The Pact We Made

Angels On High

It had been three weeks since my mom had been gone. I had started to worry more and more. It wasn't like her to have left and not come back, or called. "Wolfram, we have to start looking," Gray said coming toward me. I looked from his face to the scene a few hundred yards away from us. Caroline had thrown the three expecting mothers a baby shower. Hope had consummated her bond and she had gotten pregnant. Josie was showing more and more with each passing day. "I know. I just don't want to leave her," I said lowly. I didn't want them to know what we were talking about. "I think I'm going to give the pack to Rafael and Hope. She has a birthright to it," I stated. He nodded. "Tala is my half-sister, you are my nephew. Whiet thinks we should start looking as well," Gray said dipping his head toward the guy walking toward us. "She's been gone too long and your father still hasn't woken up. Something isn't right," Whiet said frowning. Dameon had come to join us at the mentioning of my mother. I nodded. "Whiet, can you work from here? It would make it easier for us to leave knowing they are at least somewhat protected," I stated. He nodded. "Gray and I will do what we can. You do know where you are going to have to travel though don't you?" he asked. I sighed and glanced toward the sky. "I figured as much," I said. "Get on it then. The angel that blessed your mother should be willing to speak with you and Dameon. You'll have a connection to Earth through Josie and he will have one through his mother," Whiet instructed. "Let's get through this baby shower in one piece and then we'll leave. You know they'll kill us if we skip out," I said calmly. They agreed and we headed toward the girls like we were headed for war.

"Do you have to leave now?" Josie asked softly. She was staring at me with those unique colored eyes and pouty lips. She was absolutely stunning. Her belly was growing bigger and bigger by the day, as was the glow in her face and eyes. She was perfect in every way. "Yeah, but Gray and Whiet will be here, as well as your sister and mom. I won't be gone too long," I reassured her. She sighed. "If you must," she whispered. I could tell that she really didn't want me to go, but with my mother not having returned and my father still asleep, I had too. "Dameon is going with me," I said softly. She looked at me with concern in her eyes. "Wolfram, if we are gonna do this, it has to be now," Dameon said. Huge white wings with flecks of black hung from his shoulder blades. They matched his soul. Dameon was wild, not mean, the only reason Katherine had pitch black wings was because her soul was pure evil. I had come to learn that most half-breeds or descendants didn't possess full colored wings. My mother did, as did I. I looked at Josie and gave her a reassuring smile. She gave me a forced smile and I let my wings unfurl. I gave a nod to Dameon who took off first into the sky and then I left the ground like a bullet. I had no clue where to go, but for some reason my senses were leading me toward a specific part of the sky. It wasn't far from Mystic Falls and somehow I knew exactly what would be beneath me on the ground. We were far above the clouds, but as we passed through the last few wisps, I realized that we weren't journeying into outer space. The light had become brighter and a soft breeze blew. Not far away, I could hear singing and it was so beautiful. "Wolfram, what is that?" I heard Dameon asked as we slowed down our speed. Our wings were now letting us hover above what looked like a set of gates. "The pearly gates," I stated. They were really made of what looked like solid white light. A man stood in front of the gates, a book was placed in front of him with a pen on a small table. He sat on a stool and a long line of people were standing, waiting on something. "St. Pete is actually real," Dameon said. His eyes were huge. "Maybe we should ask for directions. He seems to know a lot about what is going on," Dameon said. I couldn't argue with him. He had a point and I felt the need not to make God mad. "Let's go," I said, letting Dameon lead the way down. As we landed, people turned to look at us and we quickly pulled our wings back. Mainly because we weren't sure if they were supposed to know that we were angels, or part angel. "St. Pete," an old man said. He was tired and worn and I knew by the callouses on his hands that he had lived a hard life. "Hello Mr. Drummer," St. Pete said with a small smile. He seemed pleased to see this old man. "Is she here?" the old man asked. I was confused. It stated in the bible with the vows a married couple made, 'til death do us part, that there would be no more marriage in heaven. St. Pete just smiled though. "When you enter, please take a sharp left and about a mile down she is waiting on you. Has been for almost thirty-six years," he stated. I saw tears well-up in the old man's eyes. But they weren't tears of sadness, they were tears of joy. Suddenly, as the old man started to enter through the gates I noticed that his limp gave way and his walk became stronger. His hunched back became straight and his white hair started to turn black. He was becoming younger. "St. Pete," Dameon said making his way to the man. St. Pete turned and looked at Dameon for a little while. Then his attention turned to me and I saw something flicker in his eyes before he sighed. "I knew you would come. They didn't think you would, but for her, anything would be done. Hang on," he stated. I saw him reach under his table and produce what looked like an old rotary style telephone. "Telephones in heaven?" Dameon asked turning towards me. I smiled. That somehow didn't surprise me. What surprised me, was the fact that just beyond the gates, you could catch a glimpse when it opened, a small dog or a horse would come into sight. St. Pete was talking on the phone in a language I wasn't familiar with, but somehow could understand.