A/N: thanks for the follows and such errbody! I appreciate it! Glad to see ya found it, Wyatt Family's Bitch. Thanks for hanging in there with me!

Evangeline stretched, reaching across the bed for Bray. Realizing he was gone she sat up, looking around the room for him. Their cat Ember lay curled on his pillow. "Where's Daddy?" She asked the black cat, her only answer a blink of her yellow eyes. Evangeline looked towards their bathroom but the light was off and the door open. Climbing from the bed she turned the doorknob gently. Stepping out into the hallway she heard a thump-thump noise from the kitchen. Six thumps, then six more in quick succession.

She rounded the corner, spotting Bray sitting shirtless at their table. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-"Shit!" He muttered. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. Evangeline realized what he was doing. "Bray?" She whispered, trying not to frighten him. Thump-thump-thump-"Shit!" He muttered again as she called his name. As she rounded the table he stuck his thumb in his mouth, trying to stop the bleeding. Evangeline grabbed the nearest dishrag and took his hand, wrapping the towel tight around the shallow cut. She sat beside him and held his injured hand up. "What are you doing?" She asked, wiping the blood from his pocket knife and folding it, putting it in her pocket. "The knife game." "Well I know that, but why?" He shrugged. "I couldn't sleep so I did some reading. Then I was fiddling with my knife." She eyeballed the table, seeing where a Bible lay open near him and the bloodspots he'd inadvertently gotten in it when he was playing the game. She reached across him, pulling the old weathered Bible towards her. He'd had this Bible as long as she'd known him, though she seldom saw him reading it. It had always just occupied a spot on his bedside table.

She put a finger on the scripture he'd accidentally bled on. Genesis 6:4. "What does it say?" He asked, resting his cheek against her shoulder. "The Nephilim were on the earth in those days and also afterward when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown." He made an face she couldn't exactly read and nodded. "What's going on in that head of yours?" She asked, playing with his soft curly hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp. He close his eyes and leaned against the sensation. "If I tell you, you'll think I'm crazy." She smiled and kissed his temple, still holding his injured hand up. "I already know you're crazy. Now lay it on me." "You remember what happened at the graveyard? When I was fighting off your father?" She nodded, frowning. "I don't think I'm a demon. I mean, I can touch this Bible." He said, laying his uninjured hand across it. "But I don't think I am some sort of angel. I mean let's get real." He chuckled. "But I was reading about the Nephilim, and then my blood marked the scripture. Should I take it as a sign? I mean I'm not a giant man by no means...but when I changed that night..." "You were huge when you changed. Bigger than my Father." She added. "Sister Abigail told me I was chosen. I always figured she meant, you know, like a famous leader of sorts." "The next Charles Manson." She teased. "I seriously don't know baby." She said, hugging his upper arm tightly to her. "There isn't much in the Bible about the Nephilim. I can't find much in other books about them, or online. I feel like this is the right answer, but the pieces don't fit. Why am I like this? I'm not some holy-roller. I'm a sinner. Why did it only happen when we were in that fight? Why would a Nephilim have wings?" "I'm just as lost as you baby. But whatever is going on, I'm here every step of the way."

She left his side momentarily and returned with band aids and alcohol. She cleaned and bandaged his cuts and then took his hand, leading him back to bed. She pushed him back against the mattress and crawled in bed beside him. "I love you." She whispered against his lips as she kissed him. "I love you too." He pulled her onto his chest and she wrapped her arms around him, her long hair fanning out across his chest.