You Will Live Forever

Chapter 14: Fallen Angels

Leo above.

"You ok?" Leo asked.

I sat down in the seat next to him. I guess I had shock written all over my face.

"Yea. Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?" I answered.

Larson sat down in his seat and swiveled in his chair, striking up a conversation with Blake and Shelby.

"Well, it looks like you've seen a ghost. Did Larson say something?"

"No... It's just I thought I remembered something."

Leo stared at me expecting me to say what it was but I never did. I couldn't tell him anything about Seth and I was completely lying to him about remembering. Besides, I couldn't make a big fuss over it. For all I knew, Larson still thought that Seth was dead. I wasn't supposed to say anything about him.

"Look, if you're worried about my brother, it's ok. I'm sure he will meet us down there." Leo took my hand and squeezed it once.

I nodded and looked out the window. Jeremy will find us. He knows exactly where we are going. Although, I am worried about how beaten and tired he will be when he shows up again.

***

Several hours had passed on the plane. I guess I had fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, everyone was back to their original seats with their heads lulling to the side. I guess everyone was tired. I looked out the dark window. We were above the Atlantic.

"Liz?" Leo said sleepily.

I looked over as he straightened himself in his seat.

"Yea?" I whispered.

Leo looked like he was about to say something but stopped. "Never mind."

"No, really. What?"

"It's just... well. I've missed you."

I stared at him for a moment. "I've been here on the plane with you ever since we both drifted off."

Leo chuckled. "That's not what I meant."

I cocked my head to the side.

"What I meant was I missed being with you. I missed waking up to your face."

I didn't know what to say. It was weird coming from him. I felt like I was talking to his old self from one of the dreams Seth had given me.

"Why the strange look?" He asked.

"I don't know. You're just acting differently." I said quietly.

"I know. I'm sorry." Leo looked down at his hands that were fiddling with the bottom hem of his shirt.

We sat there in silence for a moment before I blurted out.

"Leo... what do fallen angels do?"

Leo scratched the back of his neck. "Well... they sort of do things both similar to angels and demons. But, since their soul is half and half, if stabbed by a demon weapon or an angel weapon separately, it does not affect them. They still haven't found a way to merge the weapons so they can't kill a fallen angel just yet. Thank god for that." He mumbled the last part under his breath. "These weapons puncture the soul. So if I got stabbed with a demon blade I'd just be wounded. Obviously, no one has stabbed me back to back with a demon blade then an angel blade so I wouldn't know if that worked, but I think you get the point. Gods obviously can't die because their soul is protected by some thick spirit energy."

I nodded. "So um... do all fallen angels regret falling from heaven?" I asked hesitantly.

"No, actually. Very few do. Most of us want to live by our own rules and have a little of everything but to an extent where it's not overwhelming."