Awaakan – June 30th, 2012

11:04 AM

Lyle walked along the side of the bluff, singing to himself and occasionally kicking a rock to tumble down below. The bottle swinging carelessly from his hand was about two-thirds empty. He was happily mangling a Beatles song when he caught sight of someone laying near the abandoned storage facility.

He swigged another gulp, then started walking over to get a better look. As he came down the path, the bottle fell from his fingers and rolled down, coming to rest by a hubcap. He stumbled over and dropped to his knees, feeling for a pulse. He placed his hands to start doing compressions before realization penetrated his fogged mind. He fumbled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“She’s dead,” he babbled. “She’s dead she’s really dead.”

“Lyle? Is that you?”

“At Mel’s storage. She’s dead. Send somebody, she’s dead she’s really dead,” he kept repeating.



Awaakan : Prologue

Ice coated blades of grass crunched beneath his bare feet as he ran.  He kept the moon on his left, praying that if he kept going in the same direction he’d eventually run into a road or trail that would take him to safety.  Isaac stumbled to a halt, catching himself on a tree.  Thankfully, it wasn’t far below freezing, though the air was cold enough to stab at his lungs.  Barefoot and wearing nothing but tattered jeans, he needed to find shelter.

Unfortunately, that was the least of his problems.  Isaac surveyed the darkness behind him.  The moonlight reflected off the icy ground.  He wasn’t sure if it were April, or still March.  He looked down, and let out a few curses.  The frozen ground had opened cuts on his feet, and he was leaving a trail of bloody footprints.

A twig snapped.  Isaac shook his head as he grimaced and started moving again.  The twig had snapped for no reason other than his pursuer wanted Isaac to know he was there.

There, ahead, lights.  A thorn cut a shallow gash in his arm as Isaac pushed his way through the brush.  His feet nearly slid out from under him as he stumbled onto the icy concrete of the parking lot.  The lights were headlights.  A security vehicle.

“What the…?”  An older man in a guard uniform was coming toward him.  The guard started drawing a sidearm.  “Are you alright?”

“Please…”  Isaac kept moving.  He’d made it three steps out of the woods when a hand came down on his shoulder and halted his progress.  He tried to twist away, and was yanked back.  Another hand wrapped around his head and clamped down over his mouth.  The hand on his shoulder shifted to grab his wrist and twist his arm up behind him.

The guard blinked in confusion.  “Sir?”  The sidearm was still half draw.

“Just a trespasser.”  His captor’s voice was calm.  Isaac began struggling in the man’s grip.

“A tress –” The guard started shaking his head.

“A trespasser.”  The man’s voice was firm.  “Just a trespasser getting what trespassers deserves.  Don’t worry about it.”

Isaac’s eyes widened in terror as the guard gave a blank nod before sliding the sidearm back into its holster.  “Don’t worry about it.  Just a trespasser getting what trespassers deserve.”

He thrashed in the man’s iron grip and tried shouting protests through the hand clamped over his mouth as he was dragged back into the woods.

Gabriel : Chapter 4

“You alright?”  Gabriel put a hand on Micheals’ shoulder.

“So…”  Michaels nodded.  “Werewolves are real.”  He shrugged.  “That one I sort of expected after the whole…”  He gave a small shiver.  “Whatever that other one was though…”

“Michaels?”  Gabriel crouched next to him.

“She was in my damn head, Gabe.  I couldn’t fucking move.  If Erilon hadn’t…”  He exhaled.  “Holy shit, I never thought I’d be grateful I let a demon ride shotgun sometimes.”  He shrugged.  “Thanks Erilon.”

Nobody fucks with my pets.

“What was she?”  Gabriel raised an eyebrow, glancing around to make sure no one could hear them.  The corpse had already been loaded.  As far as their boss knew, all that had happened was Michaels had rounded the corner just in time to see the woman get hit.  He’d given Gabriel permission to take Michaels home and deal with the paperwork later.

A witch.  Not just a little spark like Laura is now, but full on.  Real deal.  And that’s not something we need to go playing around with, pet.

“And the other one?”

Michaels is right.  Werewolf.  One of the little ones, on par with a thrall, or maybe a younger vamp at most.

“Those things get…”  Michaels blinked.  “That was a little one?”

Think about investing in some silver.  I can probably walk Laura through the process of making them effective against the big ones.

“Shooting them works?”  Michaels raised an eyebrow.

Done properly, yes.  Actually, it works on witches, too.

“Alright then.”  Michaels grinned.  “Finally.  The pawnshop sells silver, and I’ve got a casting kit already.  Handgun work, or should we go for rifle?  Or shotgun, cause pellets would be easy.”

“You sound a bit more enthusiastic about this than I would have thought.”  Gabriel stood, and pulled Michaels to his feet.

“I can’t leap buildings or throw cars at people…”  Michaels shrugged.  “But I was a Marine.  Shooting the fuck out of something I can do.”

“Sidekick Man to the rescue.”  He chuckled as he headed toward their car.

“Damn straight.”  Michaels fell into step with him.