Guardian

Chapter Fifteen

Tuesday came rather slowly, though I was thankful for that. The long weekend had given me time to get to know Tiberius as a person, given us the chance to talk and for me to learn about the supernatural world.
To say that it took some getting used to would be an understatement, and I'm still not used to the thought now. Questions always popped up in my head about the world that I knew so little about. Fairies and Werewolves got along rather well according to Tiberius, while the Vampires and Werewolves didn't. Ghosts tended to keep to themselves, though they have been known to appear during wars to aid their preferred side.
Tiberius told me a story about a ghost that singlehandedly faught against an army of Romans, way back in the Ancient Rome times. A Greek soldier that had died in battle, but had risen from his grave and brought with him an army of ghosts that won the battle for the Greeks.

There was so much history that I hadn't learned about, it was fascinating to hear the stories. Tiberius seemed to have no qualms against telling me the stories, teaching me about the history that I had never heard before, though he seemed deadset on making sure that I was in bed on time, in time to go to school in the morning.

Another thing that kept ringing through my head, were the murders that Peter was investigating. There had been another way early yesterday morning, all the prints wiped clean off of anything they had touched, nothing left for the police to track to murderer down with. The body belonged to a middle aged woman that I didn't know very well. We lived in a big city, with a lot of people, you can't expect anyone to know everyone. It was unfortunate, that I could say for sure, and as the policeman's daughter, i had offered her family my condolences, though it hadn't meant much to them.
The murderer hadn't left anything behind, just like the murder before this, besides a single bag of crisps, though it held no fingerprints. Peter had come to the conclusion that the murderer was taunting the police, leaving little things that meant absolutely nothing, just to leave the police wondering if it meant something.

I am almost sure that it meant something, though I don't know what it was supposed to mean. I hadn't had much time to think about it, last night I had to scramble around to do my homework, which I had forgotten to do all the other nights. This left me exhausted this morning, despite the fact that Tiberius had helped me all he could.

Another thing, I hadn't heard anything from Paige or my mother about what happened with Malcolm. Paige hadn't been home all weekend, Toby, Greg and I had speculated that she'd gone to stay with Malcolm in order to take care of him. Mom wasn't home much anyway, having a new case that she had to study before the first court date didn't give her much time to spend scolding her daughter.
I can't say that I'm not glad for their absence, though it was only prolonging the inevitable, I was glad to have time to think about what I would say to them when the subject did get brought up.
Toby and Greg knew what happened, at least, they believed me when I told them, and not what Malcolm had said. They knew me, their little sister, doesn't particularly like violence, I was very a fan of it growing up. I dodnt see it very often, kids on the playground would hit each other sure, but growing up with a policeman for a Dad, I always heard stories, or secondhand stories, about violent things that happened and I never liked it. Given the choice, I would much rather solve things with logic and reasoning, than with violence.
Which is why what happened that night is so out of character for me, and why Greg and Toby hadn't believed Malcolm when he'd come running downstairs.

Many times over yesterday, I heard from Toby, Greg and Tiberius, that I needed to tell someone what happened, that Malcolm couldn't be allowed to go around unscathed for something so terrible. And many times yesterday, I considered it. Had Peter or Mom been home, I might have said something. But their absence made me stay silent.

When the sun came up this morning, it reflected off the frost on the ground, giving the whole world a silvery look to it. I was used to these enchanted looking mornings, but people from out of town seemed to find them beautiful.
Tiberius was by my side when I woke up, asleep as I always found him. I don't know whether or not Angels need sleep, but Tiberius seemed to enjoy it a lot. I didn't struggle too much with getting out of his arms, though it took a little more wiggling around than I would have liked it to. I didn't shower last night, not finding the time between homework to do so, so I got up a little earlier this morning to allow time for that.