1: A Meeting Point

Walker
Walker jumped out of bed when she heard the door in the entry slam. “Whah?” She said. The room was blurry. She grabbed at the night stand and found her glasses.
“Walker?” She heard Mike call. “We’re going to be late!” She heard his footsteps come down the hall. “I’m going to be late anyways,” she called.
“Seriously?” Mike stood at the door with an eyebrow raised. “Why do you always do this.” He gestured at the over-sized shirt she was wearing and lack of pants.
“Do what?” Walker asked. She went over to her dresser and found a pair of jean shorts and tank top. When Mike didn’t say anything she continued, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Do you ever?” He asked.
“Shut up,” she through a pillow at him. “You mind?” she asked implying for him to leave.
“No,” he said not moving.
“Fine,” she shrugged pulling off the shirt and changing. She didn’t really care who saw what; everyone thought she was that kind of girl anyways. With her innocent green eyes and midnight black hair reaching the middle of her back adding to her slim body that she loved to show off.
“Dude,” Mike said causing her to pause and look at him. “That mark is wicked as ever,” he gestured at her back.
“What do you mean?” Walker asked. She walked over to her mirror and looked in it, turning slightly. Ever since she could remember she had a mark on her back a shade or two darker than her skin. It was a sort of tribal design that somehow shaped wings. Today it was outlined darker than usual; extremely dark. “Goddamn,” she said touching it. “Wonder what it means.” She looked at Mike smiling, joking.
“Right.” He rolled his eyes and sat on her messed up bed. “Will you be ready in half an hour?”
“Yeah,” she said as she finished getting dressed. “Sooner more than likely, though. We can get coffee,” she hoped. They lived about fifteen minutes from the closest Starbucks but she knew he’d agree.
“Ugh,” he lied down. “Really? I don’t want to be late.”
“Aha,” she smiled. “If we time it well, then we won’t be.”
***
Spencer
She wasn’t going to enroll here. She didn’t want to either. It’d be hell. She already knew everything that she would learn here. So she waited for the bell to ring at 3:10 and her partner to walk out of school in dignity, proud of who she was. Spencer parked the Porsche that was at the address destination in front of school and got out leaning against it.
She was wearing white pants that were hot in the San Joaquin Valley heat; a white shirt with short sleeves covering her top; and a pair of white vans shoes covering her feet from the blistering cement.
She waited about a millisecond before the bell rang. Her timing was on. The kids started coming out of there classes chatting, texting, or whatnot. The note at her destination said that she would know her partner when she saw her. It was a female, that much was told.
Spencer didn’t try to draw any attention to herself but somehow after they had left the gates they saw her car and started starring, pointing, and talking to people about it. Great, she thought. What if people started coming up to her and asking about her car and herself? But no one did. Good, she though. She was intimidating.
And then she saw her partner. She could tell because she had a shimmering outline of her, something you’d see on television, never in real life. But Spencer was used to things out of television; after all she had lived inside the Angel’s gates. Her partner had black hair, bangs cut straight across, and a slim body that would attract many stares and whistles as well. But it wasn’t that that bothered Spencer. It was her lack of discipline. It was the way she held herself, as though she were equal to the mortals around her. Well, she was a mortal, but not one of them, never one of them.
Spencer starred at her as she crossed out the gate, and that was when she looked back. She gave Spencer a look of, not longing, but hatred, disgust, before looking away. Spencer was astonished. She left the car and walked over to where her partner was waiting for a ride or a friend.
“Constantine,” Spencer didn’t know where the name came from it just tumbled out her mouth. She saw her partner turn toward her, obviously it was her name.
“Yeah?” Constantine said. “Do I know you?” She seemed annoyed by Spencer talking to her more than anything.
“No,” Spencer said after hesitating. “My name’s Spencer Chase. I have something to talk to you about.” She held out her hand but Constantine merely looked at it.
“Look,” she said. “I don’t know who you are, or how you know me but I don’t think I should listen to you.” She grabbed her bag of the planter and turned to her friend, “Tell Mike I’ll be by his car.” She walked away leaving Spencer there.
Wasn’t the partner supposed to know about this? Weren’t their parents supposed to tell them? The parents, of course, were only supposed to know because of the doctors. Spencer thought for a moment then walked back to her car and started it with some CD that was left in it playing. She maneuvered around the weirdly designed parking lot and parked by where Constantine was waiting.
“We need to talk, Constantine,” she said once she had rolled down the window.
“Why?” She yelled. “I have no desire to go with you on some crazy quest. I don’t know you.”
“What about your parents? Do you know them?” Spencer said glaring at her.
Constantine stopped in her tracks. “What are you talking about?” She starred.
“Come with me and I will show you,” Spencer said opening the passenger door. “This is important.”
Constantine closed her eyes for the briefest of moments then opened them, nodding. “Okay. Fine.” She walked over to the passenger side and got in. Then she saw her ride coming.
“Yo, Wok!” the shaggy brown haired guy said.
“Sorry, Mike,” she said while Spencer left the car stalling. “I have something I got to do.” She nodded at Spencer. “Go ahead.”
***
Walker
Why she was in this strange girl’s car? She had no idea. All she had said was that she knew something about her parents. So what? That’s nothing. She lived with her mom, who was gone half the time anyways, what with work and ‘The Boyfriend’ so she never had time for Walker. But for some unknown reason she knew she had to do this.
“Fine,” she repeated. “What do you know about my parents?” The car smelt like new car and dandelions. She wasn’t sure if she found it soothing or annoying.
“I said I have to show you, I can’t tell you right now, Constantine,” the girl, Spencer, said.
“Walker,” Walker said. “It’s Walker, not Constantine. My mother had some issue when she named me.”
“I won’t call it that.” Spencer said. “She knew who you were. Who you are.”
“And who, pray tell, am I?” Walker asked sarcastically.
“You’re Walker,” Spencer said dryly. “Not Constantine.”
Walker smiled for the first time, almost laughing. Why was she accepting this girl? She was getting along with her which was the first time in Walker’s life she got along with another girl. She stopped smiling instantly. “What do you want from me?”
“I want your help,” Spencer said, sobering up a bit. “I’ll explain when we get to my house.”
“That’s gonna be exciting,” Walker drawled.
“What do you mean?” Spencer said eyeing her.
“Well,” Walker said leaning back, “It’s obvious that you come from a wealthy family. It makes me wonder why in God’s name are you in the Madera Ranchos.”
“I don’t have a family.” Spencer didn’t mean to say it, but it just happened. “I mean, uh,” She paused, “I’ll explain inside.” The whole time she had been driving through the neighborhood. Now she pulled up into a normal drive with lamp posts on either side. On one side was a lawn with a giant tree in the middle; on the other was many trees; beyond that was an average looking house with a garage and a few cars parked in front. However these were rather nice cars, featuring a dark blue Hummer, a white Mercedes convertible, and a red Volksawgon Beetle.
Walker got out of the car a few seconds after Spencer. As she walked slowly to the house she started to pick up a strange vibe. One that she had had before, but never really recognize. It was coming from her birthmark. It was tingling, piercing her with a strange mixture of fear and wholeness.
“Spencer,” Walker said before stepping into the house. “What is this?”
“What’s what?” Spencer asked taking off her shoes.
“What I feel,” Walker took a step over the threshold. She was afraid it would hurt more. It didn’t. As soon as she let her breath out however, her back began stabbing her. She cried out in pain and clawed at her shirt.
***
Spencer
Spencer gawked at Walker. This girl had just collapsed into her own house. As much as Spencer thought it would be okay, there was a small mortal part of her that said she was worried for her, that this girl collapsing could cause a series of many upsets.
Sighing, Spencer leaned down and grasped Walker’s arms and pulled her up. She slumped against Spencer as she dragged her onto the couch. Spencer pulled a blanket over her and went into the kitchen. The house was stocked with different foods when she got there so she found some mac-n-cheese and started to cook it. Walker looked half starved to her as it was. Spencer was unsure what to do while she waited for the water to boil so she went into the living room and turned on the TV, something she had always seen happen, nothing she had thought she would actually do. She got up every now and then to cook the food and when it was finally done she returned to Walker who was stirring awake.
“You okay?” Spencer asked her when she was fully up.
“I think so,” Walker said looking around. “Why did that happen?”
“Here,” Spencer handed her the bowl of macaroni. “Eat this then I’ll explain why I have brought you here.”
Spencer could tell that if Walker was feeling better then this she would’ve argued, but as it was she began shoveling the food into her mouth. “How, about,” she said between bites, “You explain while I eat.”
Spencer thought for a moment, then said hesitantly, “Okay.” She saw Walker’s eyes close and then open full of fear. “It’s not all fear,” she accidentally said allowed.
“What?” Walker asked her, the fear gone in her eyes.
“I, er, eyelids keep secrets,” Spencer said. “Your eyes hold fear that you are trying to wash away. But there is also bravery in them that you try to hide as well.”
“Right,” Walker eyed her warily. “Anyways….”
“Anyways,” Spencer nodded her agreement, “Your mother loves you, and she’s afraid of losing you.”
“She already has.” Walker looked away from Spencer, pissed at something. “She’s never around, she has never been my ‘mother’.” She put air quotes around the last word.
“She didn’t want to grow attached to you,” Spencer shook her head. “She loved you more than anything, but she was afraid that if she grew too attached she would be heartbroken when, and if, she lost you.
“Because the crazy thing is, Walker, you are not meant to be here.” Spencer looked intensely at Walker.
She snorted. “Right. I’m not ‘supposed’ to be here. Like I’m a, what, vampire? Cut the shit, Spencer.”
“Constantine Walker,” Spencer said slowly. “There are creatures here on earth, on Terra, that are not meant to be here. You have to understand the drastic situation this place has come in. I am from the Heavens.”
“Alien.” Walker smirked. She thought this was a joke.
“My Master’s name is Daveigh. She is an Angel of the high-middle rank, the Faeroe. She works to try and save the human race from the, er, well Demonic uprisings. I was se—”
“Whoa.” Walker said. “Wait a second. Demonic? As in Demons? As in like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Demons? Doyle Demons? Supernatural-what-Dean-and-Sam-set-out-to-kill Demons?”
Spencer winced at the analogy. “Yes. Like Doyle, like Supernatural. Only a thousand times worse. True, They did depict demons the best in that show, but they are still nothing like that.”
“Uhuh.” Walker nodded, unbelieving. “And this has to do with me and my mother because…?”
“Because I, as a half angel, was sent to Terra, along with six counterparts, to rid these uprisings. Which means that I am supposed to explain the way of life to them, that their killing days are over, and that it is too dangerous, or to kill them.” Spencer was blunt about this. In fact, it was her first blunt statement of the afternoon. “And you are here because you were blessed before birth to be my other half, or rather sidekick.”

-S.
+I need to add a bunch of quotes to this don't I?

Prologue: An Ordeal

Spencer Chase was sitting in the large white study waiting for her master. She pulled one of the books sitting in front of her towards her. It read “The Most Powerful Possessions”. Spencer had already read it, devoured it, and loved it. This helped her truly understand how a demon’s mind worked. It showed the way they could influence a human’s mind and take over the body.
Before Spencer could dwell on it her master, Daveigh, came into the study and sat next to her.
“Good evening, my child,” she said to Spencer. Daveigh was the embodiment of perfection. She had soft, peachy skin, and long blonde hair. She wore a white gown with her wings tucked firmly in.
“You’re late master.” Spencer looked down at her own figure. She was slim, wearing tight, white, stretchy pants, with a loose white shirt. She had curly blonde hair that went to her shoulders.
“The council wanted to meet with us before our training.” She was nervous as she spoke. “It ran late.”
“Alright,” Spencer said, frowning. This was unlike the Council. “So what are we studying today?”
“Actually,” Daveigh said, standing up, “I would like you to repeat the mission you and your fellow Halves have been charged with.”
“Alright,” Spencer repeated. “In the year of 1993 the Angelic Council sensed an increase of demonic behavior on Terra. A year later they came to the solution of the Halves. We are half-angel, half human, our purpose is to rid Terra of the demonic uprisings and bring it back to balance. We have spent 16 years in Heaven, alone, with no other friendship but that of our masters. We have been studying demonic behavior and human behavior. Once on Terra, we are to take up our positions, one of us in each country. I am assigned to Northern America. Once in our positions we are to blend in, thanks to the help of our human accomplice, who is to be named only once we reach our position. As we blend in we take out the demonic behavior. Which means explaining the rules to the ones who will listen or pushing the demon out of the shell it inhabits which will leave nothing but death. Once we have rid Terra of this imbalance we will gain our wings in place of our tattoo. This will earn our passage back into Heaven.”
“Do you know exactly which day you were created?” Daveigh asked softly. “And are to leave us here?”
“No,” Spencer was confused. It was strictly against the Code that their angel masters tell them this. “It is not of the Code.”
“I know,“ Daveigh sighed. She looked worried, and sad. “That is because the Code only lets you know the day of.”
Spencer sat silently, still confused, but suddenly she understood. “The Ordeal is tonight.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” she answered, tears glistening in her soft brown eyes, odd to Spencer. She had never seen her master cry, or be allowed to. “You are to go back to your quarters and sleep until 7:13 sharp. Then you need to meet in the Council’s Chambers at 7:31. Do you understand?”
“Of course, master,” Spencer said, standing and bowing. “Thank you for guiding me.”
“Always,” Daveigh said, bowing, too. “Good day, my child. Live high.”
“Wings sigh, master.” Spencer left the study and walked down the white hall to her quarters. She had these quarters all to herself due to the Angelic’s Council not wanting the Halves to meet. This caused the sixteen years of Spencer’s training to be boring, and lonely. She grew up with only her master, her books, and the observatory. But they could only be in there when another Master and Half were not.
Spencer’s quarters were large, with a white quilted four-poster bed, a tall white bookcase, desk, and dresser. The room also had a view of the gardens and of the lake. Spencer poured herself a glass of water and sat down on her bed, thinking that she would never be able to sleep with the Ordeal seven hours away. But Daveigh was specific, so Spencer drank the water and lay down. She knew that there were only seven Halves, but to not pass the ordeal would be traumatic. Even going through it would be difficult. The council would send her to train with another Half for two years if she failed. As all the worrying thoughts soared through Spencer’s head she felt oddly exhausted. She rolled over and quickly fell asleep.
In her dreams she was running with a faceless, sexless, unknown person. It was crowed, and hard for them to hang onto where each other was. Spencer could sense them being chased, chased by a darkness, by a demonic being. Spencer’s heart was pounding, she didn’t know why she was running; she had to fight.
“Go ahead,” she yelled to her faceless partner. “I’ve got the back.” Her partner raced on.
She turned toward the demon. As it approached her she saw its face and was stunned. It was Ezekiel, one of the Angelic Council.
“Ezekiel?” she asked, although she could obviously tell that it was him except for the darkness she was sensing.
“Yes, of course,” he answered.
Spencer’s eyes were telling her this was him, but her senses were screaming that it wasn’t. As she looked at him, her eyes and mind realized her senses were correct. “No,” she said smiling.
From inside her boot she fell asleep with, she unsheathed a sword. In one quick, easy movement it slid through his chest, without him even trying to fight.
Oddly, almost like a video game, Ezekiel’s body evaporated. As Spencer looked around she saw the other masters appearing, but she did not sense a demonic side of them. They looked at her as the crowded area evaporated as well. It was only she and the masters, and the faceless partner.
Smiling slightly, Gabriel, another Council master spoke. “Well, is here,” he said before the whole area disappeared.
Gasping Spencer sat up in bed looking at her clock. She saw it was 7:13 exactly. She got up from her bed and pulled off her clothes. In the mirror she saw her wings, at least the tattoo. They sparkled silver in the light, the sign to take the mission.
“Oh,” she whispered. She slipped on another set of clothes and reloaded her weaponry. She looked at the clock and saw 7:29. She quickly left the room, sighing as she closed the door.
***
In the foyer of the Angelic Court, Spencer stopped. She looked at her watch as it changed to 7:31. She pulled open the door and saw the other Halves enter from the other doors. The seven Council members were seated at the head of the hall. The Masters stood by each door through which their Half had entered.
Gabriel stood up and cleared his throat. “Halves and their masters please come forward.” When all of them stood in front, eyes up, hands behind their backs, Gabriel spoke again. “Children, I see you all have managed to pass your ordeal. Or, if you did not notice, the Dream Sleep. The most important part of being a Half or any type of assassin is being able to put away the look of a familiar face. To be able to kill a friend’s shell that houses unorthodox evil. That is the true test.” He sat down with his robes swirling around him.
Then Ezekiel stood up, pushing his dark hair back. “When I call your master and your name, come forward to receive your full mission.
“Master Stephen and Apprentice Damian McCoy.” Ezekiel called forth the bulky master and his well-shaped apprentice. When they reached the middle of the court Spencer noticed Damian’s legs wobbling. “Damian McCoy you are assigned to the North and South Poles of Terra. By hunting these demons and creatures of the dark you will earn your wings of the Heavens. You will team up with your partner at your permanent destination. Your master will be able to assist you on your 3rd Sabbath day each month. Do you accept your mission?”
“I accept,” despite his nervous appearance, Damian’s voice was steady.
Ezekiel nodded once as Damian walked back over to his door, his master guiding him.
This went on, as Spencer waited desperately for her own turn. The pale Emmery came up for Australia, then as dark as he was light, Krystyna for Africa, then Alexander for Asia, and Romeo for Europe. Two left, Spencer realized, herself and South America. Tara, with her Master Garfield guiding her, came up to the council and accepted her mission of the Poles.
“Master Daveigh and Apprentice Spencer Chase.” She walked forward apprehensively, having the speech repeated multiple times, she knew it by heart. Except ---
“Spencer Chase, you are assigned to one of the most difficult regions to take, North America. That, and Europe. You and Romeo were the quickest to react. With that you take a more responsible task. By hunting these demons and creatures of the dark you will earn your wings of the Heavens. You will team up with your partner at your permanent destination. Your master will be able to assist you on your 3rd Sabbath day each month. Do you accept your mission?
Calmly taking a breath, Spencer accepted. “I accept,” she said. Daveigh led her back to her door.
Then Virgil stood up. “This is it,” he said, his pale hair covering his eyes. It didn’t matter anyways; Virgil was blind. “Congratulations Halves, and good luck. I hope to see you again someday.”
Together the Council stood. “Live high,” they spoke as one.
The Masters and Apprentices responded, bowing with their right arm over their heads in salute. “Wings sigh.”

-S.
“Take your broken wings and learn to sigh (My Soft and Deep, The Matches).”