Trying to find him

"Stop now or I will show you what real power looks like...and if you can survive, I will train you myself if you can promise me never to give up."

Annabelle was shocked into silence, though an angry look still showed on her face. Was he saying that if he showed his real power she would most likely end up losing her life? Oh, please. She wasn't that weak. She had survived nineteen years, hadn't she? Of course, she had never met someone like this, but he couldn't be that dangerous. He was a fallen angel, filth, nothing more.

And he was offering to train her? "You idiot," she said. "Why would I train with scum like you? I'm trying to KILL YOU and you're offering to HELP ME?! Oh yeah, you're stupid alright. Fallen angels don't think clearly, I see." She rolled her eyes. Didn't he understand already that she never gave up, either?

"Your one to talk."

Annabelle blinked. "What?" she asked, clearly annoyed by this statement. What the heck was that supposed to mean? She wanted to know, and if he didn't answer her, she most certainly wasn't going to be happy. As his gloved hand appeared and his wing moved, a completely stubborn look came to her face. "I'll give you my best shot when you tell me what that comment of yours meant," she hissed, growing impatient.

Her eyes almost widened, but she stopped her shock from showing. Instead, she went with confusion and anger, and an eyebrow raised as that fierce look continued to burn in her eyes. "I'm not a fallen," she said. "Don't know what would give you that idea." Annabelle rolled her eyes. In a way, she was correct — she wasn't a fallen herself... she was just part fallen because of her father.

She really didn't like that smirk on his face, but she ignored it. Her eyes went to his hand for a moment, and she looked at the snake and other symbols, but didn't say anything. Her gaze went back to his face, expecting to receive an answer.

Annabelle's eyes narrowed. "You don't know that," she said quietly. She was almost positive she wouldn't be going to heaven when she died... she had a fallen's blood in her, after all. She averted her eyes, pretty sure that she had just given away the fact that he was correct, but not really caring. She wanted to know how he had found that out now. "How did you guess it?" she asked him, still a little bit angry that he had, in some way, figured out that she was at least part fallen.

"Get that smirk off of your face," the nephilim hissed. "TELL ME HOW YOU KNEW!!" She was angry now, and it was far more than apparent. She was still worrying about this battle, and she was still on guard, but she figured that finding out how he had known was far more important than winning a fight. Well, for the moment, at least. She would probably go back to fighting in a moment and use her anger to attempt to make her stronger.