"What did Gabriel mean?" Faith asked, she was surprised she could able to talk with all her sobbing.
Izac just focused his attention in the opposite direction to where she was standing. They stood there for several minutes with neither him answering or her speaking.
It was beginning to piss Faith off.
"Izac, please tell me. What did Gabriel mean?"
Izac turned his head to face her, his eyes glaring long and hard but alas not answering her question.
This was when Faith lost it.
"Izac for fuck sake, tell me what Gabriel meant!" she yelled.
A couple lights in the house flickered.
Faith was trembling, she was so angry at him. Why the hell wasn't he answering her!
Izac just kept staring at her, his gaze long and hard, not changing.
Faith growled and stormed into the kitchen, grabbing a butcher knife from upon the kitchen sink.
"This will get him to talk." she thought.
She walked back to Izac, the knife behind her back and a frown upon her face. She clutched the knife tightly behind her back, so tight she felt the blade on her skin.
Izac just glared at her with suspicion.
"What the hell is she doing?' he thought.
Faith blinked and brought the knife out in front of her, pointing it at Izac.
Izac's eyes widened, "Faith, what the hell are you doing!-Put that down!" he yelled.
"Tell me what the fucking hell Gabriel meant, Now!" Faith wavered a little, the knife shaking in her outstretched hand.
Izac was worried and angry at the same time.
"What the fucking hell is she doing!" he thought angrily.
"If you don't give me an explanation Izac, I'm afraid I will have to make you" she said simply, her voice laced with seriousness.
With the she raised the knife to her wrist, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Here we go, this better work." she thought.
The lights suddenly began to flicker rapidly, glass cabinets began to shatter and the noise of glass breaking echoed through the whole house.
Izac's eyes were wide and he drew a shaky breath.
"Shit!" he thought angrily.
He made a dash to her side, snatching the knife quickly out of her hands before she could bring it down on her flesh.
Faith wondered why she felt no pain or blood dripping down her wrists, she opened her eyes to see Izac in front of her holding the knife.
He did not look happy.
One bit.
Before any of them could say anything a sudden flap of wings were heard and a voice cam from behind them.
"If I may interlude, this lovely conversation here."
Izac jolted...It couldn't be.
He turned around and gasped when he saw the man standing before him, breathing out one word so quietly Faith could barely understand what he had said.
"Sammael."