I sat in one corner, watching the sky outside. It looks so eerie and dark outside. It wasn't this dark earlier; it was actually sunny awhile ago. Then I looked around the diner; everyone is doing something. Mom and Ms. Anderson are hammering one of the windows with ply wood and grandpa is making sure that all the weapons are okay, etc. I offered some help to them, like hammer some of the other windows but, they won't let me. They said that my "job" is to hide from the enemy. Pfft, what a lousy task that is. Mr. Kyle Williams barged inside, making the bell chime, with a big gun on his hand, smirking. It's like he's so happy just by holding it.

"It's been awhile since I last hold a gun" he told me, putting a few bullets in it.

I chuckled, "Yeah, I can see from your face. Anyways, why did you decide to help here? I mean, don't you want to look after your family instead?"

Mr. Williams smirked and sits for awhile, "My family experienced the judgment day. They were terrified that they won't be able to survive and see me again. With god's grace, the birth of your cousin, and Michael's help, we all survived. We actually owe him for he is the reason why we're still here. I told my wife that Michael is the one who is in need right now. She didn't hesitate and let me go here"

"That's too nice of you guys"

"Ha! This is also my way to play with the gun again and actually see your dad in action. You should've seen the way your dad fought before, he was like some kind of Arnold Schwarzenegger in the making" he shared excitedly.

That must've been totally awesome. I mean, I couldn't imagine my dad holding a gun though he told me that he was a "retired policeman" before but, he does look like he's used to battles. He never showed a sense of fright. Well, not in front of us. And he could also defend himself when there's a fight happening. Speaking of dad, he just went in the diner along with Caleb. Dad looks really amazing, like some cool detective in a brown trench coat. He also has a few guns hanging around his waist and on his shoulder. He took my hand gently and smiled.

"Come on, Abigail, let's get you to your hiding place" he insisted.

I just nodded and let him lead the way with Caleb behind us. Just beside the kitchen is a brown door leading to grandpa's office. The three of us went in. Grandpa's working place looks like a disaster. There's paper scattered everywhere; on the floor, desk, and on the couch. There's also a tray of used cigar which is three months old and there are also crumpled beer cans on the floor. In short, Grandpa's office stinks and is a dumpsite. Dad moved the papers from the couch aside and neatly placed it on top of the table. I took a sit on the very shallow couch with dad leaning in front of me. He caressed my cheek and then kissed me on the forehead.

"You stay here" he told me, "Until the battle is done"

"But I want to help" seriously, I haven't done something that helpful yet and this might be my only opportunity to show what I can do.

But dad sighed and continued caressing me, "I can't let you do that, angel. You're my reason for living here on earth; you and your mother. I can't take the risk of getting either of you hurt"

"Well, what would that make me feel? It's my whole family fighting for my sake"

"Abigail, don't argue anymore, okay?" he ended with a calm yet serious tone.

I couldn't do anything anymore when he gives me that tone. It' not actually scary, it just gives me a sense of remorse. I took a deep sigh and slouched on the couch with folded arms. Dad doesn't seem to mind and smiled as he pats me on the knees. He got up and looked at Caleb, who is standing beside the door.

"I trust you on looking after my daughter" he said with a serious tone.

Caleb seems to be nervous when he nodded, "I'll do everything to keep her safe"

And then dad left me in Caleb's care.

I lied down on the couch and looked at the ceiling. I tried imagining the last time I saw Caius in my room, trying to, well, harass me. The way those bloody red eyes looked at me was so evil and the black wings freaked me out. I mean, he's a demon for goodness sake! Who wouldn't be afraid of that. But, I was kind of wondering if he does have a tail-since he's a devil and all.

"Hey"

I looked upside down and saw Caleb looking at me with a slight smile.

"Hey" I answered back.

"Are you scared?"

"More of terrified" I said honestly.

"Well, don't be. I'll make sure that I'll keep an eye on you"

I looked away from him so he wouldn't see me blush, "That sounds so sweet"

Caleb walked from where he's standing and sat on the couch beside. He puts his sword aside and looks down on me while I'm still lying.

"I have to be honest with you, Abbey" he said softly.

I looked confused with what he said, "About what?"

"Over the past few days, I've been feeling awkward around you. When that Caius guy first arrived here, I was mad because I had a bad feeling about him. But over the last few days, it's a different feeling. I was…"

"Jealous?" I ended, sitting up and looking at him curiously.

Caleb looked at me smiled a bit, "Yeah, jealous"

He moved closer to the point that our noses bumped each other already. He didn't know how to start and I didn't either. But, we continued on. He kissed me slowly until he got used to it. He wrapped his manly arms around me and kissed me more passionately. Wow, who would have thought that an angel who has no experience in kissing would be such a great kisser? I kissed him back with the same passion, forgetting about what's about to happen later on.

He stopped and I looked straight into his brown eyes.

"How was it, your first kiss?" I asked, touching his soft kissable lips.

Caleb snickered, "Heavenly"

I giggled and kissed him again. This time because of our intimate affection for each other, Caleb's becoming a bit aggressive and pushed me down on the sofa. His hand starts to wonder down my thighs but, I didn't care. I want what he's doing.

"Hey Abbey"

Caleb suddenly sat up and so did I, pretending that nothing happened, as soon as James went in. James looked at me suspiciously as he closed the door behind him.

"What were you doing?" he asked with a smirk.

"Nothing!" I said in a defensive way and looked away from him.

I heard Caleb snort.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

James sit down on grandpa's chair and pulled out another cigar and lit it. I could seriously slap him if he doesn't stop sucking that cancer stick.

James inhaled it and drew out a lot of smoke, "Well, they said that I should stay here too. I guess I'm as special as Abbey here"

I didn't listen to him and looked away, pissed off. Why does he have to come at the wrong time?