The Covenant

Chapter 3

"Sometimes we have to remind ourselves to find something beautiful in the ordinary." ~ Anonymous

Chapter 3

The moon casts an eerie glow on the street where a young man is in pursuit of another, much older man. The young man is tall and thin, while the older man is short and fat.. They are only silhouettes in the dark. "Please, your highness!" The older man whimpers, cowering away from the younger man.

"Who sent you?" The young man growls, grabbing the man by the coat collar.

"T-The angel your highness."

There was the sound of bare feet padding behind my laptop on the wooden floor, I sit on a bean bag in the corner, my laptop resting on my crossed legs. I glance up to see Lucca, wearing torn jeans, a grey jumper and sporting a towel around his neck. Water dropping randomly from the ends of his hair. He watches me for a moment before pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket.

I look back at my laptop screen at the eassy I'm writing. Stressed was not the word used to describe how I was feeling right now. I was even beyond the crying stage now. I'm big on perfection when it comes to my class work, I always aim for an A, I try to get as far as I can, but it just wasn't working.

Lucca then sets a little origami cat on my keyboard right between my hands. I give him a small smile. After a moment or two Lucca pulls my laptop off my lap. I start to protest, but the look he gives silences me. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes narrowing.

There’s two loud knocks at the door. He takes my arm and pushes a hidden door aside, and directs us both into the small space. There actually wasn’t a gap between me and Lucca. My arm was pressed against his chest, his hand gripping my shoulder, as if he is holding me in place. “Lucca...” I whisper.

“Sh!” He snaps back. Why is he hiding? There’s suddenly a large crash in the hall, accompanied by the sound of male voices grumbling and shuffling feet.

“I told you it was doubtful the girl and that demonic scum would be here.” A man growls, “Unless you want to track them by smell.”

There’s the sound of paper being moved and searched through. “Wish we knew why he wants the girl, she’s just human." Another voice states, close to where we are hiding.

“She lived and conspires with Lucifer’s son. I imagine that’s why.” The second man hums in agreement. They shuffle towards the door, which is then followed by the sound of them walking down the metal stairs. Lucca’s sharp, spicy scent fills my nose.

“Why are you in here?” I hiss, glaring at Lucca.

“They’re angels… Well fallen angels.” He answers, in a quiet voice. “They were after you, if I was here they’d have searched the place from ceiling to floor, ripped the walls apart, while containing me.” I nod, understanding only a little.

“But if they are fallen aren’t they demonic?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “They’re gone now.” He pushes the door open, so that we could see the room. The door has literally been broke off its hinges and leaning against the opposite wall. Some of our lighter stuff had been moved and my printed coursework was scattered across the floor. "Clearly, they just wanted us."

Later that day, I find myself in the presence of one of my oldest best friend's, Tyler. He was tall, not as tall as Lucca. He has mousy brown hair that he has styled into a short quiff. He has chocolate brown, puppy dog eyes which he uses to melt people’s hearts, mine included. I had promised to meet him today, but the events of this morning are racing through my head. Did the Angel send them? Why does he want me? I bite my lips as I wonder.