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Chapter XIX

At the picture above I have put a size compare between a male Norwegian Forest cat (Ghost's cat form) and a human, just so you guys realize how large those cats truly are - they are among some of the largest cat breeds you find in a home. They are awesome! :D

Dedicated to @tenhkirbelle

"Don't get eaten by some kind of weird ass monster." - Anastasia Waters

Chapter XIX

"What happened to the spider?" Ana asked.

I pointed towards the pile of ashes at my feet and her eyes widened – Alec still seemed to be trying to comprehend everything, too stunned to talk.

"You... burned it to ashes?"

"Uhm... yes. I guess I did."

"Magic sword," Alec finally spoke, staring at Glorious. "It really was a magical sword."

"Angel sword actually," I corrected him. Alec stared at me with a blank look before staring at the blade once more.

"Perhaps we should all sit down," Ana offered, pointing her finger at me. "You have some explanation to do."

.

Sheathing Glorious and putting the blade away in the sports bag, I turned towards my friends. The three of us stared at each other for a while, unmoving and unblinking, the silence so thick and tense it could be cut with a knife. Neither of us really knew where to start.

The silence finally becoming too much for me, I cleared my throat. "Where should I start?" I asked softly.

"Where did you get the angel sword?" Alec asked after a while, his curiosity getting the best of him. Of course he would ask about the weapon first.

"My grandmother gave it to me," I replied. "First it used to belong to Gabriel. The Archangel," I clarified, I saw Ana's eyes widen and held up my hand to silence her. "Gabriel gave it to my grandmother and told her to hand it over to me once I got older. That's what she told me at least."

"Why would an Archangel give you his sword?" Alec asked again.

"I don't know yet," I said. I had some ideas of course. Maybe it had something to do with my 'destiny' to save the world together with a fallen angel who tried to kill me. But I wasn't telling them that. Not yet at least. One step at a time, I reminded myself.

They seemed to buy it.

"Are you a hunter?" Ana blurted out. I locked my gaze with hers. "As in a real-life hunter. Just as in the show," she added, referring to Supernatural. I nodded my head. "How long?" She continued wide-eyed.

"Not too long after I met Mr. Mysterious," I replied, referring to the nickname Ana gave to Lucas.

"Demon?" Alec piped in, his voice squeaky.

"No," I answered, "he's a fallen angel."

"He calls himself Lucas," I added as an afterthought.

"Lucas?" Ana questioned, arching up one of her eyebrows.

"It's not his real name. He said so himself." I did not told them about the times Lucas tried to kill me, or hurt me in any way. I did not want them to worry about me. "He's most likely the Alpha of New York."

"First of his kind?" Alec tried, digging into the knowledge he gained from binge watching Supernatural all the time.

I chuckled slightly. "That's one of the things the show was off on," I replied. "Alpha does not mean 'first of his-her kind', not necessarily at least. It's a title that goes to the most powerful being of a large city, or even entire states or continents." I explained. "My grandfather is convinced that Lucas is the Alpha of America, as in the entire continent. We don't know for sure though. We don't know all that much about him."