Fallen Angel||NH||AU||A Supernatural Inspiration.

15. Don't Fear The Reaper

A/n Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Guess who's back, back again. Sophie's back, tell a friend.

Hello, my beautiful people. How are you? I believe that I have made you wait quite a while for this chapter, and I think I need to deliver it to you right now.

The song for this chapter is Don't Fear The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult.

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We sped until nightfall in the Riviera. The entire ride I was frightened about the fact that an archangel stole a lethal book and gave it to a demon, which probably already delivered it to the King of Hell. It was scary how just a couple of weeks ago the thing I worried about most was to make enough money for the week from my two jobs, and now it was to save the entire world. I've had a couple more anxiety attacks, and Niall made me hold on to the air pump. Hey, it wasn't my fault that I didn't want the world to end.

I didn't really know where we were headed. Hopefully, it was to Tennessee. We really needed to get that book back.

I fell asleep and woke up screaming from nightmares about three times. The first time Niall made the car swivel from my sudden screams. We almost crashed into a tree. But I was fine later. When I woke up in the morning we were in a town with tall apartment buildings and small businesses. It looked like the neighbourhood I lived in in Queens. But this one was much nicer looking. Niall was still asleep next to me, looking like such an angel. A good angel.

That reminded me of the dream I had of the blond boy that looked like a fallen angel. The last time I had it was the night before I met Niall. I haven't had it since then. You know, Niall did remind me of that blond boy. A lot. From the colour of his hair to his bright blue orbs, to his beautiful inked skin...

Then it came to me. It hit me like a bulldozer. What Kayla and Adam had said to me was true. Niall was the boy in my repetitive dream. Oh, god. I never gave this much thought, but since I met Niall that evening at the diner I stopped having that dream. I didn't know what to think of this. How did I not see it earlier?

"Robin."

I jumped at the sound of my name. I didn't really know why. Niall woke up, looking groggy and so attractive with his messy hair and half-open eyes. I hope he didn't notice.

"Good morning," I said.

"Mornin'," he replied. "Ready?"

"For what?"

"We're going to see an old friend of mine. His name's Lloyd Jason. He should be able to tell us what we need to know about that asylum."

"Can't we just look it up?" I asked.

"Yeah, but wouldn't it be better to know the truth?" Niall said

"What makes you think that he knows the truth?" I questioned.

"His son was sent there when he was sixteen," Niall explained. "He had schizophrenia and saw things. If anyone knows anything about that place, it's Lloyd."

"But wouldn't it be easier if we asked his son?"

"Sure, if he was still alive."

Oh. That put things in a different perspective. I guess I knew how it felt to lose someone. My own grandmother died a few years back. But I guess it was different when your son was mentally challenged.

I noticed that it was already twelve at noon. How long have we been out? How long have I been out? I felt over rested, and I wondered whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.