``walk away from the sun , OPEN.

[bryce]

b r y c e

A hand ran roughly through the young man’s hair, ruffling it before digging his hands back into the resting place of his jean pockets. Lately, it seemed nothing could ease the odd sensation he felt within his aching bodice. He had never been subjected to any large amount of pain or incurable injuries but lately, his back was bothering him like made. Odd as it sounded, it felt like something was attempting to protrude from his spine.

The wind was taunting him as he walked along the broken path through the city. He ignored the numerous people roughly bumping into him seeing as he was walking the opposite way as everyone else. Even in such a small sense, Bryce stuck out. He felt as though he should have been searching for something, but frankly, he didn’t even know what or where to begin. A headache threatened him and though he tried to shake everything off, it was utterly useless.

Where he was going, it was hard to pinpoint. Honestly, he wished he could find the old beggar woman again and question her about what he knew but she had long been locked away in prison. He felt as though the world was hiding something and no matter what it was, he would find it. Why did it always feel like something supernatural was going on?

Weaving through the crowds on the street, Bryce found himself at the Globe, a place he had visited many times. Helping himself to a seat, he ordered himself a scotch, ignoring the waiter's question about any food.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Avoiding anything that actually constituted work, or The Fifth, Autumn was taking safe refuge at The Globe. A pair of worn out faded jeans clung to her toned long legs, low rise showing an inch of mid drift. Her plane white t shirt swooped into a low v with a single small diamond necklace finishing it off. She had chosen to wear a pair of flat pumps. After the incident on the tube she was not going to be caught off balance. Anything could happen in London, and when you had the gift of sight like her, you could not just close your eyes off to the spooky shit. Autumn ran her slender pale finger through her dark brown locks, soft curls framing her face as she walked through the globe, glass of wine in her free hand. Paying no attention and in her own little daze, she slid past the regulars and the new faces, taking no notice. Then it hit her, as she brushed against a young man....Power. It was not an obvious aura of power; it lay tucked away, shrouded by humanity and a soul.

Nephilim

Only one race of beings felt like that, and they were Nephilim, the offspring of fallen angels and humans. Their souls torn and fractures, shredding in different colours and Shards. The power was obvious now she paid attention.

Nephilim.

Autumn had not intended to send the thoughts into the man’s mind, but her control over her telepathy was limited at best, especially when not paying attention. The words were sent loud and clear into his mind and Autumn stopped suddenly, less than a foot past him.

Calm down Autumn, he didn’t hear you, it’s okay, fuck...can he hear me now...shit...you’re broadcasting your thoughts Autumn...walk away...now...fast!

She moved quickly, pushing through the small crowds, pushing her way through clutching her wine glass tightly until she reached the terrace outside and met the fresh air with a gasp.

[bryce]

Bryce had grown used to anything but a normal life. However, he hadn’t particularly stuck out as anything odd in the crowd. He was handsome as hell and could have gotten any of the girls in the room to return home with him that night but he wasn’t sure that was his particular objective. In fact, he wasn’t too sure what his objective was for the night. A slight puzzlement hung over him, decided he’d probably end up shitfaced and make a fool of himself in front of the crowd around him.

Gaze was casual as he watched each feminine form that wandered passed him, glancing down a few shirts and looking over legs. He was a pig, just like most men in the situation and wasn’t even embarrassed to admit so. He had situated himself in a corner previous to drink his scotch though the table still seemed to be in the way of many passersbys. He had ignored the few that had bumped into him, shaking the liquid in his glass until one particular woman.

Typically, he would have been caught off guard by her looks seeing as she had a fairly nice body and a face to match but it was something else that had startled him. Thoughts popped into his mind, however, they didn’t seem to be his. The voice of the female rang through his ears though he hadn’t understood what she had said. Nephilim? Being in London meant there were many foreigners from other countries but he wasn’t sure that was any type of French, Spanish, or Italian. ”Excuse me?” Either he was going to look like a dumbass for talking to her or he really did hear her voice within his mind. Nahhh, it wasn’t possible. He was already bipolar, he didn't need to be schizophrenic too.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn had barely calmed her mind when she sensed him behind her. She placed her glass down on the table and for a moment or two paused for thought. Her slender pale hand moved up to her neck, rubbing her now tense muscles.

Excuse me? She heard him say and took a long, deep breath in before exhaling softly.

She turned around then to face him, her pale green hues meeting his eyes. She took her bottom lip between her teeth, trying her best to gain what little control she had of her telepathy. The cool air blew over her, the decking area lit by an assortment of little shite lights hung over the terraces, entwined with the climbing plants.

"Yeah?" She asked very matter of fact, "Can i help you?"

Best to act aloof, nothing happened, pretend it didn't happen, for fuck's sake Autumn get a grip....Shit...keep your mind quiet...

She closed down the metaphysical walls she built up to protect her in times of panic, forcing her power to shut down, her mind to become quiet. How the hell did she manage to get herself in these situations? He obviously had no idea what he was, and as far as she was concerned it was better that way. he would live with out knowing the horrors in which she saw daily, he would never witness the burning fires of hell or the wrath of God. Everything was always far easier when you didn't know.

[bryce]

Strange things were happening to Bryce more and more often these days, yet, none of the occurrences were things that he could logically explain. Bumping into a woman in a public place and thinking he heard her say something was nothing unusual to the normal mind. However, Bryce obviously didn't have a normal mind; he heard her speak without opening her mouth and saying a word. It almost scared him that he seemed to be going insane but there was no apparent way to stop it.

Upon interrupting her peace and quiet, she seemed surprised to see his face. Obviously she hadn't said anything and Bryce had clearly lost his marbles. Nevertheless, rather than merely walking away, he decided to at least pose the question. "Uh, you didn't say something just now, did you?" It sure as hell wasn't english, what he heard, unless a new word had been added to the dictionary and society had failed to inform him.

Waiting for her answer, he could have sworn he heard another conversation occurring, on that no one else could hear, but the inaudibility made him wonder about his mind. He needed sleep, terryibly bad; or perhaps just to see a psychiatrist.

[~Autumn Walker~]

He really has no idea what he is....

Autumn was now in a bind, should she tell a complete stranger that he was the offspring of a fallen angel and a human. It was not her place but now the cat was out of the bag so to speak, he had heard her thoughts. She remained quiet, just looking at the man with her bright emerald hues, contemplating how much trouble she could get in if she did tell him. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, god knows what she was thinking, she could envision this whole situation causing her a shit load of trouble.

Yes.... She pushed the words slowly into his mind, I did say something..well..I thought something

She smiled a little, wondering if the guy was about to freak out or not, she'd watched many run in terror when they found out they were not exactly human, he had just had a telepathic conversation, his reaction to that would allow Autumn to assess if he was ready to know the truth.

[bryce]

Bryce had never quite been sure what went wrong in his life to cause such a haze to fall over him. It felt as though he was wondering lost, even in the most familiar places, with very few answers. He had been all over most of Europe and yet, no one ever seemed to have anything to tell him. He was lucky he even knew his name.

The fact that he kept hearing the woman's words in his mind was freaking him out. He was sure this had happened to him previously but now he had proof that he wasn't purely imagining it. Bryce tossed her a somewhat startled glance, wondering if smacking his head into a wall would stop the voices. "What the hell are you doing to me?"

It was as though he was paralyzed, unable to take a step away from her. All he knew was that something freaky was going on.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn didn't need to be a mind reader to know he was starting to panic. She had to tread carefully, ease him, or simply walk away. Yet, if she walked away she knew he would be left with more questions than he began with. She had got herself stuck in a pickle. Rubbing the back of her neck she sighed and met his eyes with her own.

"I'm not doing anything..." She said with a smile, hoping to reasure him then she opened her mind up and spoke softly into his minds eye.

I am speaking with you telepathically, you're mind is open to such things, that is why you could over hear me thinking ealiar.

She was probably freaking him out even more, tact and compassion had never really been Autumns strong point. He was a nephilim, so technachly she should of avoided him. She'd had run in's with some fucked up Nephilim. the down side, was not the Fallen Angel side of them, it was human nature. Give a human enough power and the only way is down into hell.

[bryce]

Though slightly terrified by what he was experiencing, Bryce was also slightly intrigued. All his life he had been searching for who he was and seeking out some sort of explanation for the supernatural occurrences he had experienced. He already suffered from a bipolar condition and munchausen's syndrome, why not throw in another problem, eh?

Bryce couldn't even muster a smile to return the one she had offered. He wasn't stupid enough to believe the fact that she hadn't done anything but unfortunately, he didn't know what to accuse her of. Talking through his mind seemed a bit obscene.

"What the fu- who are you? Voice started to raise slightly, fighting with himself to keep quiet as not to attract unwanted attention. No, this wasn't happening. He wasn't crazy and this woman wasn't real. It was all a dream; yes, that was it.

[~Autumn Walker~]

Autumn almost smiled when he spoke, asking what and who she was. That alone was a three hour long essay of explanations. She softened her eyes and tried to look less threatening, if that were possible considering she was freaking the guy out.

"I'm psychic," She lowered her voice so as others could not hear, "I am telepathic and i am clairvoyant, i see things, that others can not see, i can see energies, aura's, the truth behind a human face...Demons...angels...the fallen.."

She shrugged at that, if she asked she would tell him what he was, but he would have to ask the right question.