Nephilim and the Nun

Rhea:

The next morning, I woke up feeling different and weird. My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bed. That was when I remembered I wasn't in the cabin anymore.

I was now in a different home, away from Quinn.

Knowing that I wasn't going to be seeing Quinn as often as I wanted and being in a house with a total stranger made tension seize me.

Although Quinn had assured me he was harmless, I still didn't trust the man completely.

Rising to a sitting position, I rested my back on the headboard and drew my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them.

It was day time and the sun was up already. Though the windows were closed with curtains covering them, I could still see them from how the room was dimly lit by the sunlight outside.

Deciding I wasn't going to get outside the room, I stayed in bed, my thoughts wandering to mom and Quinn. Most especially, Quinn. I wondered if he was safe and what he was up to. As for mom, I knew she was safe.

At least, for the meantime.  My subconscious reminded me and I sighed sadly.

My thoughts were disrupted by the rumbling of my empty stomach, followed by a slight ache. It was then I realized the last time I had eaten was at noon, the previous day.

Quinn had been too busy looking for a safe place for me to stay and I'd been too worried about him leaving me that I'd forgone food by ignoring the hunger. And after he'd dropped me at my new home, I'd gone to bed immediately, rilling from the stress.

My stomach rumbled again and I clutched it, wrapping my arms around my mid-region. When it happened the third time, I could no longer stand the slight pain that came with the rumbling.

I needed food and fast too.

Quickly, I jumped out of bed and ran into the adjoined bathroom to wash up. Thankfully there was a new toothbrush there. I cleaned my teeth and washed my face. I tried arranging my messy hair but it was to no avail.

When my stomach rumbled then for the fourth time, I had no choice but to leave my hair and seek food.

Opening the room door, I stepped into the hallway and descended the flight of stairs that led to living room.

of food invaded my nostrils, increasing my hunger ten folds as

a rush to know where it was coming from, I traced it to a white door beside the staircase. The door was ajar. Peeping through it, I saw a woman in

deep breath, I made to open the

you start knocking on the kitchen door, Damon?" Her

thought I was the

the door open, walking in timidly. "It's not Damon" I muttered in a

look shocked or surprised at seeing

face lit up with a

must be Rhea," she said, still

furrowed in confusion at how she knew

his guest. Welcome to

Because certainly, she couldn't be his wife or girlfriend. She looked to be in her sixties which was way older than

They looked completely different. While

a perfect set of white teeth. "I'm

my facial expression that I'd been trying to place her position in

used to be his nanny when he was young and when he decided to get his own home, he took me along. He's more like the son

nice to meet you Stella"

a hand at me, rolling her

a grin. Just then, my stomach rumbled loud enough for both

muttered, wrapping an arm around my

my seat. As soon as I sat down, Stella

she chuckled, making

you" I muttered, peeking a glance

she waved

up the fork from the counter top, I dug into the meal and took my first bite. A variety of flavors exploded on my tongue. I moaned in satisfaction, sinking

heart," I said to Stella

be happy to