Watching the grave digger work in the middle of the night, in the Beacon Hills cemetery of all graveyards, pushed some painful memories back to the surface. Oh, how cruel were those days to him! But in spite of his aching heart, his face couldn't part ways with that radiant and contempt filled smile.
He did feel contempt, and the more he thought about it, the higher his satisfaction rose as he watched the hardworking man in action. Simply because he wouldn't go back to that epoch unless he was being dragged by the hair, he would leave his nails dug into the flour if he had to. Nothing from the long list of hardships he had to go through since, would make him wish he could turn back time for that era of his life.
He must have been standing there for quite a long moment, long enough for the man on the machine to feel a pair of gazing eyes on him. He stopped shortly to take a look, but all three hundred sixty degrees around himself, he detected nothing, nobody. So, he just took a deep breath and resumed his work. Little did he know that someone was still watching him, only from a different and unlit corner.
"Isaac? " a young sounding voice brought the observer out of his thoughts, The so-called Isaac turned around to look at the seemingly young boy who called out to him.
"Hilldon! You managed to stay alive, I see," replied Isaac.
"Barely. You finally decided to show up!"
"Hey! cut me some slack, I needed to lay low so I could heal,"
"So, they got to you too?" asked Hilldon.
"Yeah, I was kinda ambushed before reaching town. Where is Maylee?"
"I hope she got where she was supposed to be... We got separated before the hellhound found us,"
"What about Rosalie?"
"Not sure if she's still alive, a group of hunters attacked us then a bunch of long tails joined the fun, I had to run," replied the boy, he looked like he couldn't be older than twelve years old, with quite the dark hair color, his big eyes seemed of a lighter brown, the shades couldn't easily be distinguished in such a poorly lit setting, "Why come here of all places anyway?"
"This place plays on my heart strings...I felt nostalgic, nothing to worry about,"
"Oh so...This is where you became a werewolf?"
"Yeah, I was a grave digger just like him," Isaac pointed his chin towards the backhoe in the distance, "Next thing I knew...Was that my life changed forever,"
Not that listening to Isaac tell his life story was unpleasant, far from that idea, but they had bread to chop, and they needed to act fast. Hilldon had to ask more pressing questions, "So, the three of us are here, what about our fourth musketeer?"
"No clue really, I haven't been able to contact him since I landed from Europe,"
"Well, at least we know he's alive, the messages have been getting to their destinations,"
"Wait, how did you find me here?" asked Isaac again.
"Unlike some people... I am supposed to be here,"
Isaac leaned on the tree that stood behind him, crossed his arms and displayed an amused expression at his answer, "Would you listen to that...And why might that be?"
"I am waiting for some people to join us and... It looks like they're right on time,"
Just as Hilldon finished his sentence, a black SUV pulled to the side, the two guys walked towards it as two other young men came out of the vehicle.
They seemed a bit confused as to the reason that brought them there, but as soon as their eyes fell on Isaac, their expression immediately switched. They both opened their mouths to say something to him, but he was faster, "Jackson Whittemore and Ethan Stainer! What a surprise! Never thought I'd see you two again,"
His words reeked with sarcasm, in fact, it was so transparent that Ethan called it out," Isaac Lahey...You don't sound so happy to see us,"
"Yeah, yeah, that's all fascinating but we don't really have time for that, did you drop Hayden off where you were supposed to?" Hilldon cut their reunion speech short.
"Yeah, we were meant to go to Mexico, but we received another one of those messages, it said we needed to drop Hayden somewhere and then go somewhere else. I am assuming you're this guardian angel?" Asked Jackson.
"Partially," interjected Isaac.
"What's with that anyway? And what are we doing here?" Ethan was beginning to lose patience.
"We're here to dig a special grave," said Hilldon nonchalantly.
"Oh desecration! That's all?" joked Jackson.
"Hold on, I want to go back to the part where you said you were only partially the guardian Angel,"
"Is the train going too fast for you Stainer?"
"A sunshine to be around as always Lahey, glad to see you haven't changed,"
"What Isaac meant to say..." Hilldon shot a murderous look at Isaac before continuing, "Is that we act as a group under the title of Guardian Angel,"
"How many of you are there?"
"We are four," affirmed Isaac.
"And... Whose grave are we even supposed to dig?" Jackson seemed afraid to ask that question.
"You knew them...You'll see when we get there," That was all they got from Hilldon as an answer.
"I really don't like the sound of that," protested Ethan.
"But what about the grave digger?"
"What grave digger?"
Isaac whipped his head around to see that the man had already left, they were so absorbed by their conversation that he hadn't noticed it.
"He always leaves at around...Well, four minutes ago," added Hilldon as he checked his watch for the time.
"What are we supposed to do with it anyways once we dig it?" Jackson spoke with care as he walked towards the said grave alongside the others, to make sure he didn't trip.
"Where were you on your way to when you got a message again?"
"What? We have to take it to Mexico? And who are you? We know Isaac but I've never seen you before,"
"My name is Hilldon,"
"Oh, I am really helped with that answer," Ethan's dissatisfaction was pretty clear.
Hilldon came to a halt and the three men closely following behind stopped as well. As soon as their eyes fell on the gravestone, their hearts dropped to their stomachs...
Jackson couldn't hold his exclamation back, "No way in the nine rings of hell... !!"