"WHAT? Mark, Baby, what do you mean?!" Jack jumped up and hopped over to me on one leg. He knelt the best he could and took my hands into his.
I sighed, then looked at my mom. She closed her eyes and gave me a long, slow nod, as if saying 'yes, son, this is truth. Tell him. He must know'.
"According to my father, I have the nephilitic gene. I am the descendant of an angel and a human," I told him, looking straight into his huge, gorgeous blue eyes, which were steadily growing wider.
"Tom has the gene as well. It was passed through my father, who was also the descendant of a nephilim," I explained. I gestured to my mother. "My mom knew before we were born that if she ever had children with my father that they, too, would carry the gene. It is pretty much dormant and irrelevant, unless you are trying to kill an angel with a substance that is poison to angels as well as nephilim. Then it becomes sort of a problem," I joked, winking at Jack and smiling.
I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair, then rubbed my eyes. "There is more. Mom knew of my fate, yet she had to sit idle, unable to tell me, unable to protect me. She was able to confide in my dad, and he was able to provide her some comfort," I looked at my mom. "That's what he said in the letter, anyway." Mom nodded, wiping away a fallen tear.
"She knew Dark would come, and she knew I would meet you. Dad even mentioned you in the letter, so get rid of any doubt you may have had about getting into this clusterfuck of a mess with me," I told him, his eyes wide with surprise and sparkling with the wetness of tears.
I opened the box and pulled the letter out of the envelope, showing him the words my father had left for me from beyond the grave.
"Right here Dad says: '... This will be a tedious task, my son, but have no fear. As you read this, you will be seated next to the man that shares your heart and your soul. He will walk with you into the Dark, he will stand with you and by you, not because he has to, but because he wants to. He will endure pain that no man should ever have to face, but he does it for you, Mark. Your mother makes no sense sometimes, but she says to write 'his eyes are like the heavens and his hair is like the fields'. I hope once you read this those words make some sense...'"
Tears had spilled down Jack's cheeks now, and I wiped them away. If there was any indication that Jack and I are truly soulmates, this was it.
"Mark, there is something else you should know," my mom said quietly. Jack and I both looked up at her, and Mekiah was just drinking everything in from the other side of the room.
"This... Dark, as you call him, he is indeed an angel, a fallen angel, out for blood and destruction. But..." she trailed off, looking down.
"Mom? What is it?" I asked, becoming concerned.
"Haven't you wondered why you look alike?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed. I tilted my head and scrunched my own eyebrows, then she told me.
"You are his blood descendant."
"I'm not sure how much more shit I can handle," I said to Jack as we were driving back home. "I mean, come on! This is enough to make someone insane! None of this shit makes any sense!"
Jack put his hand on my knee, and i instantly felt better.
"Just remember, we are here. We are fighting this fight with you, and it will be over soon," Mekiah said, and Jack nodded his head in agreement.
We pulled into the driveway and took the box into the house. I opened the box, took out the dagger and the pouch with the Qeres, and set them on the table. Mekiah opened the pouch, and pulled the top of the small vial. She made a motion to dip the tip of the dagger into it, then stopped. She tilted her head as if listening to something, then bolted toward the stairs.
She ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I followed her, and Jack was yelling about how he can't get up the stairs. I got upstairs just in time to hear Mekiah open my bedroom door with such force that it swung all the way open and crashed into the wall behind it.
"SONOFABITCH! I KNEW IT! MOTHERFUCKER!" she screamed, scaring the shit out of me. I looked in the bedroom. Sarah's body was gone, and the ethernet cable that Dark was tied up with was laying on top of the bloodstained carpet where Sarah's corpse once was.