Okay, second chapter time! Hopefully, we can get some characterizations and what-not on the roll here.

Catherine pinched the bridge of her nose as she stalked in front of the muted TV with her cell to her ear. So far, the words of her visitor last night seemed pretty true so far.

"Angels?" she asked again to the man on the other end of the phone. "They're real and-? What? Hurt? I don't-"

"Well, probably," the voice answered from the other end of the phone. "Informant says they actually fell from Heaven or something like that and they're pissed."

"I would be, too," she muttered, finally sitting down on the couch to watch the news. The world wide meteor shower from the night before was just astounding to the whole world. Wonderful.

The voice continued. "Apparently, they're like demons. They need to possess someone to walk around and they're damn powerful and damn dangerous. They aren't the stereotype. They'll kill people."

Cat groaned and hung her head. Matt was an older man—a hunter, of course—and she had never questioned his sources or ever found a reason to, but all of this? It was a bit too much to take in all at once. Most monsters gave a person a few centuries to get used to. Luckily, she hadn't told old Matt about her encounter so far. "How do we kill them?"

She heard a sigh on the other end and the creak of his chair. Cat closed her eyes. "There's some sort of holy oil," he began, "from Jerusalem. It's not exactly on the market, but making a ring around them and burning it traps them, might even hurt them. All of 'em carry around their own weapons, too. Some sort of blade or dagger or something. It kills other angels and... basically anything else from what I'm told. Other than that," he sighed again and she could hear him flipping pages of a book, "there's apparently some sigils or wards or something that can keep them out, but... I don't know any of it. I don't even know where to look. I mean... this is kind of new."

"Matt," she pinched the bridge of her nose and started to rub her eyes, remembering that she had yet to get any sleep from the night before aside for being knocked out. "Where are you even getting what you already know from? I mean, have you seen any of it work or-"

"No," he went ahead and answered her. "But I have my stuff on good authority."

"And that is...?"

"Old friends... and the King James."

"The Bible..." Catherine pulled her fingers through her hair. This was all so ridiculous.

"Every hotel's got one. I'd get to reading."

"I'm not in a hotel," she leaned back on the couch. "I'm home now. Was hoping to keep it that way. I don't mind going across state for a bad demon, I get that, but I'm not about to go around hunting angels if they're that bad. We don't even know what happened in Heaven or what their motives are for hurting people."

"Catherine," he answered back sternly. "We can't give them two inches. They're worse than demons. You know what the devil is, right? He was the first of those things to fall. He's been out of contact with Heaven for just about ever. Now all of his brothers and sisters are down here, too. You see what I mean?"

"I'm not trying to argue their case, I'm just saying that they are way too much for us right now. They're... too much."

"Are you scared?"

She dropped her arms down in defeat, taking the phone away from her ear in the process. Catherine never really was the type to travel the country and hunt things down when she came across them. She was more of the type to let them come to her. But scared? Fear got people killed, even if these things were damn scary.

Matt's voice drifted to her from the phone and she put it back to her ear again and continued. "I'm just saying that we don't know how powerful they could be. Trying to fight one alone on the information we have is suicide. You don't know what these things do."

"And I'm guessing that you do?"

She stayed silent for a moment, finding it hard to decide if she should say something or not. It was already too late.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" His question would have sounded sincere if he hadn't screamed it.

"I, uh-" Catherine rubbed at her eyes again. "I might have had a close encounter with the holy kind last night."

The other end stayed in silence as Matt went through the usual questions in his head. She was alive. If she were hurt, she would have said something. Cat knew him well enough to wait a moment until he finally said, "Tell me everything."

So, she told him about her late night bonfire, running home from the cops, the meteor shower, almost getting killed by said meteor shower, and the strange... angel. She made sure to include how easy it was for him to toss her aside like he had done, but also mentioned that she came away unscathed.

"Strange he didn't kill ya," he seemingly muttered to himself. "You said he landed in the trees... with a body and everything."

"He even had an accent. Something... Europe-y. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a guy out there, I mean... they were all falling. It didn't look like they had flight paths."

"He already had a vessel. He was here before, like the ones in the lore."

Catherine remembered how the angel looked a bit battered when she had first come across him, how he was stunned at just being alive. Of course, that could have been because he just fell from the freaking sky.

Matt's voice pulled her back to the conversation. "My source said they used to be able to fly. Like teleporting to you and me. Jumping around from place to place, but since they fell, they got their wings ripped off or something."

There was a pause, so she just shrugged. "Okay?"

"He's not far."

Realization of his words hit her and she leaned forward on her arms. "You want me track him down?" she asked him incredulously. Didn't she just get off of the soap box about that?

"This is a good lead. Just keep an eye out for him. You don't have to step in alone. I'll send someone your way, but they might take some time to get there. Just find him. Watch him. That's all I ask."

"You didn't get slung into your car," she groaned, rubbing her forehead in thought. To be honest, it was a good plan. Jumping in would be stupid, but keeping an eye on him, making sure he wasn't torturing people or whatever? That could come in handy. "Fine. I'll start looking."

"Good girl. Keep in touch."

"Yeah, yeah." She hung up the phone, watching the news play back in thought while biting her thumb. His trail was already cold when she had come to earlier in the day... Catherine sighed, turning the TV off and getting up.

So it definitely wasn't just him. From the way the hunters had talked over the phone, it sounded like all of the angels had fallen...

Balthazar kept a close eye on the woman, but due to his recent handicap, he could only do so much. He watched her leave her home in the middle of no where, probably to go back to the same place they had parted ways, and waited until she was gone to start moving.

He had some information, but not enough, not yet. This woman, Catherine, seemed just as curious as he was about what had happened the previous night, so it was wise to stay around her. Let her gather up information for him. There was nothing he could do about it for the moment, especially with his old pals seemingly hidden from him.

With nothing else to do for the time being, he resolved to make his way through the thicket of pine trees and into town. Try to find other information or maybe a monster or two who would actually know something.

Catherine had caught no sign of her angel friend at their previous rendezvous, as expected. After looking around there for a bit, she headed into town. Thomaston was the nearest town in miles, so it was her best chance.

She didn't know a whole lot about actual living and breathing angels, so she checked the usual places. Gas stations. Restaurants. Hotels. Angels wouldn't fall with a pocket full of money, but it sounded like they could easily get whatever they pleased; however, these places turned up no luck, back to back.

Working her way out of town, she went through the older parts of the area, the abandoned parts, so to speak. Still no sign of anything. The entire time, she was wired for something to go wrong quickly. If she did happen to find him, she doubted he would be thrilled about it.

Eventually, she had made her way to the river and the evening was only just starting to set in. She walked along its banks for a few moments, already knowing there was nothing here. The angel had a whole day's worth of a start on her. He was already long gone.

With a heavy sigh, Catherine turned around to start heading back to the car only that someone was now standing in the path. Unfortunately, it wasn't the man she had been looking for, but a younger man with dark hair and a smile. "Hey," he called over to her.

She looked at him, startled that he had suddenly popped up like that. "Hi," was her answer in return. Her shackles were already on high. Was this an angel? Something else?

The man began walking forward. "Nice evening."

"Yeah," she replied and started to move in a wide arc around him. "I was just heading back-"

He faced her, eyes turning black. "No, you aren't."

The pistol was in her hand quickly, but another, one she hadn't seen, grabbed her arm from behind, twisting it quickly to force her to drop the gun before pushing her down to the ground with unheard of strength. Demons. Great.

Catherine pulled out her hunting knife only for her wrist to be stamped down by a black stiletto. Cherry red pedicured nails was a strange look for a demon, Catherine idly thought as she looked up to the smiling red head above her. The other demon was out of her line of sight and seemed to be up to something else, likely something not good.

"Good evening," the female demon purred with a smile, kneeling down to wrap her perfect hands around the hunter's throat. "The Queen of Hell is here to inquire:... Where's your angel?"

Yup, Abbadon's here. Umf, I love her. Anyway, are these chapters too short for you guys? I tried to make it longer, but it actually came out a little bit shorter...

Anyway, OH NOES WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOAW!?1? And all that. More Balthy in the next chapter. :)