Grace

The men of letters

I walked up to the door and knocked. After being let in i got started on my work. My cane clacked on the titles I smiled as saw the scratch on my cane. John was playing with it and had banged it on the coffee table making the scratch. I was furious with him at him but I couldn't stay mad at him. I heard the door open and slam as a few more men of letters walked in. Peter McDonald and Timothy Barton they have the blood lines of legacies. Peter was a head men of letters very respectable and one of the youngest. Timothy was a former hunter granted the right to be a men of letters he didn't wear formal where like peter and other men of letters. He got most of the supplies for spells and other things which most men of letters frowned upon getting their hands dirty. They were about my age and they were my best friends in the men of letters. The two men were very different from each other. Peter stood straight,proud,great posture,and he was well respected among the men. On the other hand Timothy slouched ,a few men of letters wasn't very happy about him being made a men of letters. Peter had ocean blue eyes and blonde hair,he had a handsome face,he was just and seeks knowledge in every thing,but that often leads to stubbornness. Timothy was tall with black hair and emerald green eyes that could pierce your soul,but he was gentle,kind and settled most of the fights that broke out in the place. Timothy had scars all over from the right eye,left scars from the top lip to the chin and four clawed things raked from the neck to the collar bone. I heard the clomp of Timothy's boots as he approached my desk,I perked up "what did you collect today"I asked. I slight smile slipped up on his scared mouth and presented me a jar. It was full of colorful feathers "whoa"I said "what are they". "They are angel feathers" he said "I collected them today there're still fresh". I opened the the jar letting one fall into my hand it was still warm. I looked at the beautiful colors brown,red, light pink, white,blue but the one i liked was the pure black feathers. "How did you get them"I asked curiously looking at the feathers. "You pour a ring of holy oil and lure the angel into the circle then you light the oil trapping them". "Then you ask the angel for some feathers and if they say no you dump water on the oil releasing them". Peter that I had no idea was behind me spoke up"wouldn't it be faster just to pluck them out?". Timothy's smile wavered "No ripping out feathers can severely injure them even to the point they couldn't fly anymore"he said quietly "I am a hunter I don't have to be a monster". "Ok whatever I am going back to work now",peter said backing away. Timothy sat at my desk he pulled out long pieces of leather string. He pulled out smaller rubber string he handed me a long piece of leather. "What are you doing?" I asked as he started to string some of the angel feathers with the rubber making loops and looping each loop together "Making a necklace"he answered. I rolled my eyes he was always making things carving,sketching,and making necklaces. "But aren't those for spells?","they won't get mad for a few missing feathers" he said. Once he was done with the rubber he tied the rubber loops in the leather letting the feathers dangle. He slipped the necklace on it had three feathers red,blue,and black. After work peter,Timothy,and I went out for something to eat.

I ran I ran blindly I didn't know what happened the waiters eyes turned black they I I don't know what happened. I ran for the men of letters but ran into something. It was Timothy he grabbed my shoulders "you ok"he asked all I could do was nod my head. Back in the we met up with peter he was bleeding badly. "P-peter what happening?"I asked. Peter cursed under his breathe I never thought he say something so uncouth "There after the last weapon",he breathed and start locking the bunker down. "Iam just new I don't how to hunt!",I said "now a whole pack of demons on are trail!". Timothy broke the end of a broom and twirled as they broke into the bunker. "Henry run!" Peter shouted over Timothy in a fight with the demons.
After getting rid of those filthy things peter is severely injured Timothy's scars are reopened and heavily bleeding from his sides. Peter laid gasping for air "Henry t-Timothy"he shutters trying to get to his feet,"Hang on we will get help"I started "no no"he said. He took out a key on a chain and put it in my hand "b-blood sigil blood sigil ffind my kin". "Peter you'll be there to do it your self please just"I whispered his eyes got this far of look "find my kin" he repeated"find my kin" he closed his eyes.
Timothy and I walked slowly back to my house after reporting the incident and peters death. Timothy breathed heavily and was exhausted,"Millie",I said as I saw john teetering down the stairs. "Oh my what happened!",Millie said. After Timothy got his wounds to stopped bleeding he sat awkwardly on the couch. John ran up to Timothy with his favorite book he timidly took the book from john. Even though he was tired he still read the book making each character have a unique voice. Listening to the book I have read a million times I close my eyes and fell asleep.

I stood in the room Timothy stood just a few feet in front of me I pulled out the ingredients peters blood,a black angel feather,tears of a dragon,and a pinch of the sands of time. Timothy had taught me how to draw the blood sigil and before I started drawing the sigil I looked back at Timothy. "If something ever happens to me I want you to take care of Millie and John for me"I said,he nodded "I will"he said "I promise". I drew the sigil on the ground and said the word "cnilapvgo",it started to glow. I opened my eyes I was in a different place in a house with a crib in front of me. Inside the crib was a little girl about two or three years old. She gurgled happily as she saw me hold her hands up. I took the key off from around my neck and placed it a round hers she fell back down clapping her hands together. I waited a while before retracting it to go back to my time.