Nephilim

27

Ryder's P.O.V.- Present Day

I walk back in from the hallway, my parents following behind me as they examine the drawing of the killer. It was definitely who they thought it was. I walk in to find Lisa and her guy friend talking to Mason, Kirstin and my uncles nowhere to be seen. Rose and the three guys she took with her were right behind us, "I was kind of expecting an explosion. That is the only thing that could make this matter worse."

"Does the spell being broken and blasting me back count for anything? It resembled an explosion." I shoot Kirstin an unimpressed look. It quickly morphs into concern as I notice the blood on her face.

"Your nose is still bleeding. I figured that would heal up by now." I step forward, moving to touch her cheek. She gives me a death glare as I touch her face slightly like she was delicate.

"I just felt Max die as though I was the one dying and overused my powers in one fell swoop. Connecting to dead people's brains is draining, plus all the other stuff I've been doing this week. My nose bleeding is probably the best outcome of that situation."

"What's the worse?" I question letting my hand drop. She shrugs moving to grab a box from the coffee table plopping onto one of the couches.

"Well, for most magical beings, power overuse can lead to comas. Your body begins drawing power from your life force instead of your power itself. It's painful, and most warlocks that do it often don't wake up." Magnus interrupts, "You opening that box probably didn't help matters."

"Oh, Bah humbug! I'm fine, the impromptu nap was enough. Let's open this box, see what Max was willing to die for." Rose moves over to Kirstin's side as the teenager speaks, sitting in the seat next to her. Lisa was watching her every movement, eyes not angry, but focused.

I come to stand on Kirstin's other side, perching on the edge of the armrest on her side of the couch. A perfect vantage point to read over her shoulder. She slowly opens the medium sized box to reveal knick knack and what looked like files. Rose's voice is harsh as she speaks, picking up a lock of hair that was in there, "He died for these? He protected these with his life? Why the hell would he do that?"

Kirstin grabs the hair, ignoring her question, so I answer for her, "A lot of things can be done to people using their DNA. tracking, voodoo, and many other types of spells. He wasn't protecting the hair, he was protecting the owner of the hair."

"Owners," Kirstin mumbles, pulling out two more. Both of these were blonde, but different colors. The first one had a red tint to it, like mine. It can't be mine.

"Okay, but why? What would the killer want with the people he was protecting?" Mason asks, sitting in between his mom and Kirstin, slightly running a set of the locks he picks up over Kirstin's arm.

She pulls a few more items out, which seem almost random, before pulling out three nearly overflowing files. My eyebrows furrow as I lean over and grab a photo flipping it so I see the actual picture. It was a Polaroid of a young girl, maybe seventeen, smiling and leaning against what looks like the Impala. This is getting too creepy to be a coincidence, one most hit and I'm telling everyone- Kirstin's voice rings out loudly, busting through my thought process, "Holy shit." The file she opened had multiple pictures of her, her criminal record, some results of tests that were run on her DNA, and multiple CDs and flash drives. Another page lists her known powers, and known relatives, and correlating them with other magical artifacts throughout history. She moves to open the others. One was of Jack and the other was of me.

"How the hell did he get all this? I mean getting even a quarter of this information would take at least a year to get without some type of connection to people high up in doctor's fields, science fields, and a police officer. And some of these tests are... extensive, nearly too extensive to be done without reason and prior knowledge from the test subjects." Alec speaks in a slightly upset, slightly intrigued voice as he examines the files.

"Doctors..." I begin.

"He was friends with Alex, she works at a hospital. So does Catarina Loss, and she would be closer." Kirstin answers.

"... Scientists..."

"Half of the people in New York could be scientists, but the only one that would've had enough of our DNA to test like this would be Bruce."

"...and the police officer." I look over at Rose as I speak.

"I gave him the criminal records, but nothing else. He said he was helping you with a case and needed to be prepared." Kirstin sighs resting her head in her hands for a moment before standing up, closing all of the files. She turns dropping mine into my mother's hands, glancing up at Magnus.

"You two should go talk to Catarina in the morning. Show her the file, tell her there is two more. You can give her my name if need be, but try to keep Jack out of it." She turns dropping Jack's file in Dean's waiting hands.

"I'll try to get ahold of Donna and Jody, find a place where we can meet up, tell her to bring Claire and Alex. Need to get the angel sword from Claire anyway." Kirstin laughs.

"Yeah, tell Barbie I said Hi. Take Jace with you, extra backup. Definitely Jack too."

"She's gonna be pissed when she finds out you called her that. Probably impress that you ditched us." Dean says, opening the file.

"Twice," Sam adds, easily looking over his brother's shoulder.

She rolls her eyes, keeping her file close to her chest, "I'm gonna talk to Bruce. See if he gave these to Max or if someone else did. Mase is apparently coming too."

"Me too," I add my voice firm, no room for any arguments. Kirstin rolls her eyes again, though the fond smile gave her away. She turns to Rose.

"I guess that leaves me as a chaperone," Alec says quietly, his voice blank.

"Can I get, like, two favors? Maybe three. The first one needs to be used right this second. No getting angry." Rose eyes her carefully, her response lacking any emotion.

"No promises."

"Well, okay. Probably the best I'll get. I need your help with some Shadow Kissed research, Mason brought me back and our bond is different from the way you and Lisa described yours. I was also hoping you'd put an APB out on this guy. And another guy, I guess." She looks over at my parents as she speaks.

"They're the same person, Kirstin. Why do you think everybody is so much tenser than before?" I add, rubbing my eyes slightly. God, I haven't slept in two weeks. How does Kirstin last for a month?

"Anyway, I don't care what your friends do. I mean like, help or don't help. Fall off a bridge or don't. Actually, just don't. I feel like that would hurt and would require a lot of paperwork for the police and Royal Court." I snort slightly, placing my hand on her back and lightly pushing her toward the door, "Oh, I guess I'm leaving now. Bye, Bitches."