Nephilim (4 page)

“I’ll ask your Father, I’ll ask him to make me a Vampire, to make me immortal” Travis said, looking at Ada with hope on his face.

Ada shook her head.

“Travis you don’t want that. You don’t want a life of having to drink blood, a life that never ends and a life where you can no longer eat the food you love, a life where the sunlight can kill you” Ada said frowning.

Travis frowned at her as he abruptly stood.

“I’ve got to go, I do love you Ada” he said as he left her house, slamming the door behind him.

Ada stood and looked out the window watching him hurry down her driveway just as Kade began to walk towards her door. Kade took his hand and tried to stop Travis, but he continued to brush past her Father and down the road with his hands shoved in his jean’s pockets.  Ada opened the door to Kade who looked as confused as she was.

“What was that all about?” he asked.

Ada shook her head and ran her hand through her hair.

“It’s a long story. Thanks for coming over, he was acting really out of character. I think it’s sorted for now” she said as they walked into her house.

Kade followed Ada into the kitchen as she flicked the kettle on to make herself a cup of tea, her mind reeling over Travis’s confession. She could feel his love, she could feel his pain at her rejection and as much as she tried to shake it off she couldn’t help but feeling the stirring of her own heart reaching out to him.

“Have you spoken with the Aje Authority?” Ada asked absently, her mind still on Travis and his strange behaviour.

“Yes, I had a meeting with them just before I came here. Apparently Abaddon escaped with the help of someone, possibly in the Authority over eight weeks ago” Kade spoke.

Ada shook her head, as she poured the steaming water into her cup and took a spoon from the drawer.

“Eight weeks ago? Why the hell didn’t someone say anything?” she said.

Kade shrugged his shoulders when she turned and sipped at the steaming tea, feeling it warm her to the core.

“I don’t know. They don’t know who let him out, but the Authority is in disarray, which is worrying enough, but now with Abaddon threatening war, this makes it worse.” Kade said running his hand through his dark hair.

Ada agreed; they didn’t know who they could trust in the Authority, they obviously had a rat in the ranks, but who, it could have been anyone.

“There aren’t any Demon’s in the authority is there?” she asked.

“No, not that we know of, I’m about to head into the office and go through all the personnel files to try and get some insight to who it could be. But off the top of my head I really can’t tell” Kade shook his head and ran a hand over his face. “This is going to be a trying time, it’s going to be hard, we don’t know who to trust Ada and I need you to be careful, I need to you to be guarded at all times. Your Mother is going to be busy with the Authority and you are the future Queen of Witches, we need you”

Ada stepped forward and wrapped her free arm around Kade’s waist giving him a squeeze.

“I promise I will be careful. I have the protection spell over the house that Mum put over and one over me, plus I have the amulet”

Kade nodded and kissed Ada on the top of the head, before leaving for the door. He looked like he wanted to say more as he opened the front door, but changed his mind, she wondered if it had anything to do with Abaddon and her Mother seeming to know each other more. Ada couldn’t settle her mind. She couldn’t help but feel that there was something really bad about to go down. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but it made her nervous. Ada looked around her house and sighed.

“Well standing here feeling anxious isn’t going to fix anything” she sighed as she started to wash dishes.

Chapter Four

“Arms wide open, I stand alone. I’m no hero and I’m not made of stone. Right or wrong, I can hardly tell. I’m on the wrong side of heaven and the righteous side of hell.” Five Finger Death Punch.

Ada looked around her home that was now sparkling; the afternoon light was high in the sky and flooding through her windows. She hadn’t meant to spend all day cleaning, but she couldn’t shake off the anxiety. Not only had Travis been acting out of character for a healed human, but something just didn’t feel right. Like on queue her phone buzzed, causing her to jump with a small squeal. Ada went to the kitchen counter where she had left her phone, banging her knee on the stool, she swore under her breath and reached for the phone just as it stopped ringing. She looked at the number, but didn’t recognise it.

Ada reached out her feelers to attempt to ascertain who the number belonged to, but it wasn’t anyone she knew. She frowned but just assumed that it was a wrong number and didn’t think any more about it. Ada giggled as her stomach let out a large growl.

“I guess I’m hungry” she said opening the fridge to see what she could make for dinner, looking at the vast emptiness within, she decided that she had best go and do some groceries.

Ada grabbed her keys and headed to where her car was parked. As she reached it, she could see the small wedge of paper that was tucked under her window wiper.  She opened it up, looking around to see if she could see who had left the note. There was no one obvious, she couldn’t sense Frankie anymore and assumed that he must have gone home. Ada frowned as she read the note, feeling a sense of dread wash over her. Ada dropped the note on the ground as the silent scream fell from her lips. Ada was frozen; she didn’t know what to do. With shaking hands she picked the note up from the ground where it lay, going over the words again.

‘Ada, your Mother is in safe hands my love, time to come find her. If you dare to. But first you best tell your Father, my nephew, that his wife is her rightful place and will make a beautiful addition to my family. You’re Angel, Abaddon’

Ada shook her head, croaking out a cry, as tears began to flow down her cheeks. Why would he take her? She asked herself. What purpose could she have for him? And what the hell did he mean she is in the place where she belongs? Ada had to get to her Father; she had to let him know.

His bond was obviously strong with her Mother and the chances were that he already knew, but Ada needed her Dad. She needed his protection; he needed to reassure her that they would find her Mother. That Merza would come home, alive, safe and well. Ada shoved the note in her jeans pocket and swung the door of her car open, revving the engine and speeding out of her driveway.

She didn’t notice the man watching her; she didn’t notice the smile that covered his face, the joy he took in causing chaos. If she had noticed him, she would have seen the resemblance to Abaddon, she would have seen that there standing watching her was the secret Nephilim. She would have seen the secret son of Abaddon, the son that was never known to exist. The man who threatened to destroy all of humanity for the love of his Father.

Ada pulled into her Father’s driveway at break neck speed and saw the crowd of Paranaturals that were assembled at the property, walking in and out.  She noticed that many of them were with the Aje Authority. And the realisation struck her that her Mother’s kidnapping had already been reported. As she pushed through the throngs of people, she called out to her Father. Ada found him sitting in his darkened office, his head in his hands. Ada could feel his anguish and pain, she could feel his fear but they weren’t the emotions that scared her, what scared her was the immense anger that bubbled under the surface. As she entered the room, Kade looked up, his eyes welling with tears and shook his head.

‘She’s gone’ he spoke to her mind.

Ada shook her head. In two steps she was at her Father’s feet and had wrapped her arms around his waist as she tucked her head into his chest. She allowed her tears to flow freely, as they fed on each other’s sorrow and healing and supported one another. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the crumpled note, and handed it to Kade.

“It was on my windscreen” she said.

He frowned as he read it, standing up abruptly.

“Fuck” he screamed an ear piercing roar, causing the Werewolves that roamed the property to howl and other’s to stop and stare.

Kade handed the note to Frankie who read it.

“What does he mean that she is in her rightful place?” Ada asked.

Kade instantly tensed his jaw and she felt his arm tighten against her waist. Ada stared into his eyes and saw them flash a brief glimpse of red.

“Dad what does he mean?” she turned to look at Frankie, who quickly dropped his head to the ground.

“I don’t know Ada. I don’t know what that means” Kade said after clearing his throat.

Ada knew he was lying as she pushed away from him with a frown.

‘Please child. Don’t push it. All the questions will be answered. Just not right now’ he spoke into her mind.

Ada felt tears spring to her eyes, when movement behind her caught her attention. She turned to see a woman in her early fifties with mousey blonde hair and dark eyes walk up to Frankie. She looked Kade over, concern etched into her face.

“It’s Abaddon” Frankie said to the woman.

Ada recognised her as Karla; she was a Paranatural investigator, a human.

“You have human’s working on this too?” Ada asked Kade, unsure whether she could trust even the human’s.

She knew they were at threat with Abaddon loose, but she just wasn’t sure who to trust anymore, humans, Paranaturals, Angels. They all seemed as corrupt as one another. Even her own Father was lying to her. Ada suddenly felt alone. Kade reached up and stroked her hair, trying to calm the bubbling fury that he could sense building and threatening to erupt.

“We need all the help we can get. The Authority is a complete mess; we don’t know who we can trust. Your Mother was supposed to be protected and now Abaddon has her.” He said shaking his head.

“We are going to do our best to find her, but we need your help Ada, you have the closest bond to her. You have the amulet. You have the ancestors connected to you.” Karla spoke gently.

Ada fingered the amulet that was clasped around her neck. Although she knew that it was a powerful piece of jewellery, she didn’t know how to use it. Merza had only given it to her a few months earlier for her twenty first birthday and she was still teaching Ada how to access all of her powers. The thought of not having her Mother to teach her, especially in a time of war was like a punch to Ada’s stomach. She felt tears slip from her eyes.

“I don’t know how to use it. Mother hadn’t showed me it all yet” Ada said her voice hitching in a sob.

Kade spun on his heel and began to rifle through the books that surrounded the walls of his office, before he found the book he was looking for with a shout of discovery.  He dusted off the cover and handed it to Ada.

“This was one of your Mother’s journals, from when I first met her, when she had just taken on the amulet.” Kade said as Ada fingered through the book, glancing at her Mother’s beautifully scripted words.

Kade’s eyes continued to well up as he lingered on the words, the script of her Mother’s hand. Ada’s mind was reeling, her emotions were overwhelming. She had managed to block out the feelings that she was picking up from other people, but her own emotions were threatening to swallow her. 

Ada slowly shuffled over to her Mother’s chair by the big bay window and although there was no light coming in through it she sat and began to read her Mother’s words. Her journal described her emotions upon receiving the amulet from her own Mother, Ada’s grandmother, Ath Dara.  Merza had written about her fears and tribulations about receiving all of her powers.

Ada was amazed at how similar her Mother’s feelings about becoming an inducted Queen Witch were to Ada’s.  She had been scared by the power and ferocity that she held within her, she was scared about doing damage with her magic. All these feelings Ada too had felt and still did feel. But at least Merza had Ath Dara to learn from and no war, she thought.

Ada was not only Motherless but about to enter a war against an Angel she had only heard tales about, using magic she had never practiced using. She had never felt so unequipped. As Ada read through Merza’s journal something in her Mother’s writing that was underlined caught her eye. 

‘The amulet contains the power of all the ancestors, all the Witch women through to Kaia the Nephilim we all descended from, should he ever get free again, this will kill him.’

Ada read the words in her Mother’s hand again, while she fingered the amulet.  Her Mother had told her not to use the amulet carelessly and to never use it to perform silly parlour tricks to keep the human’s entertained and now Ada understood. But it was the final sentence. Ada continued to study the words. She questioned if Merza was talking about Abaddon. She had to have been. Why was she so concerned about him? Ada could feel a headache starting to form in her temples.

Ada continued to read about the amulet and its power. The amulet held the magical properties of all of her ancestors, twelve generations, Ada being the thirteenth.  Thirteen was a magical and very powerful number for Witches. And the amulet now contained thirteen generations of power which meant it was by far the most powerful piece of magic on earth