Sorry its been awhile since I've updated. D; Vivi, and I have been busy, but we still manged to write! So here you goooooooooooooooooooooo.


I was in a forest. Running. All I knew was that I had to get away from the shadows. They were chasing me. As fast of a runner as I am, I still couldn't outrun them, they were gaining up on me. I frantically looked through the forest, searching for an escape. My vision was blurry, and it seemed like the forest was endless. Everywhere I looked, I saw these abnormal, shadow-like … things closing in on me. I screamed for help, and tried to dodge them, even though I knew it was no use. I was already backed up into a tree, the shadows only merely two feet away. My heart racing in my chest, and and I could feel the adrenaline running in my veins. I screamed as they came closer, all of them chanting something. Suddenly, a figured appeared from between them walking towards me. The figured had wings. A wing span bigger than any animal I've ever seen. It was a human.

"Well hello, Nora." It said.

The voice was male, deep, familiar.

Stefan.

He was in full view now. He had stopped two feet away from me. His wings were black, covered in red. Blood.

Stefan grinned, a grin looking so deadly, it was terrifying.

"I'm sorry, but I had too," he smiled, innocently, "Get her."

It wasn't until one of the shadows touched me, that I woke up.

My heart was pounding and my hair slick with sweat.
I squinted at the clock; 6:02AM. I heard a faint dinging, and then realized it was my cell. I looked at the caller ID; Vee.

"Vee," I groaned, rubbing my eyes. I still horrified by that vivid dream.

" 'Sup, babe." She replied cheerily, "So I was thinking you, me, and Seventy-elevens? Six thirty sharp. And maybe we could go shopping or see a movie. Have a girls day out."

I heard her laugh, she acted as if it was totally normal to call at 6 in the morning.

"Six thirty? AM? As in…." I looked back at the clock, "twenty-five minutes from now?" I said drowsily, annoyed and irritated.

"Heavens, no!" She exclaimed, "I'm not that crazy. Six thirty as in PM."

Did she even take in consideration some people were trying to sleep? Meaning me. Although I was glad she had called when she did.

"Why didn't you call me later, Vee?" This was so Vee-like. "Or you could've texted me,"

"Is it so bad that I just wanted to talk to my good friend that I haven't seen in forever?" He voice held mock innocence.

"At 6:00 in the morning?" I scoffed. "I saw you yesterday."

"I was lonely, " She replied. I could tell she was pouting. "Plus you never answered my texts."

"Why would I reply your texts at 6 in the morning? Have some common sense, Vee."

"Ugh. Whatever, Just promise you'll come and we can be done with this conversation."

I rolled my eyes and gave an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever," I said, and then hung up.

I was going to regret that later, but its 6:00 in the morning. Who would call to ask dinner plans at this time? I love the girl, but I doubt how much sanity she has sometimes. Realizing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, I dragged my feet to the bathroom to wash-up and headed downstairs.

As I walked down the stairs, I smelled toast and heard sizzling bacon. My mom was off today.

"Hey sweetie, is that you?" Mom called.

No, its Jack The Ripper. I wanted to say, but instead I called back, "Yup."

"Oh goodie, right on time. I made breakfast!" Mom said, sounding very enthusiastic.

"Oh yum. I can smell it to, mom." I said.

When I turned the corner, she came into full view. My mom was petite with brown curly hair that fell around her shoulders. And like me, she was also all legs.

She smiled when she saw me, and I smiled back.

"So how was your sleep?" Mom asked. "Last night, I went to check up on you, and you look kinda restless."

"Oh yeah, a little, but I'm fine." I mumbled back.

She seemed to let it drop.

"So have you gotten any plans for today?" Mom asked, as we sat down.

It reminded me of my day with Vee.

"Oh yeah. I do, actually. Vee called, asking if I wanted to have a 'Girls Days Out' with her."

"Oh that sounds fun. Are you gonna go?"

"I was planning too, but if you wanted to do something.." I trailed off.

"Oh no, no. I actually have something to do too."

"Oh really? That's good, Mom. What are you doing?"

"Well," she seemed to hesitate. "I'm going on a dinner date with a co-worker."

"Oh."

I was surprised. Mom wasn't really the type to date, after my dad left. It never really seemed that she was into all that, but I guess I should be happy for her now that she's willing to date again.

"That's great, Mom." I smiled at her.

After Mom left for her dinner date, I began to get ready for my day with Vee. Mom's date was pretty early. I was sure they were gonna go do something before dinner, cause it was pretty early.

As I got ready, I felt an eerie, spine tingling feeling crawl up my back. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't shake it off. When I got done, it was only five thirty-eight. I decided to go early. I got my keys and headed out to my car. As I walk outside, the eerie feeling grew stronger, causing me to half run to my car. When I got in, I shut the car door with more force than necessary and lock it. I let out a sigh, and start the car.

It was about a twenty minute drive from my house to Seventy-eleven. Once I got there, it was only six. I had about thirty minutes, until Vee came. I hated to wait, but I had rather wait, than be by myself with a creepy feeling. And the feeling went away, once I was surrounded with people.

After about five minutes of waiting, I climbed out of the car seeking something to do, while I waited for Vee.

I was walking when I noticed the same, familiar creepy sensation making its way up my spine. I shuddered, and tried to shake it off. I walked for about three minutes, when I finally noticed my surroundings. What really stood out was all of the graffiti plastered over it, like a mask trying to conceal an identity. Intrigued, I scoped out the building. I walked around, and as I got closer to the other side of the building, the unnatural sensation I was frequently having skyrocketed. I was on all alert-mode now. I could vaguely hear voices, and I slowly crept towards them, making sure I didn't make a sound.

"When are you going to tell her?" A man with a slight Irish accent demanded.

There was a moment of silence, as if the other person were contemplating what he had said.

"I'm not going to." The other person said calmly, in a deep husky voice.

Immediately, I froze in my tracks. I'd know that voice anywhere. I inched forward so that I could see both of them fairly well, but I was still effectively hidden. Yep, my suspicions were right; it was Patch. I exhaled a sigh of relief, then thought why Patch would be near an abandoned building, talking with some guy that looked around mid-twenties.

" 'You're not going to..?'" the Irish guy repeated, disbelievingly. He gave a bitter laugh, "You might as well, lad. You and I both know the archangels already know about her, no use denying the truth. You're gonna have too. And what about that guy? She doesn't know about him."

Archangels? What guy? I thought to myself, and who is this mysterious girl they're talking about?

"I am not going to get Nora mixed into this. Especially with the archangels." He muttered, discontentedly.

My mind slowly processed what he said. Did he just say my name? Still confused and wanting to know what was going on. No way was I going to live with myself if I just left it like this.

"Mate, she was already mixed into this situation the second she was born. And you have too, he could be very dangerous." He said solemnly, with a hint of empathy.

The Irish guy continued, seeing that Patch had nothing to say,
"You can't just keep on trying to protect her, Patch. Sooner or later, she's going to find out. In due time, every Nephilim will realize she is not dead, then all hell will break loose. And that guy is gonna be the first to get to her."

He said the last part uncomfortably, shifting his feet. Um,What.? I'm supposed to be 'dead'? And what is this Nephilim thing they're talking about? I was starting to think they were crazy, drunk even. I doubted myself, knowing they seemed nowhere near being high.

"Yeah, I get that, Rixon. She's very.. Special." Patch mumbled distractedly, still thinking intently.

How was I important? Special? The most importance I have is probably from winning the Science Fair in 6th grade, and that was only because I was working with a really smart kid that defied the meaning "nerdy".

"What about the original plan, Patch? I thought you were going to... execute her. It's the only way, she's the only one." He replied hesitantly, saying execute carefully, as though searching for the right word.

My head reeled at the thought of Patch wanting to kill me. What? I was starting to get dizzy from confusion, and frustration. I was still too curious to back down now, so I tried for my best "I'm not afraid" face, and told myself to suck it up and be a big girl.

"Then we wouldn't be in this situation.." The guy, Rixon, mumbled annoyingly, like Patch said something

Obviously, I was such a pain to them, seeing as they were both clearly frustrated.

"I was going to stick to the plan," Patch said, teeth gritted, "But then I met her."

Rixon gave a low, humorless chuckle, "It's always the redheads, ain't it, Mate?"

If he was referring to me, which I could tell he obviously was, he was badly mistaken. I was a brunette. So what if I had a bit of red in my hair? It doesn't make me a redhead…. I tried to convince myself, and then pushed the thought away. Now was NOT the time to think about things like that.

"Unfortunately.." Patch responded, frustrated.

Suddenly he strolled over to the brick wall, and to my surprise, punched it; hard.

I yelped, then quickly put my hand over my mouth. He dented the wall. He didn't even seem fazed by it, his expression stayed neutral. What was his problem though? Patch didn't look mad enough to do that.
Right after my surprised yelp, Rixon turned in my direction. I backed up against the wall, trying to make myself even more unnoticeable. Dammit. I waited for a few seconds, trying to hear if he was making his way toward me, and if he noticed I was there. After a few moments, I calmed down, thinking he excused my yelp.
Then I heard his footsteps hit the concrete ground, coming closer to me. That's when I started to panic. I looked around for an escape, but saw none. If I was lucky enough, I could run, but I knew they would hear me if I did. I hid myself partially behind a near trashcan, praying that I wouldn't get caught.

"I think.. Someone is listening to our…conversation, Patch." Rixon said, while slowly making his way toward me.

My heart thumping against my chest, when I suddenly felt a cold hands grab my arm and haul me out of my hiding place.
I screamed, while flailing around Rixons' his grip. I squirmed around in his grip. knowing I couldn't get out of his iron grip, I turned my face away from Patch, head ducked. Hopefully, he wouldn't be able to recognize me, though I knew he would immediately know me once he got a good look at me.

Rixon chuckled, "Now who is this fine young lady we have here?" He asked, eyebrows raised. "Did your parents ever teach you that spying is a no-no?" He said, saying the last part like I was a child.

I scowled at him.

"Did your parents ever teach you that talking about someone behind their backs is rude? Clearly they didn't." I said with an attitude.

Rixon smirked at me. "Smart-mouth, aren't cha, Love?" He was more amused than offended. I finally looked up, and glared at him.

"Nora?" Patch asked, surprisingly. I glanced up at him, and gave him a sheepish smile. I looked back down at my shoes, suddenly interested in my shoelaces. My face flushed. This is not how I was planning this would go. Then, I remembered why I was mad. Patch wanted to kill me. I switched gears, and put my best angry look.

Rixons' eyes widened. "So this is the famous Nora, eh?" He said skeptically, while examining me. "Not bad.. " He said, approvingly. "Tell me, Nora, how much of our conversation did you hear?" He raised his eyebrows inquiry.

"Enough to know that you want to kill me." I spat bitterly, while casting an infuriated glance at Patch. His expression stayed neutral, if not a bit pained.

"I was never going to kill you." Patch responded, an emotionless mask still on his face. Now I was getting pissed. Did he think I was deaf?

"Oh, really? Because I'm pretty sure not five minutes ago you said you were going to kill me!" I bellowed.

I fought through Rixon's grasp until he let go, and came up to Patch, trying my best to look intimidating.

"Angel, Let me explain." He said exasperatedly, while grabbing my wrists with his hands.

"Don't touch me." I hissed, forced my wrists out of his grasp. I felt an urge to punch him.

Interrupting us, Rixon said, "Didn't know you were into the feisty ones, mate."

I could tell there was amusement hidden beneath those words. I was so infuriated. Tears threatened to escape from my eyes, but I didn't dare to shed a tear. Then one traitor tear fell from my eyes, and made its way down my cheek. I tried to turn around, away from Patch. But he pulled me back around, and held me arms length.

Patch gently used his thumb to swipe it away. His touch sent shivers throughout my body. Some of my anger seemed to dissolve. I looked up at him, still angry. His eyes held a certain pleading, asking me to listen to him.

"Angel, I was going to kill you… but I couldn't." He said, frustrated.

Was he kidding me? Is this a joke?

"Why." I demanded.

"I care about you." He murmured so quietly, it was barely audible, as his thumb gently caressed my cheek.

As hard as I tried, I could tell my barrier of anger towards Patch was starting to break. I didn't say anything. Mainly because I didn't know what to say.

Rixon cleared his throat. I turned around, and I could see how awkward this was for him. I gave a small smile, and then blushed.

"You guys done with the love festivities, yet?" Rixon asked, teasingly.

"Dunno. It depends," Patch said, while looking at me and giving me a seductive smirk.

Of course, I blushed even more. He slyly slid his arm around my waist, and tugged me closer. He bent down, about to kiss me, when we heard Rixon having a coughing fit behind us.

"Sorry to cut this short, kids, but I think there are more important things to talk about instead of making out with each other." Rixon said.

"We were not making ou-" I started, but got cut short.

"Must you always ruin the fun in things, Rixon?" Patch replied, jokingly.

"He was right, now tell me whats going on. Right now." I commanded.

Suddenly, I felt a vibrate in my jean pocket. After a while, I realized it was my cell. I snapped my phone open, and was greeted by a text from Vee,

you gonna make it? Ive been waiting for like forever already. my stomach is begging for food, babe. hurry!

Crap. Oh, perfect. Exactly what I needed right now. I completely forgot about Girls Day Out thing with Vee. Had it been twenty minutes? Guilt washed over me. I didn't want to leave Patch and Rixon, though. There were still unanswered questions I was trying to figure out. After a while, I hesitantly texted Vee back,

uhh, yeah. i will be there. 10 mins, tops. sorry im running late.

"Who was it?" Patch asked.

"Huh? Oh. Vee." I replied, "I'm running late. Gotta be somewhere. But you're not getting off the hook, you're gonna tell me whats going on. Why do you wanna kill me? Who else is trying to kill me? What the hell is a Nephilim?" I babbled on.

Patch sighed, and ran a hand down his face.

"Okay, look, you go, and I'll tell you later. I promise." Patch said.

"No, tell me no-"

"Go. I promise I will. I'm not ready to tell you yet."

I looked at him skeptically.

"Stop checking me out, and go." Patch smirked.

I didn't return the smile; I just turned around and walked away. The farther away I walked, the more anxious I got. I mean its not like I didn't want to stay. But I knew that Vee would be mad if I didn't come, I'd been acting strange around her lately, I walked back to my car I was still trying to process everything. So, Patch wanted to kill me. He doesn't anymore. We really needed to talk.
I shrugged off that thought, remembering I had somewhere to be.

"So what should I get? The chicken parmesan or the steak?" Vee asked me, while viewing the menu, searching for something acceptable to eat.

"Does it matter?" I asked, warily.

She's been debating over what to get for the fifteen minutes, and I was already past starving.

"Yes, Nora. It matters. Everything matters, hun. It's called cal-ori-es." She said, pronouncing 'calories' slowly.

"Uhh" I said, "In that case, Chicken parmesan. It's the healthier choice."

"Yeah, you're right." She agreed, and then waved over the waiter, who gladly took our orders, especially Vee's.

"He was kinda cute." Vee said, after he was out of earshot.

She was right, he was cute. He had mop blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was semi-muscular, under the white collared shirt they had to wear. He had a name tag of 'Nate'.The kind Vee dated.

I laughed, halfheartedly.

"So what was the emergency?" She suddenly asked suspiciously, eyeing me.

Where did she get that from?

"What emergency?" I asked back, carefully.

"The emergency that was apparently so important that you got held up for our Girls Day Out?"

"Ohh, Uhh.. I was babysitting. For my neighbors. They got home late, and I didn't want to leave the kids alone by their selves." I said, making sure I didn't talk too quickly, which would be evident that I was lying.

"Mhmm, right.." She said, a little skeptically.

She shrugged it off, then switched topics,

"Oh my gosh, Did you see those new boots at the mall? They're totally to-die for. I'm hoping to get a pair next week." Vee exclaimed.

The waiter came back with our orders, and left us, not without giving Vee a smile though. We started to eat our food, and we talked about random things. Clothes, School, Boys, etc. The usual topics. Vee did bring our waiter 'Nate' into the conversation about boys, a couple of times.
We were about to leave when I felt the same eerie feeling I did earlier today. I quickly turned my head around, scanning the perimeter. Outside, it was pretty dark, but not dark enough for me to see a black shadow flash by, the same one from my dream. I shuddered, then blinked, and looked again. It was gone. But I was sure it was there! I mean, I'm paranoid sometimes, but I'm not crazy..

"Nora, You okay? You've been staring outside the window like its haunted, or something.." She said, concerned.

"Uhh, Yeah. I'm fine."

The waiter came back with the bill, and handed it to us. 'Nate' lingered and flirted with Vee. She gave him her number, and he promised to call. After he left, we split the bill, and left the money on the table, and Vee placed a special tip. We left the restaurant, and I said my last goodbye to Vee. We decided to just have dinner, and not go shopping or anything. We departed separate ways, and I started up the engine, and headed home. The whole way home, I was still anxious about those shadows.
I finally reached home, which seemed shorter than I thought. I walked up to my porch steps, and turned around to look out at my yard, trying to reassure myself that there was nothing there. I was about to head in, when I saw a flash whiz by the edge of my yard. I told myself I was just being paranoid, and quickly headed inside.

Once I was up stairs, I gathered my Pj's and took a shower. I stood in the shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. Finally, the hot water ran out, and I stepped out, drying myself, and put my clothes on. When I opened the door, the icy air cooled my skin. I shivered, and went down stairs to tell my mom, I was going to bed. When I came back to my room, I collapsed on my bed, and let out a sigh. I pulled the comforter around me. Realizing how tired I was, I began to drift off to sleep. A little later, I woke, hearing a scraping against my window. My heart sped up, and I sat upright. Suddenly, I saw a black figure blocking my window view. Around the figure were wings. Wings? Panic came over me, as the figure began to open my window from the outside. Before I blink, the figure opened the window, and climbed in. I felt a scream build in my throat, as I opened my mouth, but a cold hand clamped over my mouth. I struggled against the hand, my screams muffled by the cold hand.

"Hey, hey hey, its me, calm down." Said the figure.

I stop struggling, and looked up.

Patch.


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