CHAPTER TWO:
I woke
up the next day in my own bed, sweat matting my hair to my face as the sun
shone through the window as it did every morning and I silently cursed myself
for not buying darker curtains. I push my hair off my face, my hand catching my
eyes. I look down at them first at my palm than at the back of them assuring
myself there’s no mark there. Once I was satisfied there was nothing there I
breathed a sigh and removed myself from my bed.
“It was
all a dream,” I spoke to no one in particular. “It had to be a dream.” A knock
sounded at my door, “Jules, it’s meeee.” Billie said in a sing song voice on
the other side. I knew it had been her, no one else shows up at my house at
this time of the morning. I opened the door and trying to smile. “God, you look
worse than you did yesterday.” She informed me. My smile quickly turned into a
frown as I almost snatched the coffee from her hand. “Thanks.” I mutter. “I’m
only saying this because I love you…” she says. “Honey, are you feeling alright?”
I nod, sipping at my coffee. “I just pulled an all nighter.” I lied.
Since I
didn’t remember how I even got to bed I decided it best not to tell her about
the vivid dreams I had about a man, symbols, and angels. In fact I think it
best I forget what happened entirely. “Oh because of the second crater?” she
asked. I glanced up from the cup in my head; my eyes no doubt the size of
saucers as I hesitated over my next words. “There’s another crater?” I had just
assumed that was part of my dream as well, that it didn’t really happen but
perhaps maybe I did see the crater and that’s what triggered my dream.
Inwardly,
I shook it off chocking it all up to my imagination running wild. “Yes, you
didn’t know?” She asked. “Isn’t it your job to know?” I roll my shoulders in a
light shrug. “No it’s my job to keep Aiden and the other reporters in Coffee
and pencils.” Billie wrinkled her nose, frowning a bit. “Are you sure you
alright?” She asked again. I nodded once more before wandering off toward my
room to dress quickly.
I
ignored Billie’s pleas about changing this morning as I needed to get to that
crater to see. I had hoped it would be in a completely different place but it
was exactly where I found it in my dream and I resigned myself to it being
somewhat of a coincidence. Nothing was different about it, it looked the same
as the other and there was nothing in it but dirt.
By the
time I got to work I had managed to brush off all thoughts of my dreams and go
about work as usual. Once I was finished with all the running around I sat at
my tiny desk in the corner of the building and began to write about what I saw
this morning. “What’s all this?” Aiden’s voice peered over the top of my
cubicle. I blinked a few times before glancing toward him. “It’s my report on
the second meteor.” I told him.
A laugh
filled the small space within my workspace and I frowned. “What?” I looked away
from him and down at my paper noting with a start that what I had written had
nothing to do with the meteor. Instead, I had drawn the symbol I’d seen in my
dreams over 100 times on the sheet of paper before me. “Be sure and have that
on my desk before the end of the day.” He teased before walking away.
I
scowled down at the paper in front of me, confused a moment over how this could
have happened when I felt a set of eyes on me. I looked up, there was no one
watching me from inside the building and when I looked outside I couldn’t help
the small gasp that escaped me. The man from my dream was standing outside the
building staring in at me. “That’s impossible.” I said to myself.
Without
a second thought I had already gripped my bag and was moving toward the door
when I ran into another reporter. “Oh I’m sorry,” I said before stepping around
them. I had made it to the door faster than I ever have before but once I was
outside I couldn’t find the man. It was like he had vanished. It wasn’t
possible, unless he’d gotten in a car I would at least have seen him walking
away. I wondered if perhaps I was going crazy. People didn’t just disappear and
I certainly didn’t write all those symbols with a sound mind.
I tried to
shrug it off and go about the rest of the day as normal but I couldn’t just let
it go. This couldn’t be happening; could my dream have been real? I shook my
head before placing the paper down on my desk. I turned out my desk lamp and
after gathering my things I made my way back towards the entrance. I walked the
same way home I always do, glancing in the direction of a large light the
seemed to almost hum through the air.
The
light lit up the crater where there was no doubt a ton of scientist and police
working on trying to figure out what happened. After arriving home I let Rosie
out in the front as I have done every day since I got her. I sat on the bench
and for a moment allowed myself a second to think. I thought about what the man
had said about the nephilim, about how they died out a long time ago and that
they were certain no others existed. I wanted to know more about this, not that
I believed it was true but out of curiosity.
I called
Rosie back and I went inside. After sitting down at the table I opened by lap
top and typed in the word, “Nephilim.” Some of what I found was no surprise to
me, having read a bit about them a time or two but there was one passage that
seemed to strike a chord:
Now
it came about, when men began to multiply on the face of the land, and
daughters were born to them, that the sons of God saw that the daughters of men
were beautiful; and they took wives for themselves, whomever they chose. Then
the LORD said, "My Spirit shall not strive with man forever, because he
also is flesh; nevertheless his days shall be one hundred and twenty
years." The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward,
when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to
them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown.
I didn’t know my father; my mother
only told me that he was a good man who made some bad choices. She didn’t speak
of him often and when she did that’s literally what she said each time. She was
dead now and I could no longer ask her who he was. I had been looking through
some pictures as a knock came through the door causing me to jump. I glanced
away from my computer and toward the door. Billie’s voice did not speak through
the wooden frame at me as she so often did.
Curiosity pricked the back of my
mind as I got up from the table and started toward the door. I glanced through
the peep-hole and gasped. The man literally of my dreams appeared through the
small hole in the door. “Juliette,” he spoke my name for the first time, “Please,
I need to speak with you.” I begin to pace behind the door, “This can’t be
happening, this can’t be happening.” I repeat over and over as he speaks once
more, “I understand your hesitation but I can assure you I will not hurt you
but the demons…” I pull the door open quickly, gripping his shirt and dragging
him into the house.
“No! There are no demons and you;
you cannot just say those things out loud while people are listening…” I point
around the room, gesturing to the walls. “These are very thin walls and I don’t
need my neighbors thinking I’m hanging out with crazy people.” I exclaim, “Listen,
Ezekiel if that’s even your real name, I am not who you think I am and if I
were you I would seek help because it’s obvious you’re having some sort of
mental breakdown right now.”
“I assure you I am not.” He spoke
evenly. “If I can show you something, if I can prove you are who I say you are
will you come with me?” he inquired. I don’t know what to say, I can’t believe
what I’m hearing, what my life has turned into. In just one short day I went
from Juliette Lange, intern, to Juliette Lange possible nephilim, no longer a
daughter of man but a son of god himself.
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