Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

"Are  you sure they are here?" I asked Rhea, glancing at her. In response, she nodded.

"I saw them when I'd snuck here to search for evidence for my revenge mission. That was before I met you". She replied, shining the flashlight she was holding towards a door I hadn't noticed in Elliott's office.

All the time I'd entered the office, the place hiding the door had been covered with a curtain making it look like a window.

Following Rhea's lead, she opened the door as silently as she could but there were still little creaking noises. We paused for a while, listening to any unusual sounds but nothing came.

Pushing the door open, she stepped in and I followed suit. We were looking for Elliott's blood safe. Rhea had told me he kept blood bags in a large safe.

Immediately, I knew it was the ones of other supernatural beings he'd killed. I was going to dispose of all of them. It was my only means of reducing the powers he hoped to acquire.

Quietly, she led me further into the room, towards another curtain. On opening the curtain, we saw a wall. I glanced at Rhea but she nodded at me. With her free hand, she splayed her palm on the plain wall and pushed it.

Before my very eyes, the wall moved in and turned around to reveal what looked like a shelf of books but instead contained numerous blood bags that were all filled.

I saw them, I didn't understand why he kept them till I caught him draining blood from you". She explained, whispering to avoid attracting the attention of anyone that might be on either side of

shifters, others cambions, werewolves, and even Nephilims. That was when it hit me that the lunatic had been killing

me was; if he had been using their blood

both humans and other

all the blood bags and dispose of them but as a result of what I'd seen and the sudden rage that

of the blood bags, spraying the blood on his office floor and

doing?"

he is a monster" I gritted out, continuing

"That wasn't the plan"

"Change of plans then".

I was done the entire

it wasn't for the rage brewing inside me, I'd

satisfied with my actions.

room, a wave of nausea washed

knew what it