"Remember this: you may lose your faith in us, but never in yourselves."

-Optimus Prime; from Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)


Lucinda spent a good chunk of the night wandering the streets of New Orleans. She watched with slight disinterest as the trick-or-treaters thinned out and the nighttime occupants arrived. For the eighteen year old, she'd encountered plenty of creeps during her night hunts, and she had no problem holding her own against them. In fact, she rather enjoyed going at them. For Lucinda, it made the hunt that much more thrilling. So, as the Halloween party-goers and trick-or-treaters all but vanished, the young Nephilim started to brace herself for what she would encounter. Drug dealers or violent addicts, weirdos of all shapes and sizes. Lucinda had to make sure she was ready for whatever happened; she could only hope she stayed stable enough to fight if need be.

Setting her jaw, the young Nephilim watched carefully as the scenery and feel of the streets changed. She did her best to keep herself as invisible as possible, but she knew they'd see her. Someone like Lucinda wasn't hard to miss to the underground. Turning into an alleyway, the eighteen year old tried to take a shortcut to another road, hoping she could make an exit from New Orleans. She'd spent her fair share observing the city, not only that, but having strange encounters with weird women.

The alleyway itself, however, was, for the most part, dark. There were some dumpsters lined up against buildings, and garbage that littered the ground. Something Lucinda expected. Alleyways, the ones she traveled down at least, were always dark, filthy, and filled with just as many creeps and weirdos. When she was about halfway down, she heard the sound of footsteps. She figured it was probably a drug deal or a guy looking for some extra services. It wasn't unnatural. The only problem was the footsteps were continuing behind her. They were steady, but Lucinda could tell that her followers were probably resisting the urge to go faster. Taking a deep breath, she let it out and turned to look behind her. Of course, what she saw were two people shrouded in a bright light. Their features weren't completely visible, which didn't make sense considering the light that surrounded them. Lucinda would've thought that would make identifying them easier. When they noticed she turned, they stopped as well, regarding her in a way that made her uncomfortable. With the Fitzpatricks, she was accustomed to how they looked at her, but because she couldn't see those faces, that didn't settle well with her.

"Abomination, your time on this planet has come to an end." One of them was a male, older than her, obviously, considering the sound of his voice. The only problem was he sounded almost monotone, his words coming out in an almost robotic fashion.

"I've had it about up to here with people today," Lucinda snapped, holding a hand up for show. "I don't know who any of you are, so just leave me alone." Before she even had a chance to move, the Nephilim's body was frozen in place, as if some invisible force had covered her body. Her muscles were stiff and her joints felt as if they'd been forced in place.

"Lucinda Worthington, your existence is an abomination," the man announced. "Your sole purpose is to cause destruction. Heaven and Earth — angels and humans — have reason to fear you. Because of this you must be killed. The sooner you're out of the way, Lucinda, the better off everyone will be."

"It will be quick, hopefully." A woman was speaking, her voice young but equally as monotone. "Just. . . .try not to take it so personally."

A flash of something caught Lucinda's attention. From what she could tell, from what she could see, it looked like one of them was holding a dagger of some sort. She tried breaking herself free from the hold, but the more she struggled, the stronger it seemed to become. The lighted people started approaching her, their posture showing determination and a bit of arrogance. Never in Lucinda's life had she encountered individuals like them; their powers came off almost similar to hers, but it was hard to say for sure.

You are not getting killed by a bunch of freaks, she thought. You've been in tight situations before, what makes you think you can't get out of this one?

Focusing, Lucinda did everything in her power to break from her captures' hold. Releasing her own bout of telekinetic energy, she saw her assailants fly back, falling on the ground with a crack. Storming over to their bodies, the young Nephilim snapped her fingers, forcing her attackers up. Luckily, they were both conscious, but just barely.

"I don't know what the hell you both are," Lucinda hissed, "and I have no idea what I did to you, but you will leave me alone, do you understand?"

"You will be killed, half-breed," the man said, his voice strained against Lucinda's hold. "You have no real purpose on this planet."

In that moment, anger surged through the eighteen year old's body. Her heart rate picked up and her breathing became erratic. Her assailants began to struggle some, obviously unnerved by her change in attitude. Before Lucinda even had a chance to react, the mouths of her attackers flew open and two bright beams of smokey light shot out. It caused the teen to quickly cover her eyes and drop to her knees, a surprised shriek emitting from her mouth. When the lights were gone, and the sound of the bodies hitting the floor echoed in the alleyway, Lucinda took a moment before hesitantly looking around. Everything was back to its original dreariness — a poorly lit, practically dark, alleyway cluttered with garbage and dumpsters. When her eyes went to the bodies, laying in a heap on the ground, the young girl took a shaky breath before letting it out. They were alive, she could tell that much, but they were also in pain. Swallowing thickly, Lucinda slowly stood up and walked over to do a quick investigation. The woman was young, probably a couple years older than Lucinda. She had short black hair and pale skin. The man was older, maybe in his forties with graying blonde hair and a wrinkling face. And barely a foot from the bodies was probably the cleanest, weirdest looking dagger the teen had ever seen. From the looks of it, the whole thing seemed to be made out of silver, or at least something looking like silver. Lucinda's brows furrowed at that. In all her years with the Fitzpatricks, she'd never encountered a weapon like that before. They never mentioned anything like it, either. A pained moan coming from the woman caused Lucinda to stiffen slightly. Turning to look at her and the man, she could see them stirring where they lay.

"Shit," Lucinda hissed. Quickly grabbing the dagger, she teleported herself away.*

O.O.O.O

Gabriel had a lot of time to think after Macey's death. Eighteen long years of it. He thought about whether or not his child survived. He thought, and prayed, about whether Macey's death was painless. It was only common knowledge that the mortal mother die birthing the Nephilim, but it didn't make the situation any easier. Knowing that his ex-lover was dead filled Gabriel with an intense feeling of guilt, one he tried desperately to drown, using sweets and sex and tricks as a means of a distraction. While Macey, after finding out about the pregnancy, did what she believed was right, in the end, it would cause pain for both the Archangel and their daughter. With that pain came more feelings of immense guilt, and Gabriel doing whatever was possible to drown out the thoughts and feelings. It didn't work, though. As the years went on, the Archangel did his best to ignore what he'd gone through with Macey, to ignore the fact that he was a father. Things were already so difficult, with Heaven acting the way it was and the impending doom Lucifer and Michael would bring, Gabriel didn't want to face any of that. In his mind, if he could stay as neutral and as invisible as possible, then he wouldn't have to worry about anything. And if he could keep his mind busy on other things, not focusing on his daughter or the hurt her absence caused him, then he wouldn't be worrying so much about her.

It wasn't until about fifteen years later that Gabriel started to worry. He'd heart reports about a small, redheaded girl going around killing monsters and hunters, how she was so ferocious and cold-blooded. The Archangel didn't know what to think of it. He'd hear about how quickly she'd appear and disappear, how her eyes sometimes glowed a whitish-blue. In Gabriel's eyes, he knew what that meant, and all those emotions started to flood back in at full force. She was a hunter, a neandrethal. But, at the same time, she was Gabriel's child, his daughter, and that filled the Archangel with an overwhelming sense of relief and amazement. That was when he chose to find her. If he could find a way to bring her to him, then he'd be able to give her a better life. She wouldn't have to worry about monsters or hunters, she wouldn't have to worry about angels, Heaven, or anything. As long as the two were together, then things would be just fine. But he also knew the risks that came with trying to find her. Gabriel was an Archangel, one of his father's earliest creations. If he were to be discovered on Earth, he'd be in big trouble. If he were to be discovered looking for his child, well. . . .things wouldn't end so nicely. That was when Gabriel got the idea of having others retrieve his daughter for him. He'd remain under the radar, doing what he wanted, while at the same time being given the opportunity to make up for lost time. Sadly, not all the individuals he'd encountered were good enough for such a task. Gabriel tried using a vampire, she turned out to be a little on the crazy side, which meant she had to be dealt with. He considered using a witch, but didn't trust them enough to do something like that. He definitely knew better than to ask any humans, since it was his daughter's life at risk, after all.

In the end, Gabriel got Amal, a werewolf, and another woman named Jaime, a psychic, to help him out. Amal's keen sense of smell, among other useful characteristics, made her a useful ally in the search. Jaime's abilities, on occasion, helped ease Gabriel's concerns. She helped out a lot when it came to predicting future events, though when it came to other predictions, she was tight-lipped. While Amal was more of a field person, traveling and doing everything in person, the Archangel's little psychic wasn't entirely fond of interacting with others. She'd go out when absolutely necessary, but even then it was rare. Gabriel had to convince Jaime on more than one occasion to go out and do a little searching of her own, in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure Amal could be experiencing. A lot of it was guilt tripping, which was a bit of a dirty move, but it worked. Both of Gabriel's helpers were out and doing their part, while he stayed behind and did what he did best. The thoughts of his daughter, however, never did leave his mind. He'd worry about her wellbeing, whether or not she would be safe against his brothers and sisters — it was a lot, and it caused such a whirlwind of emotions. The only thing that really seemed to matter was being with her. It took years for Gabriel to realize he wanted to be with his daughter, to be the father he knew she needed. To be the father he failed to be in the beginning. For the Archangel, that reunion could be his way of making things right. Aside from his family's disapproval, and probably countless hunters and monsters wanting her head, what could possibly go wrong?


(A/N):

Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome! If you see anything in this chapter that you think could use improvement, PM me or leave a review. I won't be able to get better if I don't know what's bothering you guys. Other than that, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter.

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As a side note, who's excited for INFINITY WAR's release? It's not that far out, being at the end of the month. For me, with all the new trailers that MARVEL's been releasing, I know I'm getting super pumped about it. The one thing I am curious about is how the movie will get away with so many characters in a 2+ hour time. From what I've heard, though, is that the movie itself will focus more on Thanos than the actual Avengers and co. I don't know. I'm just a huge fan of the MARVEL movies, so. . . .

Anywho, for you guys who're like me and super excited over INFINITY WAR, you can leave a review on it if you want. Maybe on something you're looking forward to seeing, who you think is going to die before AVENGERS 4 comes out, maybe even on how you think Thanos will be defeated. One thing I've heard is that people are speculating Captain Marvel may make a guest appearance or something in IW.

I digress.

With that, I'll see you guys on the flip side.

Rudie Fenton