Watchtower

Chp 3

After hours of searching and finding absolutely nothing I was ready to throw some hands. A sigh left my lips as I halfheartedly pulled another book off the shelf, this one untitled and well-worn. I flipped it open to a random page and my eyes landed on the chapters name, instantly sparking my curiosity.

Chapter 73:
Fallen Angels

(This chapter is curtesy of Mr. Damian Stone)

Fallen Angels are exactly what they sound like; Angels that fell from Heaven and walk among humans on earth. They essentially have the same qualities of a harpee, though we still don't know much as there are only four in existence (see section D for more information) and Mr. Stone didn't want to share a lot of information.
They have their wings from the moment of birth or rather as soon as they fall, though they can't fly for quite a few years.

I bit my lip in thought as I flipped the page.

Mr. Stone said personalities can differ, as well as appearance and level of intelligence due to the individual's upbringing. If a fallen Angel is found Mr. Stone asks that you bring them to him, as he's most likely more experienced with them than anyone else. More information may be shared by Mr. Stone himself if a fallen Angel is brought to him.

I huffed and took a mental note of the coordinates this 'Damian Stone' might be before slamming the book shut and leaving the left wing library to find the boys. I made my way to the right wing library where I found them wrestling on the floor, books scattered around haphazardly.
I let out a sharp whistle which caused the boys to scramble to their feet, covering their ears.
"Gosh, you two are children!" I accused, pointing a scolding finger at the both of them.

"I found something, I think, but since Hes is so interested in the kids I don't want to get her hopes up. Are you two knuckleheads coming with me or are you going to keep playing around like the children you are?"
They mumbled apologies and Ryo shot me a glare before heading towards the bedrooms.
"I guess that means he's staying here."I rolled my eyes and dragged Griff outside, following the coordinates I'd memorized thanks to my photographic memory.

Surprisingly we were fairly close. We stepped onto a dirt path that wound around the trees a ways, but just a short distance in front of us was a decent sized driveway with a large mahogany brown house. There had to be at least three floors including an attic, as well as several rooms if the six windows for each floor was anything to go by.
We stepped up and knocked on the door, waiting quietly as footsteps made their way towards us.

A woman -probably our age- with wavy, chocolate brown hair and green eyes that seemed to glow opened the door, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. I glanced at Griff and took a discreet whiff, my nostrils flaring in surprise.

Looks like we stumbled on a witches home...

"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice soft. She clearly wasn't ecstatic about the unannounced guests showing up.
"Yeah um," I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling bad.
"I'm Callie, this is Griff. I found a book and it mentioned a.... what was his name? Right, Damian Stone. I was hoping to ask him some questions." I tried giving her a smile, but her gaze turned to my mate before looking back inside.

"It's fine Astrid, we can continue this later." A second voice muttered from inside before a man with black hair and mismatched eyes came up behind the witch, setting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm Damian, how can I help you guys?"
Griff studied Damian quietly before shrugging and looking at me, the question in his eyes obvious.

"It's regarding a certain book about a certain topic." I replied innocently, glancing around the surrounding woods. I wasn't dumb, it was a perfect place for someone to hide and easily gain information. Supernaturals rarely like to talk about their species unless it's to a mate because everyone needs their secrets, so I doubt the author of the book used nice ways of getting Damian to talk.
He hummed in response before turning to Astrid.

"Will you be ok looking on your own?"
"Please, i could do it with my eyes closed. I can't believe you doubt me." The woman huffed her rolled her playful -now a pretty golden colored- eyes.
"Thanks." Damian responded, gesturing for Griff and I to follow him as he lightly jogged towards the stairs.
Griff was usually pretty chill, but after a quick glance at the way his hands kept flexing and his fingers were twitching he was uncomfortable, worried even. He didn't like going somewhere he didn't know a lot about.

I took his hand in mine and pulled him along after the man, eager to get some answers for once. He led us up the large staircase and onto the second floor, walking past several doors before finally stepping inside one and waiting for us to enter before shutting it behind us.
"This is my most private room. Equipped with sound-proofing materials, devices that send high frequencies to waste listening devices and so on. I'm assuming since you came to me you found one?"

Wow, straight to business this one
Hes is gonna be so mad if we tell him about the twins and he decides he wants to take them in, y'know that right?
Yes I know that. Shush.
I'll be mad at you too in case that wasn't clear
I said shush

"Yeah, I think so at least, this one has no idea about any of it, I just dragged him along for the fun of it." I replied, plopping down into a chair. Griff sat down less enthusiastically and Damian tapped his chin thoughtfully.
"Can you describe him? Or her?"
"Um... brown hair, really light brown eyes. Questionably smart, though I don't know if being one makes you smarter or something. Oh, yeah, and the little wings."

"They totally could be, or they could be a harpee, its hard to tell. Could you bring them here?" Griff and I shared a knowing look.
"It'll be difficult to get them away from my friend -she's obsessed- but I'll try." I answered honestly, giving him a nod.
"I'll be here all day tomorrow then. Try to bring him or her around noon for lunch."
"Are you going to cook?" I asked with an inquiring eyebrow raised.
"I'll probably just order a pizza." He grumbled, running a hand through his hair.
"Cool. See you later then." I didn't wait for a response, Ivory growing impatient. I heard Griff following behind me and we left the house, Damian following us to the door silently.

A/N here's chapter three! My writing app works for this story, but for whatever reason on Running Free and Supernatural Academy it's really slow and takes like a minute to load thirteen words -_- so if you're reading this and you're waiting for the next chapter for either of those stories IM SORRYYYYYYY I'll try to write up whatever I have to in a different app (maybe my actual notes or something) and then paste it with the rest of the story idk we'll see