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Chapter 5:

Becky avoided Finn the entire morning. She was still angry with him for snapping at her for suggesting that he needed Ayva. She knew just how forbidden it was; but in her opinion when things felt right, what did it matter? Dean wasn't exactly supportive of the idea either. Maybe it was because of the circumstances in Damien's death, she didn't know.

She sat down in the living room with her book; but never got it open when a vibration tingled against the skin of her thigh. Reaching for the device, she saw Finn appear before her with his arms crossed over his chest. He had an annoyed look upon his face. Becky ignored him and gazed at her phone screen to read the message from Ayva. "What are you up to? I'm so bored right now."

"That's because your not a work."

"Are you going avoid me all day?" Finn asked uncrossing his arm to let them hand loosely at his sides.

"Why should I talk to you? You tell me everything isn't my business."

"That particular subject wasn't though."

Becky raised an eyebrow at him for a moment before getting up from the couch. She didn't want to argue with him, so she decided to walk away. Unfortunately, Finn wasn't about to let that happen. He took a firm grasp upon her arm in passing. "Come on Becky, you can't stay mad at me forever." He stated.

"Look, I wasn't trying to tell you what to do. I was just telling you how I see things, so I'm sorry if you can't tell the difference."

She ripped her arm free from his grasp and shimmered out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He never realized that Becky was only trying to help. He was used to someone always telling him what to do, he never understood the difference between offering an opinion and giving orders. Now he felt awful for hurting her feelings. She was the closest person he had to family. Sure he had Dean as well; but it just wasn't the same.

Becky knocked on a large wooden door with a beautiful etch design in the glass. It didn't take long for Ayva to answer the door with a cheerful smile. She tried to give her the best smile she could fake without letting her know that it really wasn't a real one. "I'm glad you came. There's been something I've wanted to tell you since yesterday." Ayva stated closing the front door behind her.

"What would that be?" Becky asked sitting down on the other side of the couch.

Ayva returned from the kitchen with two cups of coffee. The instant she walked into the room, her friend's emotions hit her straight in the chest. It made her stop walking and take them all in. Anger, disappointment and sadness suffocated her. If that wasn't bad enough, the private thoughts of her best friend started to invade her mind. "How dare he speak to me that way!"

"Ayva!"

No answer came back. Becky called out again; but she had such a faraway look in her eyes that she didn't even understand what was happening. Becky reached out for her, taking both of her shoulders into her hands. Shaking her gently, her eyes finally were starting to return to the normal color. "Are you okay?"

"I...uh...yeah I think so..."

"What happened just now?"

Ayva sat down on the couch, mindlessly sitting the cups of coffee on the table in front of her. Becky waited patiently for her to answer the question. "It's really hard to explain. I told you about the empathy and talking to the deer; but yesterday I started to hear peoples thoughts. It freaked me out so much that I insisted on taking the whole week off."

"So that's why you were so skittish yesterday."

"Pretty much. This is all so crazy. If I didn't have you and Finn right now, I'd probably admit myself into an institution somewhere."

Hearing his name sent Becky's blood to boil. She was still fuming at his disregard for her feelings. It was to the point where she didn't realize that she wasn't blocking her thoughts from Ayva's novice mind. "Damn you Finn!" It was too late. Ayva heard it loud and clear, making her raise a questioning eyebrow in her direction.

"You know Finn I'm gathering."

"Yeah. I'm dating his unit brother Dean Ambrose. We all live in the same house."

"I could hear your thoughts. You are angry at him aren't you?"

Tucking a large chunk of her orange red hair behind her head, she reached for the cup of coffee on the center table. She wondered how she was going to explain things without giving details away. She wanted to let Finn tell her the truth. "I gave my opinion about something last night and he snapped at me. Basically told me to mind my own business."

"Why didn't you tell me that you knew him? Why did you pretend like you didn't know him at all?" Ayva asked starting to feel like everyone around her wasn't who they said they were.

"I'm sorry, Ayva. I really am. I should have told that I knew him."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Ayva was irritated. The lamp next to her started to rattle against the wood of the end table it rested on. Becky looked up from her folded hands to see that it wasn't just the lamp that was rattling, it was every single item in the room that wasn't tethered down by something else. Witnessing it first hand, she realized that telekinesis was the next power in line to develop. "Ayva, you need to calm down or everything in this room is either going to shatter or go flying depending on your mood right this moment."

"How would you know?" She snapped.

"Trust me, I know a thing or to about abilities like this one."

Becky reached out to take a hold of Ayva's hand. "Take a deep breath and think of something happy." She coached, hoping that it would take effect.

She watched Ayva close her eyes and breathe in deep. Invading her friend's mind, she could see an image of Finn moving a tigerlilly into her waiting hands. The same lone flower that was in a cup of water on the kitchen counter. Seeing the memory first hand made her heart clench and a smile to tug at her lips. Finn really did care about her and that was a step in the right direction.

It didn't take long for the all the belongings to stop shaking. Ayva opened her eyes to see the smile on Becky's face. Even with all the new changes happening around her, she couldn't seem to find a reason to stay angry with Becky or with Finn for that matter. Trust was something that was earned not just given blindly, she knew that better than anyone and she couldn't expect them to trust her with everything either. "You did good." Becky commented.

"Why are you not freaked out by all this?"

"Probably because I was you not all that long ago. I developed powers I had no idea where they came from or why I had them. If it wasn't for Dean and Finn, I don't think I ever would have been able to control them."

"So what you're telling me is that Finn, Dean and you all have powers."

Becky chuckled, "Yeah. I know that sounds insane; but we stick together like a family because ordinary people just wouldn't understand. Believe me, I wanted to tell you about mine for so long. I just didn't know how to."

Before Ayva could open her mouth to respond to Becky's confession, a soft knock sounded. Looking at the clock, they both realized that it two till four. Finn had arrived to begin teaching Ayva how to control powers. Getting up from the couch, Ayva opened the door to see Finn standing there dressed in a pair of dark colored pants and a white t-shirt that framed every contour of his upper body.

Her mouth suddenly went dry and couldn't seem to focus on the words she wanted to say to him. Finn gave a smirk, knowing that he made her nervous. Becky cleared her throat, snapping Ayva out of her daze. "I think I'm going to head out, A. Good luck with everything today"

"Becky...you don't have to go..."

"I don't want to be in the way."

She started to walk towards the door, passing Finn in the process. He knew that he needed to apologize to her. He needed her support more than ever. He needed her to be there for him when he hit a problem in his chaotic life. "Becky, I'm sorry about earlier." He said softly.

It surprised her to hear the apology. Turning around to see him face to face, wondering if he was being sincere or not. She really hated being angry at him, because she knew that it really wasn't all of his fault. Aluxia took so much from him, destroyed his humanity on so many levels. The look in his eyes was all she needed to know that he was indeed being truthful. "I appreciate you saying that; but I still need to get going. Dean and I have dinner plans."

"Are you sure?" Ayva asked in a disappointed voice.

"I'm sure."

She smiled and gave Finn's arm a comforting squeeze before walking out the door. He turned from the closed door to Ayva. She nervously bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with something to say. He found the gesture to be completely adorable and couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from her. "So how do you want to start?" He asked trying to suppress his sudden urge to tuck the stray chunk of hair behind her ear.

"You tell me. I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Then we will start simple. Blocking your thoughts from others and blocking yourself from hearing others."

"Oh thank god! I don't want to hear other peoples thoughts."

He could understand that. It was something he never really cared for either, except in certain situations. She retreated down to the couch. Discreetly wiping his palms on the sides of his pants, he moved to sit down next to her. "The first thing I'm going to tell you is that you have to stay calm and try not to get frustrated, because things aren't learned overnight."

"Okay."

She couldn't help but stare into his eyes. The beautiful blue she have caught herself thinking about more times than she was willing to admit to anyone. "You want to stop the voices then you must build yourself an inner wall. Visualize a wall made of whatever you want; but its up to the strength of your mind if its strong enough to hold up against the constant thoughts." He explained desperately trying to ignore her stares.

"O...kay..."

Her eyes fluttered closed. She could see nothing but just a black emptiness, a blank canvas to create the wall needed to keep her sanity intact. Willing bricks to form, she clenched her hands against the fabric of her black yoga pants. Finn could feel her frantic need to make it work. "Don't force it, Ayva. Open your eyes and take a breath." He suggested.

She did exactly what he told her to do; but again, nothing happened. After five more failed attempts to form a wall inside her mind, the frustration was settling in. The same objects in the room started to rattle once again. Finn noticed immediately. "She must have started this today." He thought to himself.

He leaned forward taking her hands into his own. She looked at him, the moisture coated her lashes with pending tears. "I understand not being able to form an entire wall; but I can't even form one freaking brick!" She stated holding back the tears she wanted to shed. Pulling her hands away from his touch, she wiped her eyes away from the stray wetness.

"It's okay. Take a deep breath."

Sucking in a deep breath, it slowly calmed her down enough for all of her belongings to stop rattling. Finn was thankful for that; but it posed another problem entirely. He hadn't know about the telekinetic development. That was going to have to be controlled before the other stuff. She wasn't going to like that and he knew it. "Do you want to try again or take a break?" He asked looking back at the clock on the far wall. An hour had passed since he arrived there.

"Do you mind if take a break to cook dinner?"

"Of course not. I will see you tomorrow."

"Finn, I'm cooking for you to."

He wasn't expecting that. His first instinct was to bolt but knew if he did, she'd never let him back in. She walked into the kitchen and knelt down to reach the bottom cabinets to get two pots out. A small one and a fairly large one. He was curious as to what she was doing, so he followed her into the kitchen only to see the tigerlilly that he had given her the day before in a glass of water on the counter. "So you really did keep it." He commented.

"The flower? Yeah, I said I was going to. Why? Does that surprise you?"

"Kind of...yeah..."

She pulled down a jar of white sauce and a clear bag of noodles, eying him curiously. For some reason she wanted to know what he was thinking and without meaning to, she invaded his mind of his personal thoughts. The memory of him moving the delicate flower with his mind appeared behind her own eyes, as if she was living it through his eyes. She was seeing herself as he saw her. "Beautiful." Was the word that rolled of his tongue via his mind in a thick Irish accent.

Shaking her head to rid herself of the rest, heat warmed her cheeks. Finn tilted his head to the side, wondering what had her all flustered in a matter of seconds. Then he realized that she must have invaded his mind accidentally. A smile tugged at his lips. If she wasn't scared by now, there was hope that she wouldn't be when the time came for her to learn the truth.

"So what are you making?" He asked trying to get her to focus on something else other than the tension between each other.

"Pasta with a creamy Alfredo sauce."

"Sounds good..."

She smiled at him before turning away to pour the noddles into the boiling water on the stove. Finn watched her closely. Every move she made was fluid, graceful. Exactly how an angel would move. As happy has he was for her to finally understand who she is, there was a part of him that hating the idea with every fiber of his being. He was half demon and he would never have her without people coming after them. Consequences one would say. It was forbidden for an angel and demon to be together, half-breeds included. The consequences finally caught up with Damien no matter how hard Finn had tried to stop them from coming.

"It's almost done. The bathroom is upstairs on the left if you need to wash up or anything." Ayva stated turning the burner off under the sauce.

"Thank you."

He turned to walk towards the stairs. There were several photos hanging on the wall as the stairs ascended upward. One of them caught his attention immediately. It was of Ayva and Damien right after they announced their engagement. He could remember that day like it was yesterday, because it was the fight that drove him away from his family.

"You can't do this. It's forbidden!" Dean yelled from other side of the room.

"I don't really care. She is everything I ever need, surely you can understand that." Damien replied standing firm in his place near the open doorway.

"I do understand; but you know that it can't be an angel. It doesn't matter if she's only half."

The bickering had become harder and harder to ignore the longer Ayva was in Damien life on a romantic level. Finn could see things from both sides and he honestly had no idea how to handle the situation. Becky kept quiet, hovering away from the two males that just seemed like they wanted to throw down right in the middle of the room. "We don't even know if she is a Nephilim. She's twenty-three years old and has shown zero signs."

"Do you really want to take that chance and risk all hell breaking loose upon all of us?"

"Yes..."

Dean was completely enraged at his so-called family member for confessing that Ayva was more important to him than family. Becky reached out for his hand, stroking the skin tenderly. "Then go, I won't stop you; but I won't be around for when they inevitably come for you." He informed before walking away with the youngest of the family trailing behind.

"Finn...what about you?" Damien asked.

"I will support whatever you do; but you have to know that they will come for you and they won't care if she's just a human. They will kill her because there was a rumor of her Nephilim status."

All Damien could do was nod his head and take it all in. In the end, he decided that Ayva was worth the risk.

He never came back home; but continued to keep in contact with Finn as often as he could before things went south. "I don't know what to do, Damien." He whispered before continuing on up the stairs.

Ayva sat the table nervously. Her hands were trembling no matter what she told herself. Finn was bringing out emotions she thought died with Damien. Hearing his personal thoughts of her was more than enough for her to know that he was feeling some of the same things for her. Sitting his plate down on the table, she looked up to see him walking back into the room.

"Wow, you've outdone yourself. There was no need to make something so extreme." He said pulling out her chair, allowing her to sit down before he pushed her closer to the table.

"This really isn't all that extreme; but I can make better things. I've always been a good cook."

He sat down across the table and picked up the fork next to the plate. Taking the first bit, the flavor washed over his tongue sending his taste buds into overdrive. He couldn't believe just how good it really was. "She really needs to cook for us at home." He thought to himself.

"Maybe I will sometime." She answered as if he said the thought aloud.

Swallowing down the next bit, he realized that he needed to be more careful with his thoughts. He could see pink tint her cheeks. She was blushing and he couldn't help but find that to be beyond angelic. Ironic as it may seem. There was no one better to be an angel than she was. "Finn!" Becky's voice boomed inside his head.

"What the hell? What's wrong?" He asked noticing the frantic nature in her voice.

"There's been another killing. A young man this time. Same circle of symbols."

"Okay, let me finish up here and I'll be home soon to sort it all out."

The death couldn't have come at a worst time. He knew that he had to leave; but had no idea what he was going to tell her. Looking at her, he suddenly took in a harsh breath of air. Her ocean blue eyes were pure white and her body was frozen solid. "Ayva!" He shouted but nothing happened. Swiftly moving forward to stand beside her in a split second, he took hold of her shoulders. The desperation clearly written on his face.

"Come on Ayva, snap out of it!"