I've got a list of questions right—"

He hung up on me.

I stared at the phone in disbelief, and then ripped a clean sheet of paper from my notepad. I scribbled 'Jerk' on the first line. 'Always un co-operative. Maybe an underage drinker. Will die of liver cancer. Hopefully soon.'

'Excellent physical shape.'I immediately scribbled over the last observation until it was illegible.

The microwave clock blinked to 9:05. As I saw it, I had two choices. Either I fabricated my interview with Patch, or I drove to Bo's Arcade. The first option might have been tempting, if I could just block out Holiday's voice warning that he'd check all answers for authenticity. I didn't know enough about Patch to bluff my way through a whole interview. And the second option? Not even remotely tempting.

And now, I had no choice but to go there. I put my hair into a messy ponytail and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I took my bike keys and my wallet and went out of the house, locking the door behind me.

Then I went into the garage, unlocked my bike and sped along the road to Bo's Arcade.


Sorry for the cliffhanger guys! It is going to be updated soon. Reviews please(Making puppy eyes)!