Post Finale (#Wattys2016)

Return of the Dead

A/N: I've missed writing so so much. I'm so sorry Ladies and Gentleman for not writing sooner. You know how it is; exams, drama, life. Yeah, you probably get it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or anything by Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch POV:

Why? WHY?! Why did Blythe have to do this now? And of all places here? I really wish she had good timing... This sucks. I paced mine and Nora's thinking of clever ways to quickly get rid of Blythe.

Okay... I could shoot Nora a text and beg her for help... Yeah, no... I could jump out the window... That won't do either... I could send her on a few errands for me and hopefully she'd forget about the whole ordeal... That idea seems the most logical.

As soon as I turned towards the door, someone knocked on the door. Shit. I grimaced and walked to the door. I opened it, "Blythe... Could you..." I looked at Nora's mother who had a gun in hand, "Uh, Blythe? What are you doing? Put the gun away before the cameras can register what you have."

Blythe nodded and quickly replaced the gun in her purse, "Do you have any enemies?" What kind of question was that? Of course I did. But those people were in hell or they are dead. She shook her head, "Never mind that. You must keep Nora safe at all costs. You must not tell her that he is back. And especially don't tell Vee." Vee? Who is back?

"Blythe, what are you talking about? I don't quite understand." I stood there in the doorway talking to my future mother in law about Lord knows what.

Blythe looked at the floor beneath her, "He's back. He's back from the grave." She began crying. I put my hand on her shoulder in an almost affectionate way.

"Who is back?"

"Scott. He told me he had an assignment. A charge he said. He told me, he had to keep a girl and a boy safe. He wouldn't tell me who. He just said to go to you, Patch. He said, you'd understand." She stumbled through the door way and made her way to the couch.

I couldn't believe it. Scott was back. And sure enough the girls would find out soon too. What is the world coming to?

Nora POV:

I stared at the fallen angel as he paced his antique shop. The worst part about this is that this isn't a regular fallen angel. This was Vee's father. Vee's father who was not in hell, but on Earth; managing and owning a small business. I couldn't believe it. There was no way he could still be on Earth. I checked my phone for any missed calls from Patch. None. Either he was having a good time or he was in trouble. I wanted to shoot him a text about Xavier, but I didn't know how I would phrase it.

Vee coughed and I glanced up catching her eyes, 'Thinking about telling Patch?'

'Yeah... Although, I have no idea what to say... He hasn't texted me all day. I think something's wrong.

'It is weird. Weird for you, I mean. He should have texted you by now. Nora, we have to leave now. Do you think you could erase his memories of us?'

'There's no way. I'm not that skilled, and I've never erased someone's mind before. I've only planted images. Nothing more than that. And that thing with Dante. I don't think I could pull it off again. I haven't used my powers since the battle.

'I hate Dante. It's a good thing he's dead. But even then, death was too good for him.' I could hear Vee's hateful rage towards Dante in my mind.

Vee then spoke aloud, "Oh would you look at that?"

I cautiously glance over at her, "What?"

"A certain somebody just texted me asking for the cavalry," Vee wiggled her eyebrows, "I think we better get you back to your hotel, Miss Nora."

"Fine," I glance at Vee's father, "It was nice meeting you sir, but we have to go." Vee grabbed my arm and yanked me out the door. We both got in the car and she revved up the engine. She quickly backed out of the parking spot and sped off towards the hotel.

Unknown POV:

I watched as the two Nephilim left the old antique shop. The blonde seemed familiar. As if she was on my mind all the time, but I couldn't place a name to her face. The brunette however, I could almost put a name. But I could only think of one letter. These were people I knew, but I was forced to forget them. I could remember how much I loved each girl. One of them, I wanted to live with forever. The other, I treated as my sister. I could remember the oath I swore to the Brunette's dead father. I had sworn to keep her alive even if that meant giving my own life to save hers. Honestly, I think that's what happened. There are bits and pieces that I remember. Like how I remembered Blythe Grey, my mother's best friend. I don't know why I told Blythe about my assignment or why I told her to tell somebody named Patch about it.

Whoever I was before I became whoever I am now, is still within my body. I can feel him trying to break free. I can feel him wanting to tell me who I am. I believe that the man inside me is my soul trying to remind me who I am. Trying to remind me of my whole life before, I became this shell on a mission. But, before I embark on my mission, I must first do my own mission. I need to figure out who I am.

A/N: Guess who? I thought that maybe this story could have a twist. Well anyways, tell me what you think you guys. If you didn't like this chapter, I can always redo it too. But anyways, hope you enjoyed it.

~foREVermine 5211 out, peace!

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