The Hamilteam Hosts a Wedding

Seriously, Guys. Rats Suck.

Elijah and I walked along the dark streets of Detroit, no longer hand holding hands in case we had a surprise battle, which I was hoping wouldn't happen. It was strange, I had faced Hades, Lucifer, and Chloe when she was angry, which meant I shouldn't be afraid of a shady part of a city, but I was still on edge.

"Wonder how many rats are around us..." I couldn't help but mutter.

"I won't let any of them get near you." Elijah looked down a corner. "Which way do you think we should go?"

I looked at the crossroads we had encountered. We could go left, which looked dark, ominous and might lead us nowhere. Or, we could go right, which also looked dark, ominous, and might lead us nowhere.

"I have a better idea." I smiled as I flexed my wings. "Hop on my back."

"Uh.. what?"

"Climb on my back, but don't touch the wings."

"Um.. okay..."

He climbed on, awkwardly. "Ah! Your knee is in my spine!" I winced.

"Crap, sorry-"

Finally he settled himself. "Comfy?" I asked.

"I'm on the back of a person who's smaller than me, and her wings are really big so I'm in a little ball."

"Are you at least going to stay on and not fall down multiple feet?" I asked. Might as well get a human saddle or something, Lydia liked to sit on my back as a flew a few feet above the ground.

"Probably?"

I shrugged. "Good enough." Flapping my wings, I flew into the starry sky.

This was so much better! I could see everything clearer, and the stars were beautiful. Best of all, no rats.

I looked behind me, to see my boyfriend had grown incredibly still and incredibly pale.

Oh yeah... he was afraid of heights.

"E, stay with me."

"What?"

I flew a bit lower. "Don't look down if you can't."

He did anyway. "It's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, just keep flying."

We looked all over, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Use your hat, maybe our friends found something." I offered.

"Okay. Um, I haven't done this before. How do I..." He shoved his hat into his face. It looked a bit ridiculous, to be honest, but it would have for anybody. I giggled.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing, nothing. Just do the thing."

"Hello?" Elijah spoke into the hat. It sounded muffled, because his face was smushed against it. Hopefully it didn't sound that way to the others. My bracelet buzzed- which meant it was working.

"Dude!" Harry's voice could be heard.

"Oh hey there Craig. Any progress?" Elijah asked.

"No- we're fighting- LUCAS DON'T TOUCH THAT- demons-"

I looked at Elijah. Demons? That couldn't be good. "Need any backup?" I spoke into my bracelet.

"No- just save Sofa and- BABE! Gotta go."

He hung up.

Elijah and I looked at each other. We had made contact with Lucas, Harry and Chloe, we could hear them all. We never heard Mary and Sherlock. Not only that, but there were demons after our friends as well. They could handle some demons, but it sounded like these were tougher ones.

"Maybe we didn't use them correctly, that's why we couldn't hear Mary or Sherlock's end of the conversation.

I nodded, but something in my gut told me that wasn't it.

We flew in worried silence for a few minutes, then Elijah poked my back. "Anji, is that building glowing?"

I looked down. So it was.

"Investigation time." I flew onto the roof. "How do we get in?"

He pointed to the air vent, and lifted the lid. "You go first, and be careful."

I went, and he soon followed.

"You HURT HER, Michael!" Came a voice. We froze. Making eye contact with Elijah, I put a finger to my lips and we nodded, shimmying farther into the vent. Suddenly, the vent sloped downwards, like a slide, and I began to tumble forward, and not in the quietest fashion, either. Before I fell out of the vent, I stopped myself. From the look of it, there were two floors. If we landed, we'd be on the second one, so we may not be seen. Before I could figure anything else out, Elijah came thundering down, clattering louder than a bag of chains. He landed on top of me, and we fell to the floor with a less graceful thud than I had pictured in my head. 

Micheal stopped saying whatever he had been saying and looked upwards. Quickly, we ducked down.

"I thought I killed all the rats here.." He muttered as he walked closer. Rats? Was that a metaphorical term, referring to us? Or did he mean actual rats?

"You can worry about those damned rodents later, Micheal. Fix my fiancé."

I heard Micheal walk farther away from us, and I thanked Gabe silently. Then I remembered he could read minds. Did he know we were here?

"Yes." Gabe's voice came from down below.

I released a tiny gasp.

"What, Gabriel?" Micheal asked. Slowly, Elijah and I raised our heads and looked down, my eyes following Micheal's tentative pacing.

"Nothing." Gabe answered.

Suddenly,  my eyes flew to Sophia, and I felt myself grab onto Elijah for support.  She was bloody, and bruised, and her eyes were shut.