Crossfire.6

Anna
As we sat in the house, I felt exceedingly depressed. Not only had my brothers murderer escaped, he had also taunted me and almost killed me.
See? Depressing.
Ryan was helping, though.
Ryan, with his slightly tanned skin, dark black hair and brown eyes. He looked strong and tough, yet he could be gentle and kind. He was comforting me. It had been a long time since something like that had happened. When had I last been comforted? It must've been a good hundred and fifty years ago or something. Well, not including my brother.
No. I refused to become saddened by it. He was strong for me, and so I shall be strong now that he cannot be.
"How come the demon didn't die when I stabbed him?" He asked, confused.
"Certain demons can only be wounded by stabbing them - unless the knife is made of lead or gold, in which case you can kill them with it. Otherwise you can only kill them by stabbing them in the heart or chopping their head off - sometimes all you have to do is slit their throat and they die.The only other way to kill them is to burn them." I told him.
He nodded, and we sat in a comfortable silence for a little while.
As I was beginning to feel myself again, he asked the question I'd been dreading.
"What was the rhyme about?"
I shuddered slightly, hating the words the demon had chosen, even though they were stuck in my head. I looked at him, trying to think of a way to avoid the question. But I couldn't, not really. I would simply be avoiding what had happened. There was no way to avoid it. So I simply told him.
"It was about my brother.
Where one goes, the other must follow. Alec was my twin, but also my best friend. Where I went, he went. Where he went, I went. It was as simple as that.
"He died, remember? That was what the next line was about. 'Into death, down to our den'." my voice caught slightly at the word death. "And hell? The demons call it 'The den.'" I paused, sadly. I felt depressed all over again. "He was implying that Alec had become a demon." My voice caught again, and I had to bite my hand to avoid choking on the words.
Ryan was sat opposite me on the sofa, but he fetched me a glass of water and gave it to me before sitting opposite me again.
"Don't worry." he whispered.
I drank, and I felt better. The water allowed me to speak again. But I could still feel the lump in my throat.
I calmed down. Slightly.
"You don't have to say anything else about it, if you don't want to." He said, with a small comforting smile.
I shook my head. "No. I have to accept it." I paused, catching my breath. "I'm not sure about the next line. 'Where one resides the other reaches'. It doesn't make much sense to me.
"'Until they fall as hollow ones' - I understand this one though. Fallen angels are called "Hollow Ones'." I paused, thinking for a moment.
"When an angel turns to evil and wickedness, hurting humans instead of helping them, their feathers begin to wither and die and slowly drop off, revealing leathery bat wings underneath. These wings, at first, are simply bone, and are unable to support the fallen. So when the fallen is pushed from heaven and falls through the clouds to Earth..." I brought one hand down onto the other in a 'smack' motion.
"Dead. Problem solved." I considered. "Usually. Sometimes they survive." I shrugged.
"So when he said fall like hollow ones..." Ryan asked, his expression horrified - most likely by the casual way I had discussed the death of the fallen.
"He meant I fall to Earth, I think. Maybe with broken wings, maybe not." I whispered.