Demons don't exist, do they?
That was the only thought that was present in Mikaela's mind after her conversation with Damien. As she sat in her last class for the day, with her eyes glued to the clock, she was barely paying attention to what Mrs. Palmer had to say about Plato or Aristotle or whomever she was babbling about.
Something told Mikaela to look out window, and when she did she almost screamed in horror as she saw a huge shiny, black snake with deep red eyes staring at her from outside the window. It flicked its forked tongue at her as if she tickled its fancy.
Mikaela's bottom lip quivered with fear, her eyes planted firmly on the snake that still appeared to be sizing her up.
"Miss Glass!" Mrs. Palmer's voice cut through Mikaela's mind and she quickly turned her attention to her teacher. "Am I boring you?" She asked nonchalantly.
"No," Mikaela shook her head, "it's just that..." She stared back at the window and the snake was still there. She couldn't formulate a proper sentence.
A few of the students followed Mikaela's gaze along with Mrs. Palmer but the look on their faces showed that they didn't see the snake.
"It's just nothing." Mikaela shook her head, prying her eyes away from the snake that was still seductively flicking its tongue at her. "I'm sorry."
"Very well." Mrs. Palmer nodded and continued talking about Rene Descartes or somebody.
Mikaela couldn't help it, so she stole one quick glance at the window but the snake that only she could see was gone but she did, however, caught sight of something else.
Right before it disappeared around the corner of the school yard, Mikaela saw a few strands of fiery red hair, it was as red as the snake's eyes.
It was 4:11 pm when Mikaela walked through the doors of Siren Cove Cafe. The sounds of an old jazz song flowed through the overhead speakers. She took a seat on one of the chairs facing the front door.
"Anything I can get for ya to drink, sweetie?" A brunette waitress with a little too much lipstick smiled down at Mikaela while she handed her a menu.
"Hi." Mikaela cleared her throat and took the menu from the waitress' hand, "Just a glass of water."
The Waitress smiled and walked away.
Mikaela scanned the menu and nervously tapped the table with the fingers of her free hand.
Mikaela checked her phone, it was almost 4:15. Would've been smart to exchange numbers, Mikaela mentally cussed herself.
"Here ya go, sweeite." The waitress handed Mikaela a glass of water, "Ready to order?" She asked with a smile on her overly painted red lips as she pulled out a pen and yellow notepad from her apron.
Mikaela scanned the menu one last time, "Just a chicken sandwich." She decided.
"Super." The waitress smiled, took the menu from Mikaela and when to her other tables.
4:20 and Mikaela was getting worried that Damien wasn't going to show. She was about to signal the waitress over and ask to have her order boxed when she saw Damien stepping in the cafe. She opened her mouth to make it known how upset she was for waiting so long but stopped herself when she noticed a bruise on under Damien's right eye.
"It's not as bad as it looks." Damien winked his bruised eye.
"What...What happened?" Mikaela stuttered.
"Don't think you would be able to handle it." Damien winked with a wry smile.
"Damien, it looks bad." Mikaela reached over and gently ran her hand along Damien's bruise.
Damien slightly winced. "It's not that bad." He shrugged.
"Here ya go, Sweetie." The brunette waitress placed the chicken sandwich in front of Mikaela.
"Anything for you, Cutie?" She smiled at Damien.
Mikaela noticed and a bit of jealousy pinched at her.
"I'm good." Damien smirked as he caught Mikaela's jealousy.
The waitress smiled and walked away.
"What do you want to know about demons?" Damien casually blurted, causing Mikaela to almost choke on her sandwich. "Sorry." He apologized.
"Are you...?" Mikaela dared not say the word.
"Look at the bruise."
"Why are you avoiding the question?"
"Just look." Damien pointed to the bruise under his right eye.
Mikaela stared, disinterested, however her mouth dropped as she saw the ghastly bruise quickly healing to the point where not even a mark was left.
Damien touched the spot where the bruise was and smiled at Mikaela, "Does that answer your question."
Mikaela slowly pushed herself a few inches away from Damien, "What was that?" Her lips quivered.
"That is what I am, Mikaela." Damien kept his voice low. "The answer to your question is yes, I'm a demon."
Mikaela felt queasy, she felt as if she was about to regurgitate everything that was in her stomach. "No." She shook her head, "This isn't possible. Demons do not exist."
"We do." Damien reached out for Mikaela's hand but she quickly pulled away.
"Don't touch me!" She snapped.
Damien didn't flinch, "I thought you said you could handle it."
"That was before."
"Before what?" Damien asked.
"Nothing. Your sister and brother?" her brown eyes filled with fear.
Damien slowly nodded, "They're demons too."
"Wait," Mikaela spoke up as a new though entered her head. "The other day, you sister called me a nephilim. Why?"
Damien remained silent.
"Damien!" She pressed.
"I don't think it's my place to say."
"Say what?" She continued pushing.
"Mikaela, I think you already know."
"I want you to say it." Her shook with fear.
"Do it!" She yelled.
"You're a nephilim. An angel, in the simplest terms." His voice was just above a whisper.
Mikaela's eyes widened. Even though she was expecting it, hearing Damien tell her what she was made everything even more confusing.
"Are you happy now?"
"I gotta go." Mikaela bolted off the chair and dashed out the door.
"Mikaela!" Damien called out. "Damn." He pulled out his wallet and left a $20 on the table for Mikaela's lunch and ran out the door. "Mikaela!" He yelled out to her but she was already gone.