In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps

The rain had started pouring outside again, but Alexis just shrugged and continued messing with the cords behind the Altar. She had promised the priest of the church to get them fixed and she had offered, knowing it would just mean some peace and quiet. Alexis was very fond of solving this little riddle about where which cord went. ”Now where do you go, you little beaut,” she mumbled to herself in her strong accent. She heard the wooden doors swing open and the janitor saying something, but she didn’t really listen. She was too caught up in what she was doing to move anyways, and if it was the priest, he would know where to find her. She hummed to herself as she was enjoying the small task, until she heard footsteps getting closer. Her body froze as she listened to that sweet spanish voice, and her heart broke a little at the sound of the guy. He was clearly distraught, but she would just scare him by jumping out now in the middle of his monologue. Besides she would find it rude to interrupt him and his private speak with God. At the mention of a sign she held back a laugh, but ended up bumping her head against the altar top. ”Oy! What’ve I ever done you!” she exclamed at the Alter and stood up from behind it. Her head turned a bit around as she looked, but her eyes stopped at the stranger and a smile lit up on her face. She jumped over the Altar and walked over to the werewolf, gazing into his eyes.

”Hi! I’m Alexis Charity Nye Palmer, Lexi for short. Le if you wanna shorten it further, and just L if you want to cut my name off at the root,” she spoke quickly in Spanish reaching her hand out to greet him. She was a bit awkward and lifted his hand up before he could react and nodded to herself. ”Better work on that handsshake – it’s not firm, but I like weird handsshakes!” she said again with her fast Spanish voice. Whenever she spoke another language it was like her body forgot her accent, and she sounded like a native speaker. She poked him a bit against the chest to test his balance, and caught him as he was about to tip over. ”Now now, don’t go falling for me, I’m no guardian angel,” she said in Spanish winking at him and guiding him over to one of the long benches, sitting down next to him. Shortly she looked up to the ceiling as if she was looking for something, but her gaze fell around the church once more. ”So, what’s your name, little lost one?” she asked still with her spanish ringing out faster than lightning, with a big smile on her lips. Her aura almost screamed light and happiness.

”I wasn’t hiding, I was fixing,” she said holding her finger up in a rather matter-of-fact kind of way. As he grabbed tighter around her hand she let out a soft chuckle and nodded. ”Very good, better, but we’ll work on it,” she said with a big smile on her face. Even though he snarled at her, she just chuckled and helped him sit down, because she didn’t find him threathening. Her initial purpose might have been to be a defender, but she was more carefree and trusting than what was good for her. Not naive, just well meaning. She shook her head as he said he couldn’t fall any deeper. She knew of plenty of places to fall deeper to. Sheffield, maybe? That was a thought for another day. His mention of demons made her shrug, but his question made her perk up a bit. ”God has created you for a specific reason, why else would he test your faith?” she smiled and gathered her legs up on the bench, sitting cross-legged on the narrow bench as she looked around the big church. She liked churches, as it made her feel more at home. She folded her hands in her lap and just looked at the werewolf as he introduced himself. ”Dean – good name, strong name, good occupation too – quite the sallary these days,” she said as she nodded at his name. His remark about her being allowed to call him anything made her light up. ”Uh! Homie? Is homie too much? – What do you people say now a day? Home-dog? Nah, sounds made up. And not to mention terribly racist against werewolfs and shapeshifters,” she said mostly mumbling fast to herself and shaking her head. Her train of thought was everywhere at once.

”How about I call you friend? I like having friends, and they say they don’t grow on trees,” she said with a smile on her face. She hummed slowly to herself as she tried collecting her thoughts, a small little melody from an ancient hymn. ”Do you want me to drag it out of you, or are you going to tell me what is on your mind, friend?” she asked as her gaze returned to Dean once more. She followed his gaze up to Jesus hanging above them and she smiled. She had met him before, so long ago when God had ordered a messiah on Earth, and she had liked him much. Sadly she hadn’t seen him since his ascendance, so that was a bummer, but things happen. The thunder outside made her count on her fingers like a small kid until the sky lit up with the lightning. Few miles away, nothing to worry about. Shortly she clicked her tongue and looked around at the murals on the walls, before returning to Dean once more. ”I’ve got all night and day, but I’m guessing you are too drunk to stay awake for that long,” she said with a teasing grin as she waited for him to explain.

Alexis listened to the young werewolf. How old he was wasn’t really important, but she knew she was older than most anyone in a room at any given time. She chuckled at his mention of hot dogs, and she suddenly felt a bit hungry, digging into her coat pocket and pulling out a bag of M&M’s, offering him some as she herself popped a few in her mouth. ”I think I could beat you in a battle about issues,” she chuckled as she chewed some of the chocolate, looking up at the cross. He spoke again and she just kept her eyes on the cross, listening to him, nodding at his questions. ”Oh yeah, too well actually – My family has had it’s fair share of battles,” she said with a smile. She didn’t need to go into details. He explained further and she looked at him with calm eyes. All he explained were so bittersweet. Sweet because he really just sounded like a confused teenager, and bitter because she knew just too well how small problems could fill ones head. She placed a hand on his with a smile on her lips. ”Take it from someone who has felt like that for so many years,” she said with a smile and removed her hand to take another M&M in her mouth, crunching it and looking to the cross again. ”I was the second female angel to ever be created,” she said. She wasn’t really supposed to talk about it, but in this moment it didn’t really matter. She wanted the poor boy to feel at ease, maybe lessen his pain a bit.

”My father and mother is literally only our lord God,” she said with a chuckle and got up from her seat, placing the bag of M&M’s beside Dean, giving it a warning with her finger so it wouldn’t fall down. Then she turned her eyes towards the werewolf once more. ”I am nearly 300.000 years old, only shy of a few thousands, actually,” she said in a cheery voice. She placed her hands in her coat pockets and chuckled as she looked to the ceiling of the church. ”One thing I know is that no matter what happens, life goes on,” she said with a smile, almost lighting up the room with her angelic aura. ”I’ve lived for so long, seen so much, loved so much … And I’ve lost so much,” she said turning her smiling face to him. She walked closer, sitting down in a squat in front of the you werewolf. ”Our God does not always mean for us to know what we are supposed to do; I was bestowed a gift from him, the ability to protect myself and others, but I’m too trusting, so I cannot always protect,” she said with a smile placing a hand on his knees to comfort him.

”The world sometimes feels so strange, so dark and so mad,” she said looking at him with seriousness in her gaze. She gave his knee a small clap and smiled at him once more. ”But it is also so full of love and a promise that things can change for the better; that’s why God gave us all hope,” she said, getting up from her squatting position and walking over to the altar, looking at the painting. She missed her home in heaven in a time where everything was so simple and she just spent her days with her siblings. She closed her eyes, drifting off to that place for a simple second as it calmed her down. ”God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging,” she said turning around to him. She pointed to him with a finger and gave him a daring look. She walked closer to him, pulling him up from his seat, grabbing his hand and looking at him.

”Letting it get to you. You know what that’s called? Being alive. Best thing there is. Being alive right now is all that counts,” she said with a smile and holding him upright as she looked him directly in the eyes.

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