The next day, Louis woke up to a silent, empty motel room. He sighed and looked around, then got up, opting to take a shower before he was hauled off to god knows where.
He was only in the bathroom for a few minutes, standing under the warm stream of under pressurized water when the door to the hotel room seemed to explode open. Louis froze, shutting off the water in case it gave him away and inched closer to the door. He slowly locked it, turning the little knob as slow as he could.
He knew this couldn't be Harry, as Harry would have made sure Louis knew it was him. He closed his eyes as the footsteps came closer, someone speaking in a strange language. Louis strained his ears trying to make it out, but failed.
He pulled a towel around his waist just before the door was kicked in, or rather propelled in on a wave of scorching blue fire that blackened the door instantly.
A figure stepped inside and Louis stumbled backward until his calfs hit the edge of the tub and he fell into the bottom, desperately trying to scramble up or find something to fight with.
Meanwhile, In the other room a fight was in progress.
The other angel snarled at harry, advancing on him and slashing with his long silver blade. It opened a cut along harry's chest, but he had jumped back in time to avoid serious damage. The cut glowed a faint silvery white, then returned to normal as harry dodged another assault. He slashed with his blade, slicing the other guys cheek open, deeper then the cut he had received moments before but it glowed just the same, albiet even more intense.
Harry lunged just as the assaulting Angel did and their blades clanked together, sparks issuing from where they met. They both attempt to disarm the other, grunting and forcing the other down until the opposing angel eventually disarmed harry in one swift downward stroke.
His blade thumps onto the carpeted floor and the other angel kicked it away.
Harry falls, the other angel on top of him, to the floor. They wrestle for the remaining blade, then it's positioned over Harry's chest, all four hands on the Handle. Harry forces it up, the other forces it down.
The blade touches Harry's chest and Harry lets out a guttural, piercing shriek, the walls shaking, windows breaking and shoves the other angel off, he flies across the room and lands on his back.
Harry stands up, heaving, eyes glowing before stalking over picking up his son silver blade and sinking into the chest of the dazed angel.
Louis yells out, kicking as the angel laughs wickedly, then is cut off as his very being flickers, his bones seeming to short out. He goes ridged instantly and Louis sees why. Protruding from his chest is the tip of a silver knife. Sword? Louis couldn't tell as it was yanked free, the angel falling to the floor to reveal Harry panting, legs apart, hair wild, eyes glowing in an unnatural way as he growled.
His eyes locked with Louis and Louis choked out a terrified sob. Curling up in the bottom of the bathtub in the fetal position. Harry dropped his blade with a clatter onto the tiles and scooped Louis into his arms.
He walked back into the hotel room and gathered Louis things, retrieving his own blade along with the one from the fallen angel (as a backup or in case Louis needed to defend himself) then he stepped out through the splintered remains of the door, a now sleeping Louis cradled in his arms.
Even though he wasn't proud of them he spread his great wings and took off silently, the steady beat of them filling the air with noise, but not an unpleasant noise.
Louis sleeps on, unaware of how high he was from the surface of the earth, or even that he left it, totally exhausted from his near death experience.
Harry could fly a lot faster than he was currently going, and he could pretty much teleport but he didn't want to wake Louis, who was sleeping so peacefully in his arms.
He flew and flew until he practically fell out of the air, dropping nearly a hundred feet until he managed to right himself and land near a known bunker. He hurried to the door and pounded on it, hoping someone was inside to let him in.
After a few moments he nearly gave up, but then the door opened and the familiar face ushered him inside.
"What the hell happened man, why are you holding a dude wearing only a towel?" the girls asks and Harry shakes his head, moving to place Louis down on a couch and laying his bags down before rejoining the girl.
"He is being chased, i am unsure who is behind it, but Aladrid attacked me, he and Kerrain, and i had to kill them."
Aladrin represented a minor god in Egyptian mythology, Seker, the god of falcons. He possessed wings that, in relation to his deity, made sense. They were that of a falcon.
Kerrain, on the other hand represented a Chinese goddess, Matsu, the goddess of the sea. His wings were broad and blue, seeming to shift and flow with the tides, almost liquid.
"Wow, are you both okay?" She asks and Harry nods
"Yeah, were fine but we need to stay here a while, where he will be totally safe." He informs her and she nods
"Anything you need, just ask," she says, turning the lock on the door.
Harry closes his eyes and lets his grace heal his wounds.
"You might want to preen those, though, they don't look too good." She says pointing to the wings harry didn't realize were still out.
"They are not of importance right now" harry says gruffly, and with a flutter the wings disappear.
"You have to take care of yourself too harry, you can't sacrifice yourself to save one person." She says
Harry ignores her, reaching down to touch Louis, healing a fractured wrist and a bruised tailbone.
He got some clothes from louis bag and began to dress him, then he covered him in a blanket.
Thats when he noticed the case next to Louis bag. He frowned and moved to it, turning it so it lay flat on the floor. He flicked the latches back and gasped at what was inside.
A small curvy insturment lay inside, laying on a green crushed velvet bed. Its strings curved up over an arch and a bow lay beside it.
A violin.
Harry had always found this instrument intriguing, the sound it could make was both beautiful and utterly devastating all at the same time. It was airy and mellow and portrayed such deep emotion, harry wondered why he had never seen Louis with it before.
He picked it up and tured it over, noticing how the edge was etched with a beautiful flowery design, reading an etching in the back of the vintage wood.
To Louis, with love from Mum
I hope you get the same joy out of it as I once did
Harry frowns sadly and places the incredible instrument back in its case in fear of Louis becoming angry at him for invading his privacy.
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Harry, for good measure, puts his hands on louis chest, and the human groans out, despite how harry dulled the pain, and etched sigils into Louis bones, so that he himself was protected from discovery by other Angels. Desipite the pain, he slept on, and harry turned away, feeling better with this small factor now in play to protect the human he loved.
He turns back to the girl, a hunter named Ophelia, who was waiting near the door, and together they walked down the hall towards the kitchen, beacuse in reality, harry had a whole lot of explaining to do.
