A/N: Since there are no fanfics out there for Angelfall, I decided to write one myself. This fic is requested by Raffes-fallen-fangirl on Tumblr. If you have any other suggestions or scenes you'd like to read from Raffe's point of view, don't hesitate to ask.

I'm not from an English speaking country; if there are any mistakes in the text, let me know!

I don't own Angelfall, Susan Ee does. If I did, "You should know, I don't even like you" would never have happened.

Finishing off the low demons wasn't very difficult, especially since they didn't particularly enjoy the taste of my blood. I didn't like the thought of leaving Penryn alone once again, but the creatures had to be killed. Besides, she had proved over and over again that she could handle herself in dangerous situations.

Parts of the beasts are scattered everywhere. It's unnerving how alike these creatures are to something else, something forbidden. Nephilim. I remember the devastation they had caused. And for so long, I've been hunting them down, killing every single one I came across.

I bent down to examine the dead demons; they had sharp, pointed teeth, lips smeared with blood from the soldiers they'd killed. Penryn's blood as well.

The Nephilim are a result of angels fraternizing with human females and here I was, doing the precise same thing. Straightening, I realized I could leave - should leave -disappear and leave her waiting. Penryn's sister is probably dead anyway, it's time she realizes that and moves on before getting herself killed.
A slight chill hangs in the air, but there is no wind. The night is quiet and still, a contrast to earlier. I stand frozen, conflicted. If I leave I'll probably never see her again, but if I stay… who knows what might happen.

I take a step in the other direction, away from her.

I might never see her again. The full impact of the thought hits me and I head back, telling myself I'm returning because I left my wings with Penryn.

The bushes rustle slightly as I push through them on the way back and the first thing I see is Penryn's face. The relief and joy on her expression is distinct. Must've been gone longer than I thought.

She moves forward with her arms wide apart and I have no time to think before my body distances itself, I'm too surprised to say or think anything. Shock and disappointment pushes through her initial delight but I pretend not to notice.

"So…did you get them?" She asks after a moment of silence, concern and hope lacing her voice.

I simply nod my reply.

She's staring at me again, scrutinizing every part of me and probably checking if I'm wounded. She has nothing to worry about though. The cuts and bites made by the low demons were already healing.

"Are you all right?" She asks

"Aside from being beaned with a rock, I'll live" I answer, trying to keep the mood light and pretending we're not standing too close from her attempted hug.

"Sorry" she says, looking legitimately upset.

"The next time you have a quarrel with me, I'd appreciate it if you could just talk to me first before resorting to pelting me with rocks" I retort.

"Oh, all right. You're so damn civilized." she mutters.

"You okay?" I ask, more somber now.

She nods.

Penryn looks vaguely uncomfortable and I realize it's time to move away. The space between us had been getting excessively filled with tension. I step away from her, trying to get my thoughts together. Trying to prevent myself from thinking thoughts I should be nowhere close to thinking. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, hoping to calm myself.

It doesn't work.

And that's all! A little short, but I hope you like it.