Saving Grace

Chapter 5

At midday, I ended up making grilled cheese, seeing how Michael has no shopping skills what so ever. All he got was a loaf of wheat bread, cheese slices, and a couple of jars of olives. At least he actually got some food that I could make a meal with.

I am now sitting in the spare bedroom that he eventually set up for me, with a full-sized bed which was covered by a large wooly blanket, and a small wooden end table. There were also a few books sitting on the edge of the table, as well as a yellow post-it note on the top. I walked and peeled the note off from the dusty book.

I figured I would get you started with some of my favorite books.

~Michael

I set the note aside and looked at the ancient, faded covers. The titles were barely visible, but I could still make out what they were. Wuthering Heights, Don Quixote, and Uncle Tom's Cabin. Well, he has some interesting tastes, that's for sure.

"Ah, so you're the special one Michael was babbling on about." A female voice spoke from behind me. I spun around and saw a tall, lean woman. She had long black hair that reached her waist and grass green eyes. She was wearing a purple v neck with long sleeves, blue skinny jeans and black combat boots.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, my name Jackey, I'm the witch Michael called in to repair the ward that's surrounding the area. And you are...?"

"Grace." She snickers.

"So I was right. The 'half breed'."

My nose scrunches and eyebrows furrow. "I really hate it when people call me that."

"Sorry, it's just what he refers you as. Anyway, do you know where Michael is?" She asks, tapping her black-footed boot on the wooden floor.

"No, I don't actually. Could I ask you a question?"

"I guess so." She sighs as she brushes past me and plops down on the corner of my bed.

"What were those things?" I ask, a frown forming on my face due to the memories flashing in my mind.

"Those sick bastards were demons. Tracking and hunting are their specialties, due to the extra sensitive abilities they have such as a greater sense of smell, better eyesight, and greater stamina." She speaks nonchalantly as if this is an everyday thing for her.

"And why are they hunting me?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're a half-breed. You have the rarest blood there is out there. Why? Because making half-human half-angel babies is pretty impossible. And if they did get your blood it wouldn't be too great."

"And why would that be a bad thing?", she continues, "Well, they could make the most insidious creatures that you could ever-"

"Jackey! Shut the hell up would you?" Michael says from the doorway, face fuming and jaw ticking. Why wouldn't he want me to know these things? If these things have anything to do with me than I should have the right to know. I scrunched my nose in distaste.

"Why wouldn't you want to tell me this information in the first place?", and Michael just ignores me and continues to scold Jackie.

"You should know better Jackie. We can not tell her anything until the time is right for her to know." Michael gravels. This urkes me. This is my problem now too!

"Why are you trying to keep such important information secret in the first place? I have a right to know, it is my life that you're talking about here!" I say, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks and ears. Steam would be roaring out of my ears by now if this were a cartoon. "You can't keep me in the dark and expect me to act as if everything is okay. It's not okay that you basically kidnapped me, as you could have taken me home! But no, you brought me here and have beat around the bush ever since. I want to know what the hell is going on!"

I'm slightly out of breath from the long rant. Michael sighs heavily and runs his hands through his golden hair. Jackie just stares at him with an 'I told you so' look on her face, as well as a slight smirk. She sighs as well and slips her hair over her shoulder.

"Well, I'm just gonna leave you two to it. I'll be restoring the wards." She turns the leaves, mutters under her breath 'oh!', to suddenly turn to look at me. "It's nice to meet you by the way. I'll be staying here from now on as well, so we should hang together, kay?" She finishes with a smile on her face, eyes scrunched up in a pleasantly sweet way. I just nod my head, as I'm still flabbergasted over the whole situation. She prances out of the doorway, and I finally turn to look at Michael. He's slid down the wall to ungracefully land on his ass. His face radiates stress, and I notice just how tired he looks. Dark circles lay under his pretty blue eyes. A permanent frown sits upon a well-sculpted face, eyebrows furrowed as if in pain. I would feel bad if I weren't still angry and in shock. I sigh and drop on the soft fuzzy bed, and flop on my back to stare at the partially cracked ceiling.

Michael sighs again and I hear him mutter, "So you want to know whats going on huh?"

"Yes, if that wouldn't be too hard for you" I mutter bitterly. He chuckles and stands, dusting off his jeans. "C'mon, we'll talk in the main area." He strolls over and reaches out a hand for me to take. I take it, and a warm calloused hand pulls me up from being sprawled on the bed. He leads me out of the small room, and down the corridor. Let the angel nonsense begin.