no dawn, no day.

Two years had passed since she’d gotten her Calling. Two years and she hadn’t killed a single demon. The fights back in her high school felt like an age ago, like some fleeting memory in the back of mind. Sometimes she couldn’t believe how much time had passed. It had been just over six months since she had left Delaware.

She sat in a twenty four hour diner, warming her hands on a mug of coffee. The waitress had at first since been annoyed with her taking up a booth in the corner. She’d been there for nine hours now; all she’d had to eat was toast. That was hours ago. Now she did nothing but accept refills of free, too-hot coffee. The waitress could see the teenager mustn’t have had much money, there was barely anything on the girl - she was all skin and bones. She passed the corner booth when she could, topping up her mug, trying to talk to her when it got quiet, but the girl wouldn’t say anything.

Dylan’s stomach ached for food, her wings ached for blood, her heart ached for her mother.