Ava found herself in her living room, watching TV. She did not feel like having a soundless house. It was enough for her mind to bring her back to the night before. Seeing herself going savage on someone that she had once thought of as a friend. If it was not for Azrael and David, she would not know how she felt about taking the man’s life. She could not even bring herself to think about the friend’s name. “What have I done,” she gasped at herself. When she knew that there was no one there to talk to her. Other than the movie that was being played before her, “Ghost.” It was the thing that was helping to allow the tears to leak out. “I wish for school to be over.” She shook her head, trying to fight off the images in her head. “Why can’t he have been someone I didn’t know?!” She felt her fingers ranking into her hair, pulling. She wanted the images to stop. “STOP,” she cried out. “WHY CAN’T THESE IMAGES STOP!” “They will, in time,” stated an elderly woman’s voice.
A couple of weeks had passed since David was introduced to Mavis Jones. Along with the shopping for the prom had also passed, meaning it was the night of the prom. Which the two men had agreed to treat the two young women like the princesses that they deserve to be. They took them to a well know Italian restaurant in Spokane, Olive Garden. A place that they had heard Mavis talked about a few times. At the dance. The two men glanced at each of the dancing couples, it was something that they had not seen in an age. At least not since the days of balls and formalities. Every man: including themselves, were in three-piece suits. While the women were in layers of dresses, some even thinner than most. Including a variety of colors that they have not seen before. David leaned into Azrael and whispered, “And here I thought that the things I’ve learned from Mavis were a glorious torture. Seeing these mortals dance, you must wonder if new life would be making an appearance in a
Three nights after the prom, Azreal lead Ava to the police station. Where he had gone and packed up his things. He no longer thought it was a good idea to work for the local police department. Not when he had to act like a diled down person. Instead of someone with great power. When they had reached the lockerroom, it was where they had met Hank. Azreal’s human partner, while they were walking the streets of Spokane. Hank turned to Azreal with a raised eyebrow. “Something told me that you would sneak in, and pack up and leave.” He then glanced over towards Ava. “How are you doing, misses?” Ava smiled, “I am doing better, thanks Hank.” Just as Azreal had packed everything in a dark duffle bag. One of the other officers came in. “You three are called into the chief’s office, now.” The three looked at each other, before they made their way into the chief’s office. Where they saw him pacing behind his desk. The three took a chance to look at each other. Before they l
Azreal walked out of the Federal Building in a controlled anger. Ever since he heard Ava was being pulled from his side, he wanted to hit something or even someone. Mainly, he wanted to knock Michael's good looking face off. He was only too happy to know that Ava has not fallen for his looks. He would have been sad if she had, but not angry. He would never be angry with her. Azreal could never find it in himself to be angry with her. She was full of life. While he was he was full of nothing but death. It was all he ever knew. "I was half expecting that you would knock that guy down," stated Hank with a bit of a bark. “Believe me Hank, I am still thinking about it…” His tone was dark. “Good,” stated the thin assistant. I almost want to do it myself. “I don’t always go for the people alone. Someone was the supplier. Someone with leads, someone to take these drugs off of the Birt.” “There is a lot of technology, along,” I supplied. Things needed to be moved regardl
Azreal was missing his wife dearly. He kissed her, feeling her body to heat up. He loved how he could cause her to come alive, under his attention. His lips molded her with hers. His hands glided around her, bringed her closer to him. Only for him to feel her body to heat up. As he explored her, he had managed to take her clothes off he went. Not paying attention that she had done the same with him. He picked her up by her butt and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling her core over his rod, where he could nearly enter. He kept kissing her massaging her butt, feeling her relaxed. Juat before he made walked to their bed and placed her in the middle. He hoved over her, kissed her from her lips, neck and made his way down. Warshipping and taking his time with his wife. He felt her shiver and quiver under his kissing decorations on her body. “Beautiful,” he told her softly. His final kiss in the inside thigh, as he nudge her legs open. She opened her legs wide for him
“She was an angel like creature. Sent to earth to help others,” stated a woman. Who was speaking with another woman, in the basement of an Alaskan house in the woods. A twelve-year-old girl was sitting on the stairs. Overhearing her aunt and her mother talking. “This can’t be true,” gasped her mother’s voice. “I don’t believe you.” “As a Wiccan, June. I really can’t lie about this.” “But you’re still a witch.” The girl knew that her mother was trying to keep her voice down. She could still hear the undertone of yelling from her harsh words. “Ava is special, June.” “Don’t you think I don’t know that,” hissed June. “But she’s, my daughter.” “Stop hissing at my wife, June. I know that you’re step-sisters, but it doesn’t give you the right to yell at her,” stated a deep voice of her uncle. Ava Miller was brought to Alaska by her mother. She seemed to be running from everything that they knew or cared about. All due to the young girl’s fear that came from the
Age 20 Ava Miller found herself in her bedroom of her Washington home. Four miles outside of Deer Park. T’was the night of her twentieth birthday. Lying on her bed. “I wish I wasn’t in high school. I’m done being bullied.” “It’s not going to get much better,” a faraway voice answered. Causing Ava to jump out of her bed and look around. She knew her mother’s voice. The voice did not belong to her. It was more like an elder woman that she had never heard before. “Ava.” “Who's there?” She could not for the life of her. Find where the voice was coming from. She did not have any technology that would cause a voice to pop out of nowhere. ‘So where is this voice?’ An elderly sounding woman sighed, “Oh Ava. We haven’t talked since you were eight years old.” Making Ava’s brain to work overdrive. ‘Eight?’ Then she remembered a time. Back when she was living in the countryside. Just twelve miles south of Colville, Washington. “Grandmother Willow?” “Yes, child.” “
Dream Walker: it is when someone, who is able to walk through dreams, other worlds, or even other realms. One who dream walks is someone who seeks answers to problems. Also known as a vision quest. “Well, I’m not a young man trying to prove that I’m a warrior.” Spirit Walkers: a spiritual leader who mediators between the spirit world and man. “But I’m not a Shaman.” A voice called out from behind her. “You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.” Ava’s eyes popped open. ‘Am I really hearing this right?’ She looked towards the ghost and asked, “I’m a shapeshifter?” Willow’s l