Dawn Chronicles Ch. 1

Ever since I can remember, I’ve never felt like I belong. At twenty-three years old and a female to boot, I had always just assumed these feelings were normal and tried to remain objective about the whole matter. It wasn’t until recently that I learned these feelings were more accurate than not. I mean, how many other girls my age have a demon sharing their body? Hell, how many people at all have to deal with this?

I had thought he was joking at first. The man who told me what I am. What was inside me. The more he talked the less I thought it was a joke and the more I began thinking it was a scam. His name was Vincent and I had been introduced to him by another friend of mine earlier in the week. He ended up calling me for coffee. Saying he had sensed something about me and needed to talk. I remember that night very clearly.

We were standing next to my Jeep in the parking lot of the shopping plaza. The streetlight above my car kept flickering erratically. It was as chilly as South Florida ever got because I was wearing my leather jacket. I was pacing back in forth, either trying to stay warm or too deep in shock to stay still, it was hard to say.

“Annikki, I’m telling you the truth. I barely know you. I’m not exactly the type of person to pull a stunt like this with someone I just met. Especially if I have any desire of ever seeing them again”, he said. He stood with his hands in his jean pockets, his pale face serious.

“I know”, I responded, “go over it one more time with me please? This is all so confusing.”

“Well essentially, you have an extra soul inhabiting your body. The soul is that of a Nephilim, “ he began.

“What is a Nephilim again?” I don’t know if it was the shock but I was having a terrible time trying to comprehend all this.

“A Nephilim is the offspring of a fallen angel and a human. Nephilim can live for a very long time but once they are dead, their soul never moves on. It’s too dangerous for them to enter Heaven or Hell. They are either stuck wandering the earth without form or they find ways to sneak into fully human babies at the moment of birth.”

“And that’s what is inside me?”, I asked dubiously. I was still pacing.

“Yes.”

“And you have one inside you too?”

“Correct.”

“Crap, this is a lot to take in.”
“I know it is. And I will help you to understand as much as I can. I’m still trying to learn more about this myself.”, Vincent said. He had large brown eyes that were practically begging me to trust him.

Everything he was telling me seemed so sincere. The more he talked, the more the doubt faded from my mind. The “symptoms” he described of having this...thing...inside me were all there. Occasional loss of memory. Feeling angry for no reason. Sudden violent outbursts. Severe headaches. Exceptional hearing and vision. Rapid recovery time from illness and wounds. Sensitivity to sunlight. I had experienced all of those frequently. One thing was still bothering me though.

I leaned against the door of my Jeep and sighed. “So I guess this means God is real?”, I asked. I had always been a die hard atheist.

Vincent came and stood beside me. He grasped my hand and our gazes locked.

“Yes Annikki, God is real.” His face grew even more serious. “We might just not be on his side.”

I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. It was my typical response to dire situations. I let go of Vincent’s hand to clutch at my sides as I doubled over in a fit of giggles. I sobered up a bit and stared down at the pavement as I said “So I unwillingly have a demon inside of me and to top things off, I’m eternally damned. This is just fantastic. Maybe I’ll go jump in front of a car or something so I can go ahead and make it to that never-ending party in Hell sooner. Give the G-man a little less to worry about. Or, screw it, I’m damned anyway may as well have some fun and wreak a little havoc around here,” I rambled on. “Bus to Hell and I call shotgun. Woo!”

Vincent gave me a sympathetic look. I’d say he was wondering about my sanity but he was the one that had just told me I’m part monster. His brown eyes studied me a bit longer, trying to assess whether or not I’d start laughing again.

“Look,” he said, “I think this is all the information you can handle in one night. How about you go home and get some rest and we can meet again tomorrow.”

I stood there and nodded. “Tomorrow”, I said. “8pm again?”

“Works for me.” He gave me a quick hug and smiled. “I’m truly sorry I dumped all this on you. I wish we could have had a normal date or something without supernatural bullshit getting in the way.”

I nodded again and he turned and began walking towards his Civic. When I thought he was out of earshot I whispered, “Me too.”

I wasn’t surprised when he lifted his head and smiled warmly in my direction as soon as the words left my lips.  Exceptional hearing indeed.