Fields Of Gold

Chapter 10: Can You Pass The Salt?

"So what happened?" Bethany asked as she sat the plate of food before her daughter, then Rufus.

"Long story short, I was attacked by a Duke of Hell and I poured Holy Water down his throat destroying every essence of him. Can you pass the salt?"

Bethany stared at her, "You're acting remarkably calm."

She shrugged, "Let's just say, the world is a lot better off than it was before... I'm a lot better off than I was before." she said before smiling at her mother, "A whole lot better."

Bethany smiled back and nodded, not really understanding but knowing enough to let it go.

The next morning she was up early enough to make breakfast for her mother before she had to go to work, Bethany thanked her and was eating when the phone rang. Gabi answered it on the second ring, "Hello? Oh hey Sand. Yeah, I'm fine. It was a weird day yesterday, is all... Well I've got nothing better to do until work. Yeah I'll take your shift. No problem. You too, bye."

"You going over to Jay and Bob's before work?"

"Yeah, Is that alright?"

"Yeah, be home on time tonight? Okay?"
"Okay, Mom. Bye. Love you."

"Love you too, baby." she said as she pulled on her coat and walked out the door.

The day passed quickly. Her mood was good, and the burn mark on her arm barely bothered her. She didn't hear from any supernatural beings that day, or the next. The third day, was when she wanted to see one though. It passed slowly, every second seeming to take a lifetime. But as the day dragged on she got less and less hopeful.

Doubt filled her mind.

The only reason they had been sent was to watch her and make sure Azreal didn't kill her. But She had said so herself, Loki and Gabi were meant to be together. Well maybe not in so many words, but it was implied. Gabi slowly crawled into bed that night and stared at her clock. It was midnight.

An hour and 15 minutes.

She rolled away from the clock and closed her eyes, but refused to fall asleep. She tossed and turned over that hour and 15 minutes. The last time she glanced at her clock it was 1:14. Her heart was racing in her chest and she could barely breathe. She looked at her clock again, 1:15. She closed her eyes, and waited.

1:16.

Nothing.

1:20.

Nothing.

She rolled over away from the clock that kept making time go forward and closed her eyes, feeling a warm tear roll down her cold cheek, followed by another. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to go to sleep.