Angels

Chapter 12- R&R

Sam was sat back in the tent he shared with Damien and Marc, the pink haired dork with him.

Sam was reading through his grandma's journal while Damien was scrolling senselessly through his phone. Sam swore when he glanced away for a second he noticed Damien staring his way.

"Hey guys," Marc said, stepping into the tent. "Real smooth, Damien."

"W-what do you mean?" Damien asked back. Sam didn't look away from the book, rereading the information he knew off by heart, trying to see where in all hell he'd gotten the name Aaron from.

"Did either of you mention the name Aaron earlier today?" Sam asked. "That name's been bothering me since after we got back to the site."

"Nope, Damien?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't know an Aaron," Damien replied.

"Apparently it isn't an Angel thing, either. Whatever I probably heard it from another campground," Sam said. "So Marc, what do you want?"

"We have a fire going and the two of you nerds aren't joining us, I came to drag you there by force," Marc explained.

"We barely even know the team guys though," Sam protested.

"They're all cool, come on," Damien said, grabbing Sam by the wrist and pulling him out of the tent, causing the shorter to drop his book.

"Hey! Damien!" Sam shouted as Damien dropped his wrist and took a seat in one of the empty chairs, Sam sat next to him.

"Hey guys, nice of you to join us," Ryder said.

"Hey," Damien said. Sam nodded slightly. He wasn't that much of a night owl and was exhausted from such a busy day. He was kidnapped, patched things up with Hayley, and watched his best friend make his first two kills just to rescue him.

"You good?" Damien asked, quiet so as that only Sam could pick up on him words.

"Yeah, just a little tired," he explained.

"You can always go back to the tent to get some rest," Damien replied.

"I'll be fine," Sam said. Damien gave him a doubtful look before turning away.

The group was loud and despite the fire, Sam was cold. Damien was talking with Tannor, and that left Sam without anyone to talk no. Nothing against the team, they just didn't connect with Sam all that well.

"Hey everyone! How about a little horror story!" Damien shouted over the crowd. Receiving all attention.

"C'mon Damien, we're a hard group to impress," Tannor said. "Hit us with all you've got."

"If you say so," Damien replied, leaning back in his seat confidently.

"You're too fluffy to tell a good horror story," Sam taunted, shifting in his chair to fully face Damien.

"Try me," Damien said back, leaning over and smirking, Sam noticed the movement behind Damien and pulled himself back just as Tannor shoved him forwards.

"Imagine if I weren't perceptive, people know when to get phones out, Damien, try your best to impress me, I can be tough to chip through with words," Sam replied. Damien leaning back with his face flushed in embarrassment as he glared back at Tannor.

"The night was cold and dark. It was October, the time for haunted houses and carving faces onto pumpkins. There were orange as red leaves scattering the ground, those left on the trees nearly giving off an impression they were burning down. Or something else poetic like that. And it was Rowan's first time testing his real strengths. Throughout the years he'd built up relationships with many different social groups, and gone through way too much trouble for one day of fun," Damien explained. He was being a little... strange. Like he'd known Rowan personally. "Rowan lived in a relatively small town, so it wasn't hard to spread a fake rumour about a run down, old house being haunted, and Rowan knew how to get every student in there."