Awakening the Horsemen **COMPLETED** *EDITING* 1-12 Edited

Coming Home

**One Month Later**

"Warren, the angels are here." Finn said through the closed door.

Warren sat up in his bed and rubbed his tired eyes. Sleep was a rare thing for him in the last month since Rosaline had been gone. He tried to keep himself preoccupied looking for Draven's second seal breaker, but his nights were left open for his mind to wonder back to her.

"I'll be out in a minute!" He called as he headed into the bathroom.

He flipped the light on and braced his hands on either side of the sink. Looking in the mirror he barely recognized himself. Unkempt beard, outgrown hair that was disheveled from tossing and turning all night, and tired, blood shot eyes. He sighed and started running the water, hoping against hope that they'd brought Rosaline with them this time. He splashed his face with cold water and then headed out to the living room.

Ariel, Michael, and Uriel were standing in the room, they'd finally learned not to bring Gabriel after the last time. Warren and him had come to blows when Gabriel had made a smart remark about Rosaline and Warren had thrown it in his face that she'd been with him on an intimate level.

"What have you got for us?" Michael asked as Warren sat on the couch.

"Nothing new. We aren't sure where to look, Draven isn't much help either. He won't tell us any other people he has contact with besides us."

"I don't have contact with anyone other than the people in this room. Females who I've had one night stands with aren't important."

"You expect me to believe that when you disappear randomly, without telling us you are leaving you aren't meeting someone?"

Draven glared at Warren, "What I do privately isn't your concern."

Out of the corner of his eye Warren saw Ariel shift around nervously and drop her gaze to the floor after stealing a glance at Draven. Something was up with those two.

"Fine," he looked at Michael, "We have nothing."

"Neither does Rosaline. She's looked everywhere she can think of. Is there anything in your father's old village that might be something of worth to either of you?"

Alessia's face dropped at the mention of their father and Draven stood up straighter.

"No. There is nothing there that either of us care about." Draven stepped closer to Alessia as if he was protecting her from the question.

"Well, then you will need to decide when you are ready to cooperate with us or I can have someone start following you." Michael said matter of factly.

Draven stared at Michael for some time before he stood up from the couch and walked out the front door.

"With that this meeting is over."

"Wait, I'd like to talk to Ariel." Warren lifted his hand in an attempt to stop them from leaving.

Michael looked at Ariel and she nodded. She followed Warren down the hall a little ways.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

"I need you to tell Rosaline to answer my summons."

She swallowed and looked away from him, "I can't do that. I'm sorry, she doesn't wish to see you. "

"Yeah, trust me I get that, but I need to talk to her. It's important."

"I'll try Warren, but she doesn't even have shifts to watch you anymore and anytime she watches the others and you end up with them she stops watching."