Isaiah Williamson (watch_the_sky) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-04-17 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-10, isaiah |
A scream or a cry, the truth or a lie, I'm not sure they will save us this time
Who: Isaiah Williamson and Raina Scott (plus Isaiah's mom Adrie, NPC'd)
Where: Raina's house // Isaiah's parents' house
When: Early afternoon
Just like the last time the demons came, Isaiah's stomach was constantly in knots, his angelic blood reacting to the demons' presence in town and only amplified by the fact that he was a constant worrier. The Owl's Nest had closed early for the day and he was sure his siblings were safe at his parents' house, the wards stronger now in the wake of the last attack. He and his father Josiah had stayed behind to make sure everyone got home okay, and now were locking up and heading back themselves. There was just one thing on his mind.
Isaiah hadn't heard from Raina. At all.
He'd tried texting her when he first learned of the demons, to tell her to get to a shelter. Then, when she didn't answer after a few more texts, he'd tried to call, and only reached her voicemail. Perhaps he was overreacting, but all Isaiah could think of was the worst. It wasn't like Raina not to answer back, not in a situation like this. She knew he worried as much as she did, especially since he knew exactly what facing down a demon was like, and what could happen if you lost the battle.
Josiah had only looked at him when Isaiah said he was going to find her, knowing his son and his determination. With a promise to call and let them know, and to be back at the house by sundown at the latest, Isaiah got on his motorcycle and sped over to Raina's, the first place he knew to look for her. He was still wearing his chef's clothes, the jacket left behind in the restaurant and the t-shirt underneath faded and speckled with grease stains. At the moment, Isaiah wasn't concerned with it.
Once he got to the house, he parked the Shadow behind Raina's car, and immediately noticed that the front door was still open. Approaching said door, Isaiah saw what had once been a cell phone, crushed on the front step. Oh god, please tell me this doesn't mean what I think it means. "Raina!" he called, going inside and looking around, hoping she was just upstairs or something, that the physical pain of worry in his stomach was just him jumping to conclusions.
That hope was shattered like the broken glass in Raina's picture frames, scattered across the hallway floor.
Isaiah rushed through the house, finding the back door slightly open, leading out to the back deck. He could smell the demon blood, making the were-falcon cover his mouth, with the back of one hand, and he made his way out onto the patio.