Fallen

III

It was midnight when his door banged open, slamming against the wall so hard the handle dented the drywall.

He sat bolt upright, peering around into the darkness for a moment until the lights blared on, revealing a disheveled looking Harry in a long black coat, hair sitting wildly around his head, reminding Louis of a mane.

He was panting heavily, sweating profusely. Louis gaped at him, eyeing him up and down, cuts and scrapes littered his entire body, some deeper then others, he had a long gash on this arm so deep Louis could see bone, shirt ripped open above it. His face was full of blood and he walked with a limp as he made his way to the bed, throwing down a duffle bag.

He groans and falls back into the bed, covering his head with his arms.

"Louis! Get up!" Harry snaps whipping the covers back and sending the duffle bag onto the floor

"Why?" Louis asked, but began to pull himself up

"We have only moments, grab only what's necessary, and hurry time is not on our side"

Louis pales, eyes wide and gulps, hurrying to gather all the things he could think to grab.

Toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes, photos, wallet, phone charger, deodorant, everything he could think of he threw into the bag, stuffing it full before running from the room and coming back with a small case. He stuffed it in and zipped the bag panting.

"We have to move" Harry says and Louis nods

"Okay, but can you please explain"

"There's no time, come closer" Louis hurries closer and Harry reaches for him. He panics

"Wait!" He screeches, turning and dropping to his knees, reaching under the bed. Harry stared at him from behind, head tilted slightly, the need to flee momentarily blocked.

Then Louis stands back up, a shoe box under his arm and moved back to Harry. Harry snapped back to reality as a crash sounded from down the hall. Louis eyes widened as he subconsciously moved closer to Harry who grabbed his arm, the room disappearing as a figure barrels into the room. eyes flashing, crackling with electricity, it dives at them, but they disappear into darkness.

Harry pants as he disentangles himself from Louis, pushing him away and goes to a wall. He pulls a knife, making Louis jump and move back, but he draws it across his palm, the pale skin turning red as he dips his finger in, drawing a symbol on the wall.

"What the are you doing?" Louis asks, breathing hard, frightened beyond comprehension as he drops his bag, clutching the box to his chest.

"Warding" Harry answers, drawing multiple crimson symbols on the wall before moving onto the next.

He drew the same symbols over and over, on each wall, the windows, the ceiling, the floor.

"salt the windows and doors" he grunts and Louis shutters to action, grabbing a box of table salt he found in the cabinet. He pours a line wherever there's a way in or out of the small room, then he drops the box onto the table. Harry was just finishing, and he flicked his hand out, fingers spread wide. The wounds covering his body glowed brightly, a blinding blue-grey and when the light dissipated, the injuries were healed and there was no sign of a scar.

He collapses into a chair, eyes closed, shining under a sheen of sweat, his body tense.

"What the hell was that" Louis asks, staring at Harry with wide terrified eyes as the angel wheezed.

"Someone... trying to kill you. An angel I-i do not recognize" he croaks

Louis takes a shuddering breath and looks around