“Hey listen to this,” Anna says.
“Hmm?” I glance up from my homework. As I predicted Mom didn't have any objections to Anna moving in for awhile and now she is on her belly stretched across my bed, one leg bent, foot in the air, head bowed over a magazine.
She darts bright eyes up at me. “Remember when we had that author in and you guys discussed the possibility of today's aliens evolving from angel myths?”
“Well.” She drops her head back to read the magazine. “'The Legend of the Nephilim and the Cthulhu Mythos'.” She pauses and glances up at me. “Ever hear of the Cthulhu Mythos?”
“Sure.” I nod. “It’s a fictional world created by HP Lovecraft.”
She cocks her head. “As in Lovecraftian?”
“Yep, exactly. He created a horror genre filled with supernatural and extraterrestrial elements.”
She narrows her eyes. “Okay, that makes sense.” She turns back to the article. “Now this first part is biblical from Genesis 6:4. 'There were giants on the earth in those days, and afterward, when the sons of God went into the daughters of men, and they bore children to them'.” She glances up at me. “Sons of God are angels.”
I snort and flash my eyes to her. “I totally don't believe it says that in the Bible.”
She shrugs. “Look it up.”
I turn back to my computer and Google ‘Genesis 6:4’ and read the very first link, 'The Nephilim were on the earth in those days--and also afterward--when the sons of God went to the daughters of men and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown. - New International Version'
I frown and click the next link. 'In those days, and for some time after, giant Nephilites lived on the earth, for whenever the sons of God had intercourse with women, they gave birth to children who became the heroes and famous warriors of ancient times.- New Living Translation.'
I skip down to the King James. If there a version you can count on it is that one. I read, 'There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.' I turn back to shoot her a lifting of my brows. “I guess I was wrong.”
She grins. “It gets weirder.” She bows over the article. “This is from chapter 7 of the book of Enoch, 'And they became pregnant, and they bare great giants, whose height was three thousand ells: Who consumed all the acquisitions of men. And when men could no longer sustain them, the giants turned against them and devoured mankind.'
“'This was of course the birth of the Nephilim, a monstrous race of giants with spiritual powers and earthly appetites. Some were indeed heroes, like the biblical Nimrod, the mighty hunter, and the demigod Heracles. Others were less noble'.”
I smirk. “Wait, you're telling me that Heracles actually existed and that he was half angel?”
She shrugs. “According to old Enoch.”
“And why would the angels do this?”
“Uhm,” she scans the article, “well, apparently these sons of God surveyed the world and its beings from on high, 'and among them were those that were lonely and curious and they were tempted by the beauty of human women.'
“This is also from the book of Enoch: 'And the Watchers took wives to themselves and they taught them charms and spells. Some were heroes, but others among the Nephilim began to sin against birds, beasts and reptiles and even they began to eat their flesh and drink their blood birthing some of the strangest creatures ever to walk the earth'.”
The words send a shiver through me and I frown. “Eat their flesh and drink their blood, you mean like cannibals?”
She shakes her head. “I think more like vampires. The pouring out of blood for a sacrifice was reserve for the Gods so when these beings 'drank their blood' I think they were doing it to gain power.”
I fall silent. My mind has left the room and is back at the night we worked the spell when Anna used my blood as an offering. Was that why she did it? To gain power? I'm barely listening when she goes on to read, “'These creatures once known as Demi Gods, Giants, Anakim, Demons and Monsters—”
Only monsters work in blood… My skin prickles as I look across the room at the stranger who was now sleeping in my room…
She glances up. “Tell me Rachel, what do you think?”
I only blink at her.
“Do they sound like aliens or ancient deities?”
My voice breaks apart when I ask, “What else does it say?”
Anna begins to read and I watch her, head bowed over the magazine but my thoughts have moved to the spell we worked and what ramification it might have wrought. Sara’s frighten metamorphosis fills my mind and I wonder if maybe we managed to flub it up so terribly it caused her to haunt us. I shoot a fearful glance behind me just as Anna says, “Could these angelic offspring now be what we call aliens, or fey: the elves and faeries, the goblins, gnomes and the nature sprits?'”
I shiver. “What's that from?”
She flashes me the cover but it’s nothing I recognized. “I think it’s interesting that there have always been stories of other beings living secretly among us.”
Stories…They are only stories. I latch on to the notion and let my dark thoughts go. “You know in one of the Merlin stories, his mother is a noble woman and his father is a sea-demon. Does that make him one of the Nephilim?”
She quirks her mouth as she considers the question. “I think that would make him a hybrid but if Merlin's grandfather were one of the angels sent to earth, then his sea-demon father would be. Listen, he goes on to say, 'Though the purer in blood certainly know who they are and go to great lengths to hide their heritage as they rule the masses, there are others who live today with lesser angelic gifts that never suspect their true heritage'.”
I snort. “Their true heritage? What’s that supposed to mean?”
She fixes me with a steady gaze. “That they are of angelic decent.”
I grin. “Oh, right…and these 'lesser angelic gifts'?”
She offers me a sly smile. “Well I think he's talking about having psychic and magical abilities.” Her smile stretches with a Cheshire cat’s grin.
I cock a look at her. “Hmmm, really? Magical abilities? You mean like yours?”
She laughs. “Now that’s funny. And I was just thinking about your psychic abilities.” She puts a finger to her lips. “Hmm, I wonder, could you be of angel blood?”
I throw a pillow at her. She catches it and fires it back at me. “Right back at you psychic!”
I laugh. “That's hilarious.”
Her bright eyes flash. “Really in days of yore…”
I burst out laughing, “Days of yore?”
She nods, her voice becoming serious. “In olden times you would have been hung as a witch.”
“Olden times?” I laugh loud. “Really? In olden times?”
“You would have.”
“Really? Hung? How do you know? Why not burned or drowned? Why hung?”
“All I'm saying is that if anyone here is an angel-hybrid candidate, it’s you.”
“Yeah right.” I throw the pillow back and it bounces off her head.
“Really! You are the most gifted psychic I know.” She glances back down at the magazine, “Nearly every early human race has an account in its legends of tall, wonderful strangers of amazing skill, who came to their land in ancient times and taught their great-ancestors everything they needed to know like the healing arts, divination, weapon making and even the art of war. While the modern trend is to attribute these influences to aliens, our many-greats-grandparents had no doubt that they had walked and spoken with gods and the children of the gods.”
I snort. “And who were these gods?”
“The angels and the jinn?” She shrugs. “And their half-human descendants and of course whatever creature you could conceive when you cross a magical being with a bird, beast, and reptile or fish.”
“A fish?” I smirk. “Really?”
She tips her head as she narrows her eyes. “Sounds like a lesser fey to me.”
I draw a loud breath and draw my thoughts in. “I think it sounds like Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.”
She looks at me. “What do you mean?”
“Well, her central theme is that only women are capable of creation, and that when men try it, it goes monstrously wrong.”
There's a rap on the door and we both turn to watch as it creaks open to reveal Mom standing in the doorway. I look at Anna. She looks young and innocent dressed in light-blue flannel pajamas with her face naked and her hair caught up in a knot on top of her head. She looks years younger than she does when she's made-up for the day. I am also striped of makeup, not that I ever wear very much, and sitting there in my faded pajamas makes me feel like I'm a little kid again.
“I see you made-up the futon.” Mom looks at Anna. “Don't you think you would be more comfortable in the guestroom?”
Anna smiles. “Rachel made me a lovely nest. I'm sure it will be very cozy. Thank you for letting me stay over.”
“No problem, I just hope you get everything worked out.” Mom draws back out into the hall. “I made cookies. They are still hot if you want some.”
I sit up. “Chocolate chip?”
She nods as her smile grows brighter. “They are on the counter.” She blinks at us. “Anna, do you have everything you need?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Well, if you change your mind, there is the guestroom.” She turns, hand on the door. “Oh, and towels are in the bathroom closet. Help yourself.”
When the door closes Anna and I look at each other and giggle. “Race you to the kitchen,” I say.