The Land of Angels

Part 2

"Where are you going to go?" I ask in the morning when he wakes up.

"Away." He says sitting up in the bed.

I look at him and say, "Like out of the Kingdom of Day?"

"Yes, I'm going across the seas." He says noncholantly.

"To the night court?" I ask.

He nods and says, "I will go through the night court, then past it."

"What's past the Night Court?" I ask confused. 

"Well there's a mountain range filled with evil and ancient creatures, 'The Mountains of Monsters'" He says.

"Why would you want to go to a place filled with monsters that want to kill you?" I ask.

He looks at me and says to himself, "Human's really don't know anything do they?"

I figured out last night when I saw his ears that he was in fact Akeirie, even though I was pretty sure, I glare at him and say, "No, I do know stuff, I was just never taught about the magical world, and it's not like I had many books to read about it either."

"I'm going to kill Castiel." He says.

"Isn't he a part of the night court?" I ask. He nods, I continue to question, "Why would you want to kill him? And why do you need to go past the Night Court to do so?"

"You ask a lot of questions." he says searching for his shirt, "Where's my shirt."

"It was dirty so I walked it, it's hanging up, should be dry bout now." I say.

He walks out onto my veranda and grabs his shirt covering the horrifying scars on his back and arms. 

"Can I come?" I ask suddenly.

He looks at me and raises an eyebrow, "No." He says bluntly.

"Why not?" I ask.

"Because it's a suicide mission with a high chance of dying, plus you'll slow me down, and one mouth is easier to feed than 2." He replies smoothly.

"I don't mind the risk," I say, "I won't slow you down, promise, and I don't eat much. Plus you'll look less suspicious if you're travelling with a woman."

"You have a point but still no." He says, with his normal voice which always shuts down the conversation, "You have a life, don't throw it away. How old are you anyways?"

"16," I answer and his face which usually doesn't change emotion seems a bit shocked for a second but goes back to his normal stone cold ways, "But I'm not going to get anywhere in this town, I'll just end up in a work house then I'll die there. I hate working at that bar and I'd love to leave."

"No." He says bluntly.

I sigh and look at him, "Come on, please? I'd be a great asset, I'm great at befriending people."

"I'm not going to make friends." He grumbles.

"But you might need them for your mission," I say, "Won't you get lonely all by yourself?"

"No." He says, "I haven't been lonely for the last hundred years I'm not starting now."

My eyes widen, "A hundred years? You're really old."

"I'm older than a hundred," He says, "A lot older than a hundred."

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Old." He answers. I pout at him and he rolls his eyes at me, "You're not coming with me."

I let out a long sigh of annoyance, "I can't die here," I say to him, "I've gotta leave."

"Why?" He asks bluntly.

"I just hate this town." 

"You hate it enough to die just to leave?" He asks, "Isn't that a little dramatic?"

I look at him annoyed, and say, "I really want to leave, I have no family here, I have no one I care about here."

"Do you have people in the night court who care about you?" He asks looking at me in a calculating way.

"No." I say slumping down in my seat, "But it'd still be good to leave."

He looks at me his eyes are in the shape of a glare but his eyes don't match up, "Fine," I sit up straight and smile like a madman, "But only because I might need a distraction."

I jump up and hug him, he stiffens up and asks, "What are you doing?"

"Hugging you out of appreciation." I answer letting him go.

"Well it's weird." He says, "Don't do it again, get dressed into functional clothes, we leave as soon as possible."

I put on some pants under my skirt and put on a blouse grabbing my coat and tying up my boots. 

He puts on his shoes and glances up to me, "You're sure about this?"

"Yep." I say fully committed to ending my life for an adventure. I don't know, it just feels right I guess. Girls have to wear dresses or skirts that go down to their ankles. I mean technically they don't have to, but around here there's about a 200 percent chance you'll be raped if you wear a short dress, if you wear pants you'll be shunned or beat up. 

We walk out the door and I shut it behind me for the last time in a long time.