Caeli et Inferni (ON HOLD)

2-Chrisitina

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-Ace

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Talking to the police had been a long and tedious process. I sighed with relief as I unlocked my apartment door. The police had reasoned that it had been a bomb, and based on the damage, a very small one. They reckoned that whoever had pulled me out of class, was a delusional citizen. Strange thing was that no one, not the people on my class or even Professor Adams, could remember what the mad “bomber” had looked like. Except me.

            I remembered every detail. His blond hair and brown-green eyes. His slight built, but most of all, the feel of his body against mine, even if it was assault. Of course I hadn’t told the police about that. Something was holding me back. I’d simply said that I had run out of the empty classroom he had pulled me in when I didn’t recognize him as a teacher or one of the other students. I’d let them draw their own conclusions about the “bomb”. The “bomber” had supposedly escaped after he set it. I knew better though.

            Whatever had happened, I knew I was the cause of it. One moment, I felt the pressure, the next; I was seeing things with a strange new clarity. I could feel the energy humming in the lights, outlined in strange neon yellow light, and I could sense more then see, the earth beneath the tiles, outlined with green. And the blond. I could feel the life and blood pulsing through him, with a strange bluish glow that I knew for some reason just couldn’t be human.

            I threw my bag onto the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch. Grabbing the remote, I flicked on the TV, pushing all thoughts of explosions, light, and blonds, especially blonds, out of my head as I settled onto the leather couch. I loved my apartment.

It was small, consisting only of a short hallway, living room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, but it was cozy. Using the money I had from pet sitting and from working in the coffee shop downstairs, I’d outfitted the living room to suit my modern taste. Comfortable leather furniture surrounded a sturdy oak coffee table, in front of a large flat screen, next to a bookshelf, where my books and movies lived, along with several pictures of my aunt and uncle from my graduation. I could look out from my terrace at the sprawling city of Phoenix below.

            The kitchen was small, modern, and workable. Small bathroom and reasonable sized bedroom. There wasn’t much special about my room. Low bed, desk with laptop, closet stuffed with clothes, bedside table, and trunk at the foot of the bed. The trunk too had been a present from my aunt and uncle before they had left. It was barely full. Old photo album, some old knick knacks, and the most curious thing, an old box that had belonged to my mother. It was surprisingly light with a plain picture of an angel. The angel though, appeared to be in a fierce battle with some unholy  looking demon, attacking it with flaming knives.

            I channel surfed and absent mindedly rubbed the tattoo at the base of my wrist until I found my favorite show Supernatural. It was an amazing show and both the actors, damn they were sexy. Normally I was annoyed by reruns but with this show I could make an exception.

            This was the episode where Dean and Sam first found out about Castiel. As the drama of the episode unfolded, I lost myself in a world where weird creepy stuff happened every day and was considered perfectly normal.

            Tap tap. Tap tap. I awoke with a start. Tap tap. Someone at the door. I let out a sigh of relief, but for what I had no idea. I padded over to the door and peered through the peephole. Two men stood out there in long trench coats which struck me as odd. It was pretty warm out.

            I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. And had to stop my mouth from dropping, though it did anyways. They were the most gorgeous men I had ever seen, even hotter then the actors of Sam and Dean, which was saying something.

            One seemed to be a Latino. Tanned skin, dark flashing eyes and curly hair. The other a ginger, though his hair wasn’t as dark as mine. Pale green eyes stared out at me from under his mussed up hair. Both were looking at me somewhat expectantly.

            “Uh, um,” Get a grip and pull yourself together Christina. “Can I help you?” That wasn’t rude at all. I thought sarcastically. The Latino cleared his throat, but the other one spoke.

            “Ms. Guion, we’re with the Phoenix police,” He flashed a badge. “ May we come in?” His voice was soft, but with a faint edge of steel that was hard to ignore. I nodded and swallowed.

            “Uh yeah, sure.” I managed to choke out. Suddenly I felt a familiar pressure in the back of my head. Oh God not again. The pressure built, not so bad this time though, then stopped. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t just seeing things.

            Where the men had stood seconds before were faintly humanoid figures shaped from pulsing orange energy. Out of their eye sockets balls of golden light pulsed, and something large seemed to flare out from behind them. Then, the world snapped,, like a rubber band, back to normal, and I found the red head guy staring anxiously at me.

            “Miss, are you alright?” I gave my head a slight shake to clear it.

            “Fine, please come in.” My head was spinning again. It was just a hallucination, a daydream from watching too much Supernatural. I argued to myself, but as I stepped aside to let them in, I saw a look pass between the two, and it was one of those Significant looks.

            It wasn’t the normal “I can’t wait to get home look,” most of the cops had worn when they questioned me earlier, but more like a “You were right so don’t rub it in” look. I closed the door behind me, suddenly extremely nervous.

            “What’s this about? I already gave the police my statement.” I asked leaning up against the door, trying to appear relaxed, but really feeling as tight as a spring.

            “Just a few follow up questions Ms. Guion.” The red head spoke soothingly. “If you could come down to the station, we could get your full statement in writing.” My mouth was dry, as it normally was when I got a bad feeling, and this bad feeling was doubled.

            “Sure.” I replied trying to hide my panic. “I just have to grab something from my room.” I sidestepped them both and hurried to my room, heart pounding.

            “You sure its her Daniel?” The Latino asked in a low tone. Daniel took a side long glance t the man next to him.

            “You saw what I saw up at the college Ezekiel, and just now too. She can See. Now based on all that, you tell me she isn’t the one.” Ezekiel’s eyes narrowed.

            “She knows.” Daniel sighed.

            “If she does all the better, but I doubt she does.” Ezekiel opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off when he heard footsteps. Daniel turned, a reassuring smile spreading across his face. Ezekiel saw it freeze and turn into surprise.

            “No one move.” Christina growled. Ezekiel turned his head slightly and found himself face to face with Christina with a gun. “Or I swear to God things will get very messy.”