I figured my morning couldn't get any more uncomfortable than it already had...I was wrong. Asher and Petroff arrived mid Jackson/Gabriel throw down in the living room. I believe the word "demon whore" had managed to leave Gabriel's mouth before there was a sharp knock on the front door.

The two men weren't at all what I expected. Gabriel had stated they were the living members of the council that resided at The Sanctuary, so imagine my surprised when two middle-aged men came strolling through the door. They couldn't be more older than late thirties, both dinning the same low cut military style hair cut. They looked more military than they did retired anything.

"Omera?" Asher extends an arm to me. One which I take hesitantly. "I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I give him a weak smile, trying to ignore the fact that Petroff is staring at me like he's seen a ghost. The way his grey eyes travel slowly down my body makes my skin crawl. Something is not right with this guy.

Gabriel leads us all into the living room, offering each man a cup of coffee. They accept kindly and I notice how on edge everyone seems to be. Jackson has maintained a safe distance from me and I realize it is because the orders to 'keep it strictly business' between us had more than likely come from one of these two.

"Now that I am here, I see what you were talking about Gabriel." Asher places the half full mug down, taking a seat on the couch. "The girl's power is quite overwhelming. Indecipherable to the senses too. Interesting. Care to show me these abilities Gabriel spoke of?"

Jackson nudges me forward, giving me a reassuring smile. I am still hesitant. Petroff is yet to speak and, quite frankly, it is giving me the creeps.

"Go ahead, show him," Jackson whispers, nudging me again.

I pull the electricity out easily and the room comes alive. I can feel everything in it. I detect the small twinge of strange power coming from Jackson, who is staring at me like a man seeing the sun for the first time. Max elbows him in the ribs and his gaze travels to the floor.

"It cannot be," Petroff gasps, his voice thick with German accent. He circles me, his intent stare sending warning shivers down my spine. "It is impossible."

"I thought so myself," Asher agrees. "The evidence is irrefutable. She is what was suspected."

My stomach drops. This was why they were here. Not to run tests. Not to check in on how the house was managing.

"What?" Gabriel inquires. "What is she?"

Petroff leaves the room, pulling a sleek black cellphone from his pocket. I hear the front door close as he begins to speak. I try to focus in on his words but he is speaking German. Asher takes a leather bound book from his brief case, flipping quickly through the pages. Tension fills the air.

"She is an angel," Petroff says, coming back into the house. His lips are pulled into a tight frown as he takes a seat next to Asher.

I gasp. "I'm a what?"

"You mean like a fallen angel?" Gabriel interrupts.

"No," Petroff disagrees. "Like a full blooded angel."

"That's not possible!" Gabriel is shouting now. Asher shoots him an authoritative look and Gabriel's tone begins to lower. "Sorry sir. How is this possible? There has been one recorded angel sighting in the entire history of all hunters. And that one was not even confirmed. There is no way she could be an angel and not know it."

"She could if her powers had been bound. Though is seems that Jackson has somehow managed to un-do most of the binding." Petroff reaches for his mug, taking a long sip of the steaming beverage.

I know I'm standing there, mouth gaped open, staring at them like they are crazy. I don't care. None of what they are saying makes the least bit of sense. I pull my power back in, earning myself another strange look from Petroff.

"Let me explain," Asher says. He places the opened book onto the the coffee table, pointing at the print on the page. The print I cannot read because I am apparently the only person in the room unable to read Latin. I let out an frustrated groan, launching myself back onto the love seat. I am fully aware that I am pouting but, oh well, this is annoying.

"These are the details from that unconfirmed angel encounter," Asher continues, "While there was not tangible evidence the hunter had not encountered something else, we felt is necessary to have him record the events of that day. We left it out of the journals we provided the new hunters who followed, for obvious reasons. In here is a clear description of the creature that the hunter saw that day. Pale skinned. Violet eyes. Power to wield electricity from its skin. Enhanced strength and speed. Ability to heal from almost any injury. Un-placeable energy."

The room went quiet, all eyes on me. I bring my finger to my mouth, chewing feverishly on the nail. I know they are waiting for me to say something but, for the love of god, what can I say? I spent the first ten years of my life being bounced from home to home by my parents only to have them and my brothers murdered in front of me. Then I spent the next even years recovering from that murder, fighting like hell to cling to any ounce of normality I can find. Let's throw that with spending the last two weeks thinking I'm some sort of Hell spawn only to be informed that I am far from that and you have the combination for one potentially epic Omera mental breakdown.

"You said something about my powers being bound," I mumble, not fully capable of constructing a well put together though yet.

"I was wondering when you'd get to that,' Asher muses, "You see, I have spent many a years researching anything I can about angels. They may not be written about, for fear of being mocked, but many hunters have claimed to have encountered a few in their lives. Some have lived to talk about it. The others, well thy mistook the inability to sense their type of energy as a threat and made the ill fated mistake of trying to attack one of these creatures. None of them managed to survive, leaving the tale to be told by the witnesses. Things get complicated when that happens, stories get muddled with. From what I've gathered there are no Heaven sent female angels. Most children rumored to be born from an angel/human relationship have always been male. The fathers of these children, in an attempt to hide them, bound their powers until they are of age. You're seventeen correct?"

I nod my head in agreement.

"As I thought. Gabriel filled me in on the unfortunate circumstances in which you lost your family. My condolences on that. It is my belief that your father bound your powers in an attempt to hide your identity from whoever it was that went on that supernatural killing spree some odd years ago. Now, I haven't figured out exactly what has cause binding to come undone, but I assume it has something to do with Jackson. Either way, the fact that you are not only angel but female, well it is beyond astonishing."

"It's an abomination. That's what it is," Petroff spits. I watch his face go red with anger. Asher shoots him a glare so deadly even I feel the pain of it.

"Mind your manners," Asher warns.

Petroff leaps from his seat, sending the coffee table and the objects on it, tumbling onto its sides. Jackson jumps up, pulling my shaking form behind him. Max and Liam still, frozen by the outburst.

"I will not!" Petroff booms. "This is an abomination and you know it. My father, rest his soul, warned me about this. His father came to the council warning something like this would happen but what did they do? Nothing. They disbanded him. Shamed our whole family. He was mocked. Ran out of towns by the claims that his gift had finally driven him mad. You-" he points an accusing finger towards me-"Are an abomination. My father warned me about you. Through all of my training he always made it a point to warn me about you. 'Son' he would say to me 'your grandfather was no fool. There will come a time when the angels deliver into this world a daughter. You must not fall victim of her charms for she will bring about the end of times. The fallen will rise and, with them, a great war will begin.' You are an omen, a message of death. You are an abomi-"

"Enough!" Asher cuts the ranting man short. "That is enough Petroff. You may go wait in the car, Gabriel will see you out. Our time here is limited and we must return to California to tell them of our findings here."

Gabriel walks the still ranting man from the house. Asher approaches us and Jackson moves, blocking him as he gets closer.

"Forgive him," Asher apologizes. "Petroff's grandfather was the first to supposedly interact with an angel and the experience left him quite shaken. He believed that having 'holy creatures' walking among us was a sign of the apocalypse. A belief that has sadly been passed down through generations. Almost all of their kin share the same gift, one allowing them see into a supernaturals mind. Petroff's grandfather was convinced he saw hatred in the angel's mind. That they were somehow plotting to bring about the destruction of man. Was this gift not known to warp a persons thoughts beyond recognition, it may have become a quite useful skill. With that being said, it leaves the bearer of the gift an unreliable source. Petroff has not been cursed with this gift but that does little to dampen the warnings he was subjected to his entire life. I apologize for his outburst. Gabriel-" he acknowledges the boy who has just returned to the room-"Gather up my belongings and bring them to the car. We have some things to discuss before I depart. "

Asher steps past Jackson, placing his hand gently over mine. "You are free to stay here as long as you would like. Gabriel has my number, feel free to use it if you ever find yourself needing something. Anything at all. I am sorry I couldn't be more use to you but our interactions with your kind are limited. I look forward to seeing your powers grow once you come of age. But feel safe in knowing this, Petroff's ranting are just that. There is no proof behind them. You are not evil, nor do I see you turning out to be. Take care."

Gabriel grabs the man's bags, opening the door for Asher as he leaves the house.