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Blog Hop: The Writing Process

I’ve been dragged kicking and screaming into writing this and I’m not entirely sure I’m even qualified to talk about writing much less give writing advice, but here I am.

I got tagged by MixedUpPainter and Murphy. They’re the ones that keep pestering me to do this. Apparently I write good things.

 

Blog Hop Rules:  
Answer the four questions below, link back to the person who invited you, and link to the people who will be posting the following Monday.

 

1. What am I working on?

 

This is a tough question for me because I’ve got so many rods in the fire that I’m struggling with the balance. Here’s what I’m currently working on:

Marlowe in Blue:

I’m really working hard to start writing more posts for this one, not only because I love the world I created with Marlowe and Blueville, but because I left all my characters in some very interesting situations. Writing for Marlowe is especially a challenge because its first person as it’s happening to Marlowe.

Hunting with Grace:

Grace is currently in progress. I’m working on a time line for her. I have so many characters that I’m bringing in to her world and I’ve yet to figure out who’s really pulling all the shenanigans. This one started out as a “What song can I use in a short” kind of dare that just exploded from there.

Unnamed Novel:

Yeah, I’m keeping this one to myself. It is however, another “let’s see what this will do if I do this and this” to a character.

 

2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?

 

I don’t think I have a genre. If I were, I’d have to say Urban Paranormal. In which case I differ because all of my characters have real lives while they’re trying to deal with whatever crap I throw at them. In some cases it means going to work while someone is trying to kill you, because hey, you’ve got to eat if you’re going to live.

I also try to follow the Joss Wheadon school of writing: Go dark, go sad but for fuck’s sake, tell a joke.

I’m really good at it, according to Murphy.

 

3. Why do I write what I write?

 

I’m really sick of heroines that don’t have lives of their own. The problem comes up and all of a sudden, it’s all they can think about. Really? Who does that in real life? Sure, people think about it, but they still have to go to work anyway.

I’m also pissed that heroines give up everything for a man. Any man. My heroines? Well they’ve got the man, but now they’re focused on the kind of grown up problems that come with having the man and a sorceress that just loves fucking with their lifestyle. Children? Yep, I have them too because guess what? Real life doesn’t mean ignoring the kids either. I’ve found that including them means I have a much more expansive and real world that gives a lot of danger to it when someone’s life is threatened.

 

4. How does your writing process work?

 

I have this bag. I love the bag. Into the bag I’ve tossed every single idea I’ve ever had. It all gets written down on a card and folded over, then tossed in to the bag. Whenever I’m short for an idea, I reach in to the bag, grab a couple, and try to figure out how to put them into a story.

There are photos, one line sentences, entire paragraphs, and even just lists of crap that can be found in an adventurer’s bag.

Where do I find these ideas? I keep a stack of note cards with me where ever I go. When I see something or hear something that’s funny, I write it down, stuff it in to my pocket or purse, then into the bag it goes when I get home.

I’m part pantser, part planner.

Once I get an idea from my pants, I start writing. Then I plan. Especially if I have a good enough idea that’s kept me interested and made me want to see it through to the end.

Then there’s the music. I’ll grab anything. Hard rock, classical, movie sound tracks, string metal – As long as it fits what I’m writing, I’ll listen to it. Marlowe’s soundtrack is a little all over the place, considering where her life is right now, I’m not really surprised. Grace has been all classic rock from the 60s, 70s and 80s.

All of that goes in to the writing process which also includes walking around my bedroom and muttering lines until I get the right ones worked out. If a scene is giving me trouble, you can bet I’m walking and saying lines. I probably should have been an actor, but I’m shy and suffer from stage fright badly.

 

I guess that’s it. I’m sure I’m forgetting something, but if you have any questions you can drop me a line at marloweinblueville@gmail.com

 

Thanks to Jess and Murphy for tagging me.

 

I’m now tagging Raggedy Author, who can be found here and here.

I’m also tagging Sushimustwrite. She can be found here and here.

 
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Posted by on April 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Bad Day

Grace struggled to wake up hours later. She realized that it was raised voices outside of her door that woke her. With a groan she reached over and pulled a knife out of her nightstand. With a flick of her wrist, she flung it at the door and it hit the door with a solid thunk.

The people outside her door suddenly went silent. Grace smiled to herself as she listened to the knife vibrate in the door. Rolling back over, she tucked the covered around her shoulders and snuggled down in to the bed. Grace wasn’t aware that someone had entered the room until the bed dipped behind her. She was up and had a knife in her hand before the person knew what to do.

“Whoa! Grace Ann! It’s me,” Gabriel said.

Grace shook her head and pulled the knife back from Gabriel’s throat. With a sigh, she collapsed back in to bed, arm over her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Gabe?”

“I missed you?”

Grace lifted her arm and looked at him. He had a sheepish smile on his face.

“Michael sent you.”

Gabriel snorted. “You were always able to suss out what happened without my telling you. Why do you bother asking anymore?”

“It gives people a chance to lie to me. That way, I know who I can trust.”

Gabriel laughed and laid down next to Grace after taking the knife out of her hand and putting it on the nightstand. Grace pulled the covers over the both of them and sighed.

“I assume he told you what happened?”

“I can’t believe you shot him.”

“He had me by the throat. I had to shoot him.”

Gabe went still. Grace heard him snap his fingers and the lights came on. She sighed as he pulled the covers down and took a look at her neck. Grace knew the bruises were still there.

“I’d have killed him,” Gabriel said softly.

“I can’t kill him yet. I still need him. As do you.”

Gabriel growled softly and Grace opened her eyes.

“It’s done. It’s over with. You can help me kill him after we’re done using him.”

Gabriel was nowhere near mollified with that, but he ducked his head down and kissed her. Grace sighed and pulled him closer, hooking a leg around his.

“I missed you,” Gabriel murmured in to her ear when they broke apart. “I wasn’t lying about that part.”

“I know,” Grace said as she hooked another leg around him and rolled them both over so she was on top. “Did Sloane let you in?”

Yes,” Gabriel rolled them back over and kissed her, then whispered in to her ear; “Wanna pretend we’re in Reno?”

Grace laughed. “We killed the bed, destroyed a nightstand and pissed off our entire floor, almost getting us kicked out.”

“I know what happened, I was there. That’s not an answer, through.”

Grace nuzzled his neck. “I’ve got things to do today. I can’t spend it in bed with you, as much as I want to.”

Gabriel slid his hand up her thigh and gripped her hip. “Who said anything about the whole day?”

Grace rolled her hips up and snickered when Gabriel groaned. “I know you.”

“You’re wicked,” he said and slid her shirt up while kissing her shoulder.

“Demon,” She said while sitting up far enough so Gabriel could get her shirt off. There was a crash after he tossed it to the side and it took out a lamp.

Grace laughed and Gabriel looked up, giving her a smile before claiming her nipple and sucking on it, rolling it between his lips.

Grace gasped and it ended with a laugh. “Ooh, you wicked Angel.”

Gabriel laughed and looked up at her. “Says the not-quite-a-demon,”

“I would know, wouldn’t I?” Grace said with a grin as she yanked off his shirt and tossed it to the other side. There was another crash and Gabriel laughed. “What?”

“I wonder what’s going to break when I lose my pants.”

“Lets find out.” Grace said and she slid her hand down, tugging on the button of his jeans.

Gabriel grinned and tugged her hands away from his jeans. “No yet.”

Grace whined a little in her throat and it ended with a moan as Gabriel claimed her other nipple.

“Gabe,” she sighed and threaded her hands through his hair.

Gabriel slid his hands over Grace, touching and testing her response. He followed his hands down her body, tugging off her panties and tossing them aside as soon as he got them down her legs. Her body was tingling everywhere he touched. Grace bit back another whine and wrapped a leg around Gabriel, pulling him close.

“Gabe,” Grace said.

Gabriel chuckled. “Grace, patience.”

Grace sighed as he ran his hands over her legs. She shivered.

“Never had any.”

“I know, but you’re going to need to find some.”

Before Grace could make a comment, Gabriel moved forward and dipped his head between her legs and she could feel his breath on her sex. As he licked and nibbled, Grace arched up and moaned, wrapping a leg around his shoulders. Gabriel winces when she dug her fingers into his hair, but kept going. When he slid a finger in to her, then two, she moaned louder and shivered again as she climaxed with a gasp.

Gabriel laughed as she moved up her body.

“Don’t say it, just lose your pants.”

“That was fast,” Gabriel said as he kissed her.

“I missed you too,” she said as she kissed him back and slid her hand down his chest.

Gabriel moaned against her lips when Grace pushed her hand in to his pants and under his boxers before gripping him tight.

“You win.”

“I always do. Lost the pants.”

Gabriel pushed his pants over his hips with Grace’s help and when he tossed them over his shoulder, they hit the dresser and scattered everything on top. Grace laughed and rolled over, opening the nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom before tossing it to him. Gabriel looked at her.

“I’m not having what I’m trying to be. Dress that solider and let’s go to war.”

Gabriel laughed and with a wink, opened the package and took the condom out. As he rolled it on, Grace got up and crawled over to him. She pulled up to meet his lips while kneeling. Gabriel pulled her close by her hips and nudged her legs apart as they fell backwards.

They landed with a laugh. Grace nudged Gabriel closer, wrapping her legs around his hips and kissing him. He kissed her back, adjusting himself so he could slide in to her. They both moaned, but Grace was the first to move. She lifted her hips up and rocked them against Gabriel, who gripped her hips. He took the hint and started moving against her.

Grace arched back, digging her nails in to his shoulders. Her body was still tingling from her earlier orgasm and building for a new one. Gabriel gritted his teeth as his as built inside of him. His own legs quivered against hers as they rocked with each other, rolling across the bed till Grace was on top. As she moved on top of him, Gabriel groaned.

“You’ll kill me yet,” he panted.

“Mm.. not trying.”

Grace sped up and he surprised her by rubbing her clit in time with the way she was moving. When her eyes flew opened and looked down at him, he grinned up at her and rolled them over. His hand was still on her button as he sped up, his orgasm building. Grace groaned and wrapped her legs around him, letting her head press back in to the pillow as each thrust brought her closer to falling over the cliff with him.

As they raced together, Gabriel started murmuring her name over and over again. Grace gasped out his and stiffened, going over the peak. Gabriel tumbled after her a minute later and dropped his head to her shoulder. He was panting as hard as she was. After a minute, Gabriel rolled off her and got rid of the condom.

When he came back to bed after cleaning up, Grace opened up her arms and cuddled him close. They lay like that, catching their breath together. Eventually Grace yawned and looked down at Gabriel.

“A hundred years. Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?”

“Never,” he whispered in to her ear as they fell asleep together.

 

Gabriel was the first one to wake later that afternoon. He looked down at Grace who was in his arms and smiled. He eased out of bed after his bladder demanded relief and was on his way back to bed when Grace woke. She sat up and smiled at him.

“Hey.”

“Hey back,” he said from the end of the bed.

Grace pushed her hair back away from her face and looked at the time. Yawning, she pushed out of bed. Gabriel frowned at her. She caught the frown out of the corner of her eye and laughed.

“I’m not getting back in to bed. I have things to do today, remember?” she said as she walked in to the bathroom, stopping to wiggle her butt at Gabriel. “if you’re coming, you might as well shower with me.”

Gabriel grinned and followed her in to the bathroom. “I like where your mind goes.”

When they emerged later, laughing and wet, they found Henry entering the room. He turned bright red and slammed the door shut. Gabriel burst in to laughter.

“Oh dear. Poor Henry.”

“Poor Henry? He just got a show from the both of us without paying for it!”

Grace snickered as she made her way to her closet, picking up discarded clothing along the way before dumping it in to the basket just outside of her closet. Gabriel followed her in to the closet and goosed her as she hunted for clothes. Slapping his chest and thrusting clothes at him, Grace kicked him out of the closet while she dressed. He whined and pouted the whole way, but Gabriel went out and got dressed.

Grace emerged from the closet clad in jeans and a t-shirt. She carried her shoes to the chaise and sat down, pulling on the sock that she had tucked in to the shoes before leaving the closet. The chucks weren’t the most practical of training shoes, but with Gabriel here, she might not need to train with Henry today.

Gabriel whistled when Grace bent to strap a knife to her leg and smoothed her jeans over the blade. Grace wiggled her butt at him and stood up straight.

“Come on. I’m hungry and I need to check on Henry.”

“Can’t we just go back to bed?” Gabriel asked.

“No, you letch. I have to take inventory of the weapons room and call Father O’Brian,” Grace said over her shoulder as she walked out of the room.

Gabriel followed. “Oh yeah? He’s still alive?”

“Yeah and as feisty as ever. His congregation took out a were pack a couple of months ago. He’s been recovering ever since,” Grace caught Gabriel’s look of concern. “Shoulder slash. No bad damage. I sent Sloane to take care of it.”

“How’s my favorite doing?” he asked as they made their way downstairs.

“She’s restless. I have a feeling that she’s going to start demanding to go on more hunts after she finishes school.”

“That’s going to be trouble.”

“I know. I’ve planned for it, or at least, I hope I have.”

“Wanna let me in?” Gabriel asked as they walked in to the kitchen.

There was no one there, so Grace pulled out all the makings for a couple of omelets.

“Ham and green pepper still?” Grace asked as she turned on the skillet.

“Hard to change a habit. Hand over the peppers. I’ll clean and wash.”

Grace handed them over and the two worked in near silence as they made breakfast together. Just as they were sitting down to eat, Henry walked in. When he saw them his cheeks turned bright red.

“Sorry about this morning. Sloane told me to check on you. Said that Gabriel had arrived,” Henry said as he sat down. “she also wanted me to tell you that he passed the password check.”

“I knew that, he wouldn’t be in the house if he hadn’t. The wards in the foundation won’t allow anyone to enter the house if they don’t know the password or intend to harm anyone inside.”

Gabriel grunted in assent around a mouthful of omelette. Henry nodded.

“So what’s the plan for today?”

“First? Food. Have you eaten?” Grace asked.

“Yeah. Earlier. Sloan made french toast.”

“Good. Then you’re going to train with Gabriel today. Hand to hand and sword if there’s time,” Grace said as she shoveled more omelette in to her mouth and chewed. She swallowed before speaking again. “I have to take inventory of the weapons room and call Father O’Brian for more blessed silver. Sloan says we’re nearly out.”

“Okay.” Henry said.

Grace pushed away her empty plate and looked at Henry. “I know I haven’t given you much of a chance to take all of this in, but you’re doing pretty well. Are you sure you’re not freaking out and just too scared to say anything?”

“It’s okay if you are, Henry. We won’t judge you,” Gabriel added.

“It’s a lot to take in, that’s for sure. But,” he paused. “Everything you’ve said would happen has happened. You haven’t lied to me about anything so far. I’ve seen things down in the Arena too that make all this, more preferable to being there.”

Grace nodded. “Any time you have trouble with anything, you need to speak up. I will not have you going through a mental break down in the middle of a job. Understand?”

Henry nodded. “Understood.”

“Good. Now that Gabriel has finished eating, he’ll take you to the training room. It was the old ballroom.”

Gabriel nodded and rose from his chair at the table. He clapped a hand on Henry’s shoulder.

“Come with me if you want to live.”

Henry gave Gabriel a wan smile and followed him out. Grace chuckled as she placed all the dishes in the sink for her housekeeper and made he way to the weapons room. Stepping in to the room, Grace smiled at what she saw. Sloane was at a table in the center of the room, polishing a broadsword that Grace had used to decapitate a vampire nearly ninety years ago.

“Ah, Edgar the truly disappointing. He wasn’t that much of a vampire without his head.”

Sloan gasped and spun around to glare at Grace.

“Not funny. I’m on edge. I can feel something building.”

Grace frowned. “Your mother had that power. She said she always knew when trouble was brewing. Said she could see if in her dreams.”

“Well I think I’m coming in to more of my gifts, because the dreams are getting stronger. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about last night,” Sloane said as she pushed out the chair opposite her.

Sloane studied Grace’s ease and smile, then shook her head.

“You’re going to get in to trouble for banging that Angel.”

“That Angel has been my friend and constant companion for nearly a hundred years. Watch your words carefully,” Grace warned.

“You’re in love with Michael, who doesn’t want you. Gabriel loves you, but you don’t love him. Not that way, not yet at least. Himself’s Son professes his love, but you used it to break the binding.”

Grace sighed. “You’ve been reading the chronicles again, haven’t you?”

“You don’t tell me nearly enough to satisfy my curiosity.”

Grace made her decision then. “You start training with Gabriel today go to the ballroom.”

Sloane’s head snapped up. “You mean it?”

Grace nodded. “I can’t keep you here forever. You will finish school first though.”

Sloane nodded, but Grace could tell she was going to practically bounce out of her chair.

“Go, Gabriel is training with Henry too.”

“Not yet. I still need to go over inventory with you.”

Grace sighed. “When was it last taken?”

“Right after the boys left. I was pissed and needed something to do,” Sloane said as she put down the sword and pulled out a notebook

“Okay. Hit me.”

“The boys took a box of flares, two flare guns, two bang rods, four 9mm pistols,” Sloane said as she flipped the papers “One Glock, two Sigs and a Smith and Wesson.”

“What? No Remington?”

“They took one of the rifles, but it was a Winchester.”

Grace sighed. “Well at least they were well prepared.”

“They also took four boxes of ammo for each gun.”

Grace rubbed a hand over her neck. “Okay. Anything else?”

“Yeah, besides the blessed silver? We’re low on yew stakes, rosaries, and gunpowder.”

“Have Alan cut another Yew tree for the stakes. He and his brother can do the initial carving for us. I’ll place the orders for the rest today after I speak with Father O’Brian.”

“Alan’s on vacation this week. We’re not likely to need the stakes any time soon. I’ll have him cut it when he gets back. We will need lamb’s blood though. There’s a nasty Djinni in Vegas attracting a lot of attention,” Sloane said as she got up from the table and handed over the lists.

“Fucking wonderful. That’ll make Cooper happy.”

Sloane grinned. “I’ve already alerted him and the Council wants to talk to you about making Eden in to a Haven.”

“It already is, just not for what they want it to be. I’ll take care of it,” Grace said as she flipped through the pages. “Thank you, by the way.”

“You’re welcome,” Sloane said as she slipped out of the room.

Grace was left alone to make her calls. The first one was not to Father O’Brian. It was too late to call him. She’d have to wait until three am to make that call. Grace walked to her office at the back of the weapons room and entered with her list. Bookshelves that were packed lined every wall of the room and a huge oak desk dominated the center with a matching chair. Grace turned on the lights and pulled the chair out. She sat down, list in hand and sighed.

“You’re going to end up in an early grave if you keep it bottled up inside.”

Grace yelped and threw the letter opener at Michael who appeared in one of the two chairs that were on the opposite side of her desk. He caught it easily and look at her.

“Damn it, Michael! I knew putting your name on the foundation was going to be trouble.”

“Yet you still haven’t changed it.”

“It’s a pain in the ass to chisel something out of the foundation in the basement.”

“No it isn’t. You’re still hoping I’ll come visit.”

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I missed you.”

Grace studied him. “You’re a terrible liar. Which is surprising.”

Michael sighed. “You believed Gabriel when he told you.”

“Gabriel tells me all the time. You don’t. I hear the words from him that I want to hear from you.”

Michael looked at her reproachfully. “I told you I can’t explain why I can’t be what he is to you.”

“Then this has to stop. I can’t keep loving you and getting rejected. My heart isn’t strong enough anymore,” Grace said as she sat back in her chair, eyes downcast and wet.

“Do not cry. I couldn’t handle it if you cried.”

“Then you shouldn’t make me cry.”

Michael rubbed a hand over his face. “I’ll be right back.”

He left in his usual fashion, there one second, gone the next. Grace sighed and picked up the phone. She called The Hunter’s cell phone first, left a message when no one answered. The Wanderer was the same thing. Grace was about to call The Librarian when Michael reappeared.

“I can’t love you because I’ve been bound.”

Grace dropped the phone, in shock. “Bound? Bound to who?”

Michael sighed. “Your daughter.”

Grace sat back and stared at Michael. “You mean to tell me that all this time you’ve known what’s going to happen between us and couldn’t say anything until I pushed you to go away?”

Michael nodded.

“You prick.”

His head snapped up and fire lit in his eyes. “I’m bound. I can’t do anything about it. I didn’t want to be bound, but He did it anyway. I cannot refuse His order.”

“Then why not say anything until now? You could have said you were bound to someone else instead of giving me hope!”

“I tried, but you’re so stubborn and you know I can’t lie.”

“Won’t. You won’t lie. There’s a difference!” Grace said as she surged forward and pounded a fist on her desk.

“Won’t, then. I won’t lie to save your heart, which I know is breaking. I am not for you, I never was.”

“You had a hundred and fifty-seven years to tell me,” Grace said softly as she sat in her chair again.

“I didn’t know until twenty years after I gave you the order.”

Grace looked up at him. “Is Gabriel bound to me?”

“Yes.”

Grace laughed. “Figures.”

Michael sat back down in the chair across from Grace. “I’m sorry. I’ve always been sorry about all of this.”

“Well, at least it solves one of my problems today.”

“So does that mean-?”

“No. You are not forgiven yet. I need time to think about it and work out my anger,” Grace said, looking at him. “I need to talk to Gabriel as well.”

“He has his own orders.”

“Which became void the second I found out he’s bound to me. I know His Law just as well as you do. You’re the one who taught me.”

Michael groaned. “You’re going to get us in so much trouble.”

“You deserve it.”

Michael eyed her, but Grace was not giving an inch on her position.

“Speaking of bonds: my daughter? A little creepy,” Grace said.

“His orders,” Michael said with a shrug.

“You’re not talking about Sloane, are you?”

Michael shook his head. “No. Not Sloane. Yours and Gabriel’s child.”

“He’s an Angel, I’m a Demon. You know what that would bring.”

“You are not quite a demon.”

“You should be wanting me dead then. Not living.”

Michael sighed. “Despite what you may have heard, I do not hate you for who you are. I hate myself for wanting you when I have no right to hope for what Gabriel has.”

Grace rubbed her temples. “I hate this. I hate how He plays shove a penny with us all like we were toys.”

“I would say it’s more like chess.”

Grace eyed Michael. “Did you just make a joke? Stiff-necked, stick-up-his-arse Michael made a joke?”

Michael sighed and Grace snickered. He studied her.

“You’re not funny.”

“I’m hilarious, you just never appreciated it.”

Michael snorted and Grace decided that she’d had enough of interrogating him, so she dropped a bomb on his brain. She picked up a pen and sketched the symbol that she saw in the church. When she was done, Grace pushed the sketch across the desk.

Michael took it, looking down at it. His eyes widened.

“This is Nathanael’s symbol.”

Grace nodded.

“Oh shit.”

“Bingo.”

“Bring them in.”

“I was just about to put in a call to The Librarian. I called The Hunter and The Wanderer already.”

“No Grace,” Michael said as he stood up, sketch in hand. “Bring them all in. Every single hunter you’ve trained on my orders. Bring them in.”

“You want me to bring twenty hunters in? They’re all out on jobs!”

“Bring them in,” he said, punctuating every word.

“Protect the innocent. That’s our motto. I can’t knowingly bring in every single hunter I’ve trained in the last thirty years! I’d be leaving the whole of the US without any kind of protection!”

“You’ll bring them in or this is going to dissolve in to World War three.”

Gabriel opened the door to the study and walked in with Henry and Sloane in tow.

“I can feel his agitation from across the house,” Gabriel said.

Michael showed him the sketch.

“Hey that’s the symbol that we saw in the church,” Henry said.

Gabriel swore. Grace had never heard that particular phrase in Arabic uttered quite so eloquently.

“Whatever he says to do,” Gabriel said. “You do it. I’ll gather the brothers.”

Michael nodded to Gabriel and he kissed Grace before leaving.

“I’ll be back with them,” Gabriel said and then he was gone.

“Bring them all in, Grace. Every single hunter. We’re going to need them.”

“Okay. I’ll bring them all in.”

“All your spies too,” Michael said. “in both courts.”

Grace winced. “You knew?”

“I’ve always known and admired your tact. Now’s the time to start calling in favors.”

Grace nodded and Michael turned to the two new hunters.

“You’ll train with me while Gabriel’s gone. We’ll need you up to speed faster than usual. Follow me.”

Grace watched Michael leave and then nodded to the two who were staring at her.

“Go. Train. He’s right. We’re going to need you.”

They nodded and left, already looking like a team. Grace smiled. They’d be good together. Grace opened up her drawer and picked up her black book that kept every number for her hunters. It was going to be a long day. Grace turned on her radio and kept it low while she made her calls. While waiting for a hunter to get back to her, she noticed the song on the radio long enough to smile.

“You had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You’re coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day”

 
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Posted by on March 8, 2014 in Grace, Story Time

 

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Grace leaned against her arms as they were propped on top of the guard rail of the bridge just outside of Cadillac, Michigan. She watched the sunset as Henry puked up his lunch on the other side of the bridge. Looking over her shoulder with a smirk, she shook her head and looked back out at the sky.

“You should have listened to me when I told you not to eat the fish at that diner.”

More retching followed before Henry spoke. “Fuck you.”

Grace laughed so hard there were tears in her eyes. She stumbled back to the car, still giggling and plopped herself in the front seat, legs hanging out the side. She leaned back against her hands as she waited for Henry to stop puking. She was humming along with Michael Buble’s version of Home when Henry opened the door and sat down. He groaned as he leaned his head back against the seat and Grace grinned.

“Feel better?”

“Fuck off.”

“Such language.”

“Can we go?”

“Not until you’ve finished puking,” Grace said as she continued to watch the sunset.

“I’m done.”

“No, you’re not.”

Just as Grace finished talking, Henry clutched his stomach and ran for the bridge again. Grace laughed until a yawn interrupted her enjoyment of Henry’s situation. Shaking it off and rolling her shoulders, Grace started the car and turned the radio on. She was settling in behind the wheel when a patrol car came up behind them. Grace sighed and turned the car off again.

Henry was still dry heaving on the side of the bridge when the cop inside the car stepped out and walked up to Grace. She closed the door before the cop asked her to and held her license, the Athlete’s license, the Fury’s registration and insurance papers out the window. He smiled.

“Good to know there’s still some citizens who are willing to follow the law.”

“It makes my life easier,” Grace said with a laugh.

The cop laughed with her. Grace read his name plate and decided that Officer Dillow seemed like a pretty jovial guy. He looked her paperwork over and then flashed his torch over at Henry.

“He drunk?”

“Nope. Got himself in to a bit of a spot with bad diner fish,” Grace said with a grin.

Officer Dillow shuddered. “Poor bastard. He gonna be okay?”

“Well, he’s emptied his stomach three times. I’m assuming he’s almost done since there can’t be anything left in there at this point.”

The officer laughed along with Grace and handed her information back. Grace tucked it into her bag.

“Where you headed?”

“My cousin and I are headed home to Calumet. Family emergency.”

“That’s too bad. I’m sorry to hear that. It would probably be best if you moved along before night fall. This bridge doesn’t have any lights and we’ve had more than a few accidents from people stopping on the bridge.”

“Gotcha. We’ll be off as soon as he gets his stomach under control,” Grace said with a smile for the officer.

Before the officer could keep talking, Henry stumbled his way back to the car. He pulled up short when he saw the patrol car.

“Officer,” he said with a nod.

“Henry get in the car so the officer doesn’t shoot you,” Grace said with a sigh.

Officer Dillow laughed. “I’m not going to shoot him, but I would prefer it if you did get in to the car.”

Henry nodded and climbed in to his side. Grace looked up at the officer.

“You’re all good to go,” the officer said. “Stay away from the diner fish.”

With a wink he was off and walking to his car. Henry groaned and Grace started the car. She was pulling away when the officer got back in to his car and turned off his lights.

“How much farther?”

“About seven hours. Go back to sleep,” Grace said as she pointed the car north.

“Why’d you put this place so far north?”

“I had to have a place where people wouldn’t find it weird that the same family had owned the property for over a hundred years,” Grace said. She stole a glance at Henry, who was pale and sweating in the seat next to her. “I also needed a place where it wouldn’t be odd if that same family named all their first-born daughters Grace.”

Henry shook his head and curled up in the seat tighter. He was shaking again. Grace reached in the back and pulled a blanket from the seat. She tossed it to him and went back to driving.

“Relax. I have indoor plumbing and a brick paved drive way. You’ll be fine. I even have a healer on the property.”

“A healer?”

“Yeah. She’s fifth generation on the property. The family takes care of it while I’m gone. They know who I am and what I’m trying to do,” Grace said as she glanced in the rear view mirror for the fifth time. The officer was following them, she was sure of it.

Grace gunned the engine and whipped around a turn, heading in to a national park. She killed the lights and the engine after hiding the car behind a group of buildings. Henry shot her a look that clearly expressed his annoyance with her. She touched a finger to her lips and dug her gun out of her bag.

Grace left the car quietly, circling around to where she could get a clear view of the road that they just came down. Grace settled in to wait and wasn’t surprised when the cop turned down the lane, lights on and spot light searching for the car. Grace was just about to get up when a hand landed on her shoulder. Another came around and closed off her scream.

“Ssshhhh.. Grace Anne.” Gabriel said.

Grace relaxed and elbowed Gabriel to let go of her. They both couched down and waited while the cop circled the lot and buildings before driving off again. Grace waited until she was sure he was gone before getting up and turning to look at Gabriel.

“Let me guess, Michael?”

Gabriel nodded. “He’s packing a hole in the floor of his office because he can’t talk to you.”

I grinned. “That’ll show him for being a dick and refusing me.”

“That’s Michael,” Gabriel said as he followed Grace down to the car. “Not please tell me you weren’t going to pop that cop?”

Grace stopped and looked at Gabriel. “You’ve never said that before. Not since I turned you and made you one of mine.”

Gabriel’s features dissolved and Luke was standing there. He grabbed Grace by the throat and lifted her off her feet.

“I warned you not to betray me,” he growled.

Grace lifted her gun and shot him. Luke dropped her and she gasped out a breath as he roared in pain.

“You bitch! Those are laced bullets!” Luke howled.

“I always lace my bullets. I never know who’s going to attack me and now that you’ve taken the contract off,” She said as she raised the gun again and fired, hitting him in the forehead.

Luke dropped to his knees, clawing at his face. “I’m going to kill you.”

“No you’re not, lover. You always did like it when I got frisky.”

He glared up at her. “I’m going to kill you eventually.”

“That day will be very sweet indeed. I’ll finally be free of you and this whole existence.”

He was healing as Henry ran up holding a shotgun. He dropped it when he saw Luke.

“Grace?” he asked.

“We’re fine, Henry. Just a little disagreement between lovers.”

Henry nodded and retreated a little bit away, but still kept Grace within eyesight. Luke glared up at her.

“You did not turn Gabriel the Avenger.”

“Shows how much you really paid attention to me. Imagine, I managed to build a whole network of spies and backstabbing in both courts because you were too busy trying to bang that princess of yours,” Grace spat at him.

Luke eyed her from where he was on his knees and then got up.

“Both courts?”

Grace nodded.

“How many in father’s?”

“I’m not telling you, but it’s more than you’re thinking.”

“I still say you’re a liar.”

“Says the man who just found out I turned an Arch Angel.”

Luke glared at her. Grace sniffed and turned on her heel, walking back to the car.

“Where are you going?”

“Calumet. I have to collect a contract.” She said over her shoulder.

“but what about me?” he asked.

“You’ll heal, or you won’t. Either way, you’re not my problem. You’re his,” Grace said as she pointed at Satan in his dog form.

She got immense pleasure from hearing Luke scream as he was being dragged into Hell by his father.

“You’re going to pay for tonight later, aren’t you?” Henry asked as they got in to the car.

Grace laughed and started the car.

“No, I’m not. I’ll get another fucking medal for the lie I just told.”

“Another medal? How many do you have?”

Grace thought about it for a minute and then responded, “One hundred and thirty-two.”

She peeled out of the parking lot and headed back to the highway while Henry stared at her.

“Do I even want to know how you got most of them?”

Grace grinned and headed north on the highway. “No. You’re stomach is still too tender for my battle stories from the Wars and the Arena.”

“You’re insane.”

“Probably. Now you know why I didn’t want you in the Arena. Hunting is one thing, the Arena is something else entirely.”

Henry went silent and Grace was grateful. They drove in silence for nearly an hour before he spoke again.

“So, what exactly was in those bullets?”

Grace laughed. “Blessed silver.”

Henry snorted and joined Grace in laughing.

Grace hiccuped, laughing harder. “Those are going to sting when they come out in a week. He’s going to have a hard time doing anything.”

Henry looked over at her, still laughing. “Are you sorry you shot him?”

“Only that I didn’t shoot him in the ass,” Grace replied.

They dissolved into laughter again. They got themselves together again by the time Grace had to make a turn on to another highway. Both Henry and Grace were breathing hard and laughing at each other whenever they caught an eye. They eventually settled down and Henry soon fell asleep, leaving Grace to drive the distance with just the soft sounds of the local radio stations coming from the Fury’s speakers.

She drove like that for over two hours before her cell phone rang. Swearing, Grace snatched the device off her purse and answered if before Henry woke up again. She was started to feel for him what she felt for her sisters long ago.

“Hello?!” Grace said in a hushed tone.

“Hey.”

It was Michael. Grace sighed.

“What are you doing calling me? I thought I told you to stay away. It’s not safe,” she said.

“I’m worried. Last thing I need is to lose you before we’ve gotten you out.”

“Then you need to stay away. Keep sending Gabriel. They think I’ve turned him.”

There was silence on the line and then laughing.

“How’d you pull that off?”

“I shot Luke when he disguised himself as Gabriel.”

The laughter suddenly cut off.

“You shot him?”

“He pissed me off.”

“What’d you shoot him with?”

“Blessed silver.”

The laughter started up again and made Grace smile.

“Oh that’s going to sting.”

“It’s going to sting even worse with the fact that I’m the one who shot him.”

Michael snorted on the other end of the phone.

“He shouldn’t have underestimated you.”

“You don’t.”

“I can’t afford to. Especially when I know how devious you can get when it comes to contracts and promises.”

“I can’t afford to make a promise without knowing I have a way out.”

Michael sighed. “I know and I wish you didn’t have to be that way.”

“Doesn’t matter what I used to be, it’s the way I am now. I’ve accepted that, Michael. I just wish you hadn’t asked me and then held it against me,” Grace said with a sigh.

Silence followed Grace’s declaration. Grace almost pulled over to the side of the road so she could cry, but changed her mind. She needed to get to Paradise and check in with Eden. When Michael didn’t answer her after five minutes, Grace pressed the end call button.

“You know, you’re going to have to make a decision about him sooner or later.”

Henry was awake.

“I know.”

“He’s not going to change who he is for you and apparently, he’s not ready to forgive himself or you for being what he asked you to be,” Henry said with a yawn. He shifted and settled down in the seat, falling back asleep before Grace could answer him.

“He’ll never forgive me for saying yes,” she said into the darkness, the only light coming from the Fury’s headlights as they headed north on the highway. If she cried, well, Henry wasn’t awake to see.

It was nearly dawn when Grace pulled in to the brick covered drive of her Eden. The driveway was nearly a mile long and the forest that surrounded the grounds was thick. They came across a huge stone fence with a lychgate. She beeped the horn at the gate twice and woke Henry up, who stared at the huge wrought iron gate as it swung back.

“Where are we?” he asked as he looked around at the woods.

“Eden,” Grace replied as she drove through the lychgate and stopped, waiting for it to close.

When she was sure that the gate was closed and no one had followed them inside, Grace continued up the driveway. The house came into view as they rounded a thicket of blackberry bushes. Henry’s jaw dropped as he saw Eden. The lights on the house cast an eerie glow in the fading night. It looked almost haunted.

“How the hell did you get all that stone up here?” He demanded as he took in the four towers faced with stone.

Grace laughed. “It took two years and I nearly killed my architect, but I got my Eden.”

Grace pulled through the porte-cochere and to the carriage house behind the walls of the castle that Grace had built into the woods. The Carriage house itself felt like a mini-version of the main house, with only one tower in the middle. The garages underneath made Henry think of horses in stalls instead of cars.

“How big?” Henry asked.

“The main house? Twenty-one thousand square feet in forty-nine rooms,” Grace said as she parked the car outside the garage.

“What kind of architecture is this?”

“Châteauesque, I think. I didn’t pay much attention to it in 1888 when I commissioned the house,” Grace said as she got out of the car and went around to the back to start pulling things out of the trunk.

“Who designed it?”

“Louis Kemper. He did it for a song when I agreed to forget about his contract.”

That brought Henry up short. “You forgot about the man’s contract? You wouldn’t forget about mine.”

“and I paid for it when he finally showed up. I spent twenty human years in the Arena,” Grace said quietly.

Henry nodded.

“I couldn’t forget about yours because it meant that I would have to go back into the Arena. Too many people want me dead in The Pit, Henry.”

Henry sighed. “I guess you did what you could to get me out.”

“You were only in there an equivalent to one Earth month and I only put years on to your contract. Compared to some of the others, you got off with a song,” she said as she went to the driver’s side back door and opened it. Grace pulled out her purse and left Henry to grab his things.

She was halfway to the backdoor of the house when a woman swung out, laughing. Grace dropped her things and ran for her, laughing as they came together in a tight hug. When they separated, Grace kissed the younger woman’s forehead, laughing.

“Auntie Grace I missed you so much!” she said. “You go away entirely too often.”

“I’m sorry, my poppet. I can’t stay here all the time. Though I wish I could,” Grace said as she tugged on a black strand of the woman’s hair.

The woman sighed. “I know, I just wish you’d stay longer.”

“Well you’re in luck. I’m going to be staying at least a week this time. Possibly longer.”

The young woman cheered and hugged Grace again. Grace laughed and swung her around.

“Hey! Who’s this?!” She demanded when she let Grace go and caught sight of Henry.

“This is my latest charge and newest hunter, Henry.”

“Newest charge? Does that mean he’s contracted?”

“Yes, I’m contracted,” Henry said as he came forward.

“Henry, This is Sloane Dajani. Her family has been keeping Eden since it was built.”

“and damn proud to assist you,” Sloane said.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and adjusted her t-shirt. The woman’s distinctive Indian features combined with her grey eyes made for a striking combination as Henry eyed her over.

“You’re probably thinking what I’m doing out in the middle of the Michigan woods when I look like I belong in a Bangladesh market square,” Sloane said with a wry grin.

Henry sheepishly ducked his head and nodded. Sloane tucked her arm through Henry’s and marched him forward. Grace smiled as she picked up her things and followed.

“My family was fortunate to find Miss Grace and her home. They came in with the construction crews and when the house was completed, asked to stay on as servants,” Sloane said.

“I was taken aback because I wasn’t exactly planning on having anyone here.”

Sloane laughed. “No you weren’t, but my family has a long history of magic and when my ancestors saw what she was building in to the foundation, they were intrigued.”

“They knew I was building a sanctuary for myself and others who were orphaned by what I was being forced to do. I would bring the children who were orphaned by a contract collection back here and Sloane’s family would protect them.”

“Proud to do it, too. She eventually realized that she needed to keep us around and made my family caretakers, which was unheard of back then. An Indian family promoted above a white family!? The scandal,” Sloane said with glee dancing in her eyes.

“The white families I employed left after that and more of her relatives arrived to take their places,” Grace said as she put her bags down in the hallway and stood with Sloane and Henry. “It was an improvement. I never had to worry that her family was going to leave, because they were happy to be accepted for what they were.”

“Magic. I’m a fifth generation Healer. My brother is the warrior mage,” Sloane said.

“Your father was as magicless as a stone.” Grace said with a laugh.

Sloane laughed too. “That he was, but my mother loved the outsider. Even if he was considered beneath the family.”

“True, but he loved your mother,” Grace said, tucking Sloane in to her arm and kissing her forehead. “Okay, are the rooms ready? I’m exhausted.”

“They are, Aunt Grace. Leo helped before going back out on a job,” Sloane said as she scooped up one of Grace’s bags and started up the stairs to the top floor.

“What job?” Grace asked.

“He and Ward are in Colorado for that windigo.”

Grace stopped dead. “They’re what? They know better than to go take care of that without more help.”

Sloane flinched. “Sorry, Aunt Grace. I tried telling them, but they laughed and said they could handle it.”

Grace sighed. “Well there’s nothing I can do about it now. I am going to give them a good thrashing if they come back in one piece.”

Sloane sighed and it made Grace smile.

“I’m not mad at you, hon. I’m pissed they went without proper back up. They could have asked anyone to go with them, but they’re twenty and twenty-four. I can’t expect them to behave properly at that age.”

Sloane nodded. “I’m still sorry I didn’t do more to stop them.”

“You couldn’t have stopped them,” Henry spoke up. “I was that age once. They’re not likely to listen until one of them gets hurt or worse. Then they’ll realize they still have more to learn.”

Grace nodded and wrapped an arm around Sloane. “I raised the three of you as my own when your parents were killed. I love all three of you. Your brothers test my patience though and I will deal with them. You don’t have anything to feel guilty over. Understand?”

Sloane nodded.

“Good. Now you might be the youngest at nineteen, but that’s not going to stop them from trying to blame you. Don’t take it and say it’s okay, because it’s not,” Grace stopped and tipped Sloane’s chin up. “You are not to blame for their bone-headed decisions.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Now come on. Show me to my room so I can shower and collapse for twenty hours. Then you can catch me up on the kids.”

Sloane grinned. “I put Henry in the room next to yours.”

Grace grinned and continued up the steps with Sloane and Henry.

“Had to put him in the Armor room.”

“Armor room?”

“The room is filled with suits of armor from different periods,” Sloane said.

“It’s her favorite room in the house, with exception for the one she uses. You are still in the Japan room, right?” Grace asked as she turned to the right at the top of the stairs and headed down the hall.

“Yes’m. We’re still in the same place we’ve always been. Leo and Ward still use the carriage house.”

“Not feeling the loneliness in this big ass house?” Henry asked with a smile.

Sloane laughed. “Hell no. I’m glad they’re out of my house. The only time they come in here is for the library and the weapons rooms. Speaking of those rooms, we’re low on blessed silver.”

Grace laughed. “I’m not surprised. I’ll talk with Father O’Brian tomorrow and see if he can ship us more.”

Sloane nodded. “There’s more we’re low on, but I’ll save it for tomorrow. The bullets are the more important one.”

Grace patted Sloane’s arm. “Thanks, luv.”

They stopped outside of Henry’s room and Grace nodded at the doors.

“This is yours. I’ll be next door in the Sky room.”

“Why’s it called that?” Henry asked.

Grace laughed. “It’s the tallest room in the house and I had it painted like the night sky in high summer.”

Henry grinned. “That sounds incredible.”

“It is. If you don’t like that one, there are others to choose from on this floor. You’re welcome to any one of them,” Grace said as she and Sloane continued to the next door in the hallway. “Sleep yourself out, Henry. You were sick today and you need to heal.”

“He was sick?” Sloane asked and turned to Henry. “Do you need anything for that?”

“No, I’m better, but Grace is right. I do need to shower and sleep.”

Grace nodded. “Goodnight, Henry. Sleep well.”

Sloane echoed Grace’s goodnight and slipped in to the room with Grace.

“So how are your brothers?” Grace asked as she put her bags down on the chaise lounge at the foot of the bed.

“The same as always. Tiresome, annoying and I’m happy they’re gone half the time.”

Grace looked over at the woman. She noted the bags under her eyes.

“Are you getting any sleep?”

Sloane ducked her head. “Mrs Davenport helps with the kids, but Jason has colic and Declan has the flu.”

“So you’ve been helping out with the kids and then studying for your college classes at night,” Grace said. She put her hands on her hips and studied Sloane. “I thought I warned you about that.”

Sloane sighed. “College isn’t for me, Auntie. Its boring. I feel listless and disinterested in anything other than being a herbalist.”

Grace sat down on the bed. “Okay. Isn’t there a college for that?”

Sloane’s head snapped up and her mouth tumbled open. Grace laughed.

“What? You thought I meant going to a real college like U of M? No honey. I wanted you to go find your own passion and follow it. If that means you become a Herbalist instead of a medical doctor, then that’s what you do. It’s your passion.”

Sloane launched herself at Grace, hugging tightly. “I was so worried you’d be disappointed that I didn’t want to be a traditional doctor.”

Grace hugged Sloane tightly and rubbed her hand down her back. “I want you to be happy. If this makes you happy, then that’s what you’re going to do. First though, you’re going to find a good program to go to.”

“I’ll give you all the research I’ve done later. For now, you need a shower and then bed. You smell.”

Grace laughed and cuffed Sloane on the back of the head. “Then get out, silly girl.”

Sloane laughed as she danced for the door. “It’s good to have you back, Aunt Grace.”

The door closed and Grace was left alone.

“It’s good to be home,” she said to the empty room.

Grace got up and started pulling out night-clothes from the drawers of her dresser and flipped on the radio. The strains of Michael Buble’s Home drifted out and she laughed. Singing along, Grace showered and dressed again. She collapsed in to bed after turning off the radio as she passed, but the song stayed in her head until the long drive caught up with her and she drifted off.

“Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It’ll all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home”

 
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Bad Moon Rising

Author’s note: While I think the people of Sibley, Iowa might be incensed that I took liberties with their town, this particular story needs an abandoned church. So I created one for my alternate universe. All names and places in this part of the story have been changed to protect their owners. Thank you.

“So tell me again why we’re going to the middle of no where, Iowa to see an Angel who is misbehaving?” Henry said about mouthfuls of his burger.

“because the Angel in charge is sending us to kill said Angel for not acting like an Angel should,” Grace said as she pulled in to the parking lot of the local inn.

“This is bad because the Angel could become another Lucifer?”

“Yes and that’s bad. No Angel has fallen in years. The last time, we had two world wars.” Grace said as she got out of the car.

“Whoa, that did not happen because an Angel fell.” Henry said as he got out of the car and followed her.

Grace spun around and faced Henry. “You didn’t know Demons existed until ten years ago, when you sold your soul to me. I fought in the wars. It was not pretty to see what one Fallen could do to an entire people if given enough power.”

“So Hitler?”

“Not Hitler at all. A prick in a skin sack that decided to take a gentle man and turn him in to a racist who wanted to eradicate an entire people because of a damn prophecy.”

“and the prophecy?”

“That one of those people would grow up to become a catalyst for avoiding the apocalypse.”

Henry stopped. “So all those people died because of something that might or might not have happened?”

“Fucked up, isn’t it? Millions dead because of one Angel who claimed he was tired of watching over humanity decided to start a couple of wars to kill us all so the apocalypse could happen.”

Henry watched her face change from anger over what she’d seen in the war to sadness.

“You’re not a normal Demon, are you?”

Grace laughed. “No, I’m not. I fought for Hell against the Angels because I was forced to. I’ve killed more than my fair share of Michael’s brethren while trying to save those I could at Michael’s command.”

“You’ve been doing this a lot longer than fifty years.” Henry said.

“It started at the end of the first world war. So I guess its closer to a hundred now,” she said as she pulled open the door to the inn and ended the conversation.

Henry followed her in and looked around the reception area. It was decorated in LL Bean Americana, but felt like home that people actually lived in. Henry smiled at a Russian nesting doll on the mantle of the fireplace. He didn’t notice that Grace was standing next to him again, nudging his arm with her elbow.

“Got a thing for blondes?” she asked.

Henry laughed. “My grandmother had one.”

Grace smiled. “Come on. Let’s get the bags. They had two rooms, other wise dear cousin, we’d have to share.”

“Well, small favors. You snore,” Henry said as he walked out of the Inn.

Grace heard the Inn Keeper snort and smiled over at her.

“Cousins.”

Grace followed Henry out and cuffed him on the back of the head.

“Hey!”

“Just getting in to our new roles,” Grace said as she opened up the trunk of the car.

Grace pulled out her bags and scooped up another duffel before closing the trunk again. Henry reached in to the backseat to pull the bag that had the athlete’s clothes. They hadn’t had time to stop and get him new clothes yet, which Henry thought about as he hefted the bag.

“I’m going to need new clothes soon.”

“I know. We’ll go out tomorrow. Tonight we’re going to scout the town.”

“How do you propose we do that?” Henry asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder and followed her.

“The local diner for dinner, then the town bar. I’ve been in a hundred towns like this one over the years. There is always both and in those places, there are busy-bodies who know everything,” Grace said as she climbed the steps and walked in to the inn.

Scooping up the keys the inn keeper left on the counter, Grace headed up the stairs without stopping. Henry followed her as she climbed to the second floor and went down the hall to a door painted bright yellow.

“You’re in the blue room, which is across from mine.”

“Key?” Henry said and caught it on the fly when Grace tossed it to him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you in an hour. I need to shower and change,” Grace said as she unlocked her door and stepped in, closing the door behind her.

An hour later, Grace emerged with wet hair and pulling on her coat. She tossed her bag over her shoulder and settled it cross body before locking her door. Henry stepped out of his room just as she turned to knock on his door.

“Oh good, you’re ready.”

“Yeah, but did you have to pull out the sledgehammer?” he said as he gestured to her dress.

Grace laughed. “The cut is a little much, isn’t it?”

“That’s not the word I’d use, but we’ll go with that.”

“Henry you are so stuck.”

“In what?”

“The mud,” Grace said as she started down the steps.

“I’ll have you know I am not stuck in the mud. I just don’t see the point in flashing your bits to everyone.”

“The point is to get noticed. I want people to talk to me. The more information I get, the better off we are.”

Henry sighed.

“Let it go, Henry. You’re not the same person you were before you sold your soul. You are a Demon’s familiar now,” Grace said as she walked the rest of the way down the steps and out the front door.

Grace would have slammed the door behind her, but she saw her Prince and stopped short.

“Luke, what are you doing here?” she asked.

“I’m here because of you. You left in quite a hurry after we spoke at Bell Harbor,” he said as he stepped forward and cupped her chin. “Father said he saw you with an Angel. I came to see if it was true.”

“It’s true. I was trying to turn the General.”

He hissed out a breath. “How could you be so stupid? He’ll never turn. Being anywhere near him is dangerous.”

“I was only thinking that he’d make a great addition to your father’s plans.”

“I’m thinking I made a mistake taking you,” He growled out.

Grace looked down. Her nerves were wire thin and she prayed he didn’t see her fidgeting as a sign that she was lying to him. She had to play it just right so he wouldn’t kill her. Luke sighed and pulled her close.

“You couldn’t have known that we already tried to turn him,” he kissed her hair and continued. “Stay away from him. I know Father already talked to you, but I’m asking you not to go near him. I don’t want to have to put the chains on you again.”

“I won’t. I’ll stay clear.”

“Promise?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“I’ll have to take that. I don’t want to have to kill you either. I’d hate for my prize to be sullied by an Angel,” He said as he stepped back. He was gone a second later.

Grace sighed and pushed her hair back. Henry came out the door finally, followed by Gabriel. Grace narrowed her eyes at the Angel.

“What are you doing here?”

“Michael,” he answered.

“The worry-wort.”

Gabriel laughed. “You’re his best agent, it’s not like he’s going to freak out when you leave such a cryptic message.”

He stepped forward and gave Grace a hug, whispering in to her ear; “I miss Reno too.”

Grace laughed. “I bet you had a blast teasing him over that.”

“You gave me the best fuel I’ve had in a long time for embarrassing him.”

“He deserved it for making me feel like I’m unclean for doing something he asked me to do.”

“I don’t blame you for being who you are now or then,” Gabriel said as he ran a hand over her cheek. “just be careful. Luke isn’t to be trusted. His father either.”

“His father has been making noises about forcing me to take The Blood. I can’t become one of them, Gabe. I won’t,”

Henry finally spoke up. “The Blood?”

“It’s the final rite for Demons. To take The Blood is to become a full Demon. Grace here has resisted and they’ve let her because she’s valuable to them.”

“Taking it means I don’t have a chance anymore of going to purgatory. It means I’ll never get my freedom and my forgiveness.”

“I’ll let him know about what’s going on, but you have to promise to keep a lower profile. No more politicians,” he warned.

Grace smiled. “That was a masterwork, if I do say so myself.”

“It was. I enjoyed it even more when I found out you were responsible for that trash getting what he deserves, but Michael is partially right about how it’s going to affect the family.”

“I know he is, but at least this way they cannot just sweep it under the rug. They actually have to deal with what happened,” Grace said as she blew her bangs off her face with a huff of breath.

Gabriel smiled. “I know what you were aiming for. Michael is Michael though.”

Henry coughed. “I hate to interrupt the love-fest going on, but we’re here to hunt.”

Gabriel looked over his shoulder. “I like this one, Grace Anne. Where did you find him?”

Grace hooked her arm around Gabriel’s waist and smiled.

“He was one of my contracts. Sold his soul for his wife’s health so they could have babies. Three kids and ten years later, he ended up in the Arena.”

“Kid, that’s a tough break. I’m glad she pulled you out of there before you were too far damaged.”

Henry shrugged. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“They were dosing him.”

Gabriel looked at Grace sharply and then back at Henry.

“All the better that she got you out. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, being contracted to her, but you’re really in the best hands. She’s one of the better demons.”

Grace smiled up at Gabriel. “I only made him promise years for the mark. Other Demons would have bound him to be much darker.”

Gabriel laughed. “Years? In exchange for a chance at topside again? You softy.”

“Your fault. I’d have gone mad in the Arena if it wasn’t for you and Bill.”

Henry looked at Grace. “You were in the Arena?”

“The Black Banshee, that was me.”

Henry’s eyes bulged out. “but they still tell stories about your viciousness in battle. How did you stay sane?”

“Gabriel and Bill smuggled me out every couple of years, showed me what the world was like and what I was fighting for. If they hadn’t, I don’t think I would have survived.”

“You made it easy, Grace Anne.”

Grace elbowed Gabriel in the side. “Stop. Go back to Michael, tell him what was said and what we’re doing.”

“All right.”

Grace watched him step away and walk off. He stopped and turned back to her.

“Oh, the Angel? Rumor has been going around that it’s Araqiel.”

Grace swore. “The Earth Guardian?”

“Yeah. If its true and it’s her, you’ll need more held than one fledgling. Contact the Hunter and the Wanderer. You’ll need them both.”

Grace nodded. “As soon as it’s confirmed, I’ll bring them both in. Thanks, Gabe.”

Gabriel nodded and walked off whistling the theme from Gilligan’s Island. Grace smiled.

“So that’s the Avenger?”

Grace nodded.

“How did you two meet?”

“World War One. I pulled him off the battlefield and into a rat infested bunker where he tried to kiss me as I cleaned his shoulder wound,” Grace laughed.

Henry smiled, but gave her a skeptical look. “I assume that Michael sent you to look for him?”

“Nope. I was looking for Michael on the battlefield to tell him that I would accept a mission. I found Gabriel first and let him in on the secret so that he could send a message to Michael.”

Grace walked over to her car and got in. Henry followed, slipping in to the other side. As Grace started the car and backed out, Henry was watching her.

“Whatever it is you want to ask, now is the time to ask it.”

“Why me?”

“You got a raw deal, even though I had to take the contract. I’m giving you the second chance I’ve always wanted,” she said as she looked over at him. “You don’t like that answer.”

“You took the contract anyway.”

“I had to. I was under orders to take it when you called for me. To disobey would mean my death.”

Henry fell silent again. “I still don’t like it.”

“I don’t either, but here we are.”

Henry snorted and Grace sighed. She pulled to a stop in font of a small restaurant. The place was packed.

“Popular place,” Henry said as he looked around.

“This kind of town usually has one or two places like this that are always packed. Great way to find out information,” she said as she tucked the keys in to her bag.

Henry opened the door for her and followed Grace inside. There were several people who stopped what they were doing to look at the new comers.

“You’re not from around here,” The Hostess at the stand said.

Grace smiled. “Passing through. We’re here for research.”

“Research?” the Hostess asked as she walked them back to a table.

“I’m writing a book about local urban legends. I was tipped off that there was something good here.”

The Hostess laughed. “You could say that. We’ve got ourselves an abandoned church outside of town that folks say is truly haunted.”

“Now that is interesting. Haunted by what?” Grace asked.

“Some say it’s the ghost of one of the teenagers that were killed in the fire, others say it’s something else. Something like a demon or a Fallen Angel.”

“Well, that sounds interesting enough to have us stay for a couple of nights. Don’t you think so, Cousin?” Grace asked Henry.

Henry smiled. “I think so.”

The Hostess smiled. “Well now, Ya’ll go talk to my Uncle down at the library tomorrow. He’ll give you all the good bits about the Church.”

“I think we’ll do just that,” Grace said as they sat down at the table.

The Hostess smiled. “Ya’ll enjoy your dinner now.”

Grace watched her walk off, then turned to Henry.

“Now tell me again why it wasn’t worth the dress?”

“Shut up,” Henry said as he opened up his menu.

Grace laughed.

Grace knocked on Henry’s door the next morning and kept knocking until he answered. Somewhere around the fifth round of drinks last night at the local bad, she’d lost him to a drunken stupor. Grace wouldn’t make that mistake again and she doubted that Henry would either. He slept through her visit to see the Hostesses Uncle.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”

“Hurry up. I’ve got news.”

“So do I. If you don’t quit knocking, I’m going to puke on your shoes,” Henry said as he opened his door.

Grace eyed him over. He looked like he’d been in bed for a week with the flu. Grace held up a container of coffee and waved a huge omelette under his nose. Henry got one whiff of both and was clutching his stomach and stumbling for the bathroom. Grace grinned.

“It’s for your own good.”

The sound of Henry throwing up followed her statement. Grace grinned and stepped inside his room, putting the coffee and food on the little table against one wall. She was reading the paper when he came out of the bathroom ten minutes later.

“You’re evil,” he said.

Grace laughed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Right now it is.”

“Eat, drink. I’ll tell you about what Maisy’s uncle had to say about the church.”

“You went without me?” Henry said as he stopped mid-pour of the coffee.

“You wouldn’t get out of bed. Threw something at the door.”

“Who’s Maisy?” Henry asked.

“The Hostess from last night. Anyway, her uncle says that ten kids died about five years ago when the church burned down,” Grace said as she watched him sit down and tentatively start eating the omelette.

“and? What’s that got to do with us and our Angel problem?” Henry asked around a mouthful of egg.

“Fallen Angels tend to pick sad spots like this one to start their dirty work. Even the ones who haven’t yet Fallen gravitate to spots like the one outside of town,” Grace explained. “We’re going to head out there tonight after nightfall to take a peek. With luck, we can kill him tonight. I don’t hold much hope for that though.”

“Why?”

“The Angel isn’t in the area right now. Bob, that would be Maisy’s uncle, says that the biggest activity is around the full moon. That’s in a week.”

“So you mean we’ve got to stick around here for a week?”

“No. We’re going to head out tomorrow so I can pick up a soul or two. I’ve still got to collect contracts that have come due and you’re going to read my journals.”

“Journals?”

“Every evil thing that I’ve come across I’ve written down how to kill. The journals will give you information about what you’re up against while helping me.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve got a set or journals with that kind of information just sitting around?”

“Not really. They’re in my library.”

Henry ran his hand over his face. “I know I’m going to regret this, but where is the library?”

“Paradise, Michigan.”

Henry laughed. “Yeah, I knew I was going to regret asking.”

Grace grinned. “I had to keep them safe some how. The house is well guarded and protected. Not even Himself could get in without me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s so. Don’t worry, Henry. I’ll train you to take care of yourself. Who knows? You may even like doing this sort of thing,” Grace said as she stole a piece of bacon out of the take out container.

Henry frowned at her. “I doubt it.”

“I’m not talking about the demon part of this whole business. I’m talking about the hunting part.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

“You were a police officer, this sort of thing should be normal for you.”

“I was a street cop. I don’t know anything about being a detective.”

“That’s why you’ve got me. You’ll be fine… ish. I can’t guarantee that you won’t get banged up.”

“Define, ‘Banged up’,” Henry asked.

“Well, the last time I ended up killing an Angel I had to switch bodies. That was twenty years ago.”

Henry let his head hit the table. “I do not like this. At all.”

“Cheer up. At least your soul can now transfer between new bodies. It’s a lot better than waiting to be reincarnated.”

“How would you know?”

“I’ve met a couple of them. Not fun. Came back as a dog. Anyway, get cleaned up. We’re going shopping later. You need new clothes for sulking around in a church,” Grace said as she got up and let herself out.

 

“Tell me again why we’re out here?” Henry asked as he followed Grace in to the church.

“We’re looking for the Angel’s symbol. Every Angel has one,” Grace said as she pushed her way through the doors.

Grace hissed as the holy power of the church slid over her skin. Her nerves were strung thin and she itched between her shoulder blades.

“What’s wrong?”

“Consecrated ground has power, which doesn’t mix well with Demons. Even ones who haven’t taken blood, it affects us,” Grace hissed out. “You’ll feel it, the more time you spend as a Demon. For now, just keep an eye out for anything weird.”

Grace lifted her flashlight up and shined it over the walls. She knew what she was looking for and prayed it wasn’t the Earth Guardian’s symbol she found. Henry moved away to search the walls on the other side, but kept her within view. Grace approved. She concentrated on her side and moved along the other wall, searching for anything that might give her a clue.

“Grace, over here.”

Grace moved over to Henry’s side carefully, there was still debris from the fire on the ground. She made her way over to an alcove that would have held a saint statue, but now the statue was broken and on the floor. When Grace saw who the saint was, she smiled.

“Michael the protector. Well it looks like he’s not protecting much here,” Grace said.

“Very funny. That’s not what’s weird. Look at the podium,” Henry said as he shined his light over a graffiti tag.

Grace saw the symbol and cursed. “Well shit. Looks like this just got a whole lot worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s not the Earth Guardian’s symbol. That’s an Seraphim’s symbol.”

“Which one?” Henry asked.

“If I had to guess?” Grace said as she looked overt the symbol. “Nathanael or Kemeul.”

“That’s bad, right?”

“Well, World War One was started by an Authority that Fell. This is two ranks above that,” Grace said as she grabbed Henry’s arm and hauled him out of the church. On the way out, she tripped over a cell phone laying in an aisle. Grace scooped it up and then grabbed Henry, pushing him out of the door.

“Hey, hey! Not so rough,” Henry said. He stumbled down the steps.

“We’re leaving,” Grace said as she practically ran for the car. “I need to call for more help and let Gabriel know what’s going on here. This is the worst kind of not good there is.”

Grace opened the trunk of the car when she got there and wrapped the cell phone in a length of warded cloth.

“What’s that?”

“Something I picked up on our way out and before you ask, I’m wrapping it in the cloth so if it is bespelled with a tracking charm, it won’t lead whomever put it on there straight to us.”

“Oh. That’s good.”

“Thanks. Now get in the car,” she said as she tucked the cell in to a bag and closed the trunk.

Grace got in to the car and started the engine, threw it in reverse and sped back to the Inn. She ran up the steps and to her room, Henry on her heels. As Grace was stuffing her things back in to her bag, Henry came in and saw what she was doing. He went to his own room and grabbed his things.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re getting out of here now and we’re not coming back until we’ve got more help. I can’t kill a Seraphim with only a familiar. Hell, I probably couldn’t do it with an entire fucking garrison of level three Angels.”

Grace hauled her bags down stairs and checked them out. The Innkeeper looked at them funny.

“Family emergency. Our Grandmother is in the hospital,” she said.

The Innkeeper nodded and didn’t ask any questions. Henry waited to talk until they stowed their gear in the car and were on the way out-of-town, heading north.

“So what’s going on?”

“I told you, we need more help. We’re going to my house so that I can put the call out,” Grace said as she pulled out her cell phone.

Henry stayed quiet as she dialed Gabriel’s number and left a message.

“Gabe, it’s Grace. We’ve got a bigger problem. It’s a Seraphim. Heading to Paradise and Eden. Calling in help from the Hunter and the Wanderer. I might even pull in the Librarian. Stay on guard. Stay safe. Warn Michael,” Grace said as she hung up the phone and tossed it on to her bag, which was laying in the middle of the seat between them.

“So who’s the help we’re pulling in?” Henry asked.

“They’re the good guys, Henry. I’ll explain more when we get to Paradise. It’s not safe to talk about it until then. Not with a Seraphim in danger of Falling,” Grace said as she checked her rear view mirror again.

“What would happen if one of them were to Fall?”

Grace looked over at Henry. She knew the fear in her eyes was there. Henry looked at her and the fear crept in to his heart.

“Nothing less than the Apocalypse,” she said.

Henry nodded. “Okay then.”

“Okay,” Grace said as she reached down and flipped the radio on to settle her nerves.

Bad Moon Rising came through the radio and she laughed. Grace started singing along with the radio. Henry looked over at her like she lost her mind.

“I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.”

 
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Flirtin With Disaster

The diner smelled of home fries and eggs when Grace stepped through the door. She smiled and walked to the back booth, nodding at the waitress along the way. Michael was sitting in the booth, sipping a cup of coffee and faking a bored expression. She was sure that he was watching the whole diner from where he sat.

Sliding in to the booth across from him, Grace tucked her helmet down on to the seat next to her.

“Took you long enough,” Michael said.

“I had to make a pit stop for a politician’s soul in Kansas City,” she murmured.

Michael looked at her over the rim of his mug. “That was you?”

“I thought it was fitting. Heart attack while he was banging his new mistress.”

“You hurt the family.”

“They were already broken. What happened isn’t going to change that, but maybe they’ll heal a little faster now that his poison is no longer in their lives.”

“You really believe that?”

“I have to. It’s the only way I keep what little I have of my humanity,” Grace said.

She stopped talking when the waitress set a cup of coffee down in front of her.

“What can I get you, hon?”

“Triple stack with home fries, two eggs over easy and bacon,” Grace replied.

“All that for a skinny thing like you?” the waitress asked with a smile tugging her lips.

Grace smiled up at her. “It’s Sunday and I’m not working. I’m going to indulge.”

“I hear that, honey. I’ll be out with your order in a bit.” she shuffled away.

Grace could see that her ankles were giving her trouble and after a life time of being a waitress, it looked like she was heading for a wheelchair soon. Wiggling her fingers at the lady’s feet, Grace used some of her magic to ease the woman’s pain. When she was done, she turned back to Michael, who was smiling at her.

“Don’t say it. Just don’t.”

“Softy.”

“Bird-brain.”

“Watch it.”

“You first.”

Michael sighed. “Why do we have to fight?”

“Because it’s fun,” Grace said with a grin as she doctored her coffee the way she liked it and took a sip.

“I have an assignment for you.” Michael said as he watched her drink.

“If it’s going to be unpleasant, can you at least wait until after my breakfast has been eaten?”

“No. I have to leave soon, before anyone realizes I’m gone.”

“They still having an issue with my switching sides?”

“Well they don’t exactly know that I recruited you from the very beginning.”

“Why not?”

Michael sighed and set his mug down. “Can you imagine the chaos it would cause if they found out I’ve had an agent inside for the last one hundred seventy-eight years and haven’t done anything about it until now?”

“You’d look incompetent, at the very least,” Grace murmured.

“For starters. If they found out that I’ve been using you to investigate disturbances? I’d be cast out for giving secrets to the enemy, never mind that I’ve got you bound so that you can’t,” Michael said.

“I wouldn’t anyway. I want my soul back and getting it back means keeping my mouth shut.”

“You’re still a demon and you still can’t be trusted, according to them.”

“According to them,” Grace said as she looked Michael’s face over. “Not getting any sleep?”

Michael’s eyebrows drew down and he shot her an annoyed look.

“Angels don’t sleep.”

“Angel’s skin sacks need sleep.”

“I’ll thank you not to talk about my vessel that way.”

“You’re the one who’s ignoring the needs of your own borrowed body. At least the soul was dead inside mine before I took it over,” Grace huffed out.

“Well yipee for you,” Michael said.

“Now I know you haven’t been getting any sleep. Are you at least eating?”

“Does coffee count?”

Grace laughed. “No it does not.”

The waitress brought over Grace’s order and set it down in front of her. Grace smiled brightly up at her.

“Can I have an extra plate? My friend here is going to split this with me. He hasn’t eaten,” Grace said with a roll of her eyes.

The waitress laughed. “Sure thing, honey. If you need anything else you just holler.”

“You got it,” Grace said and held up a hand for Michael to wait to talk until after the extra plate was dropped off.

The waitress brought over the plate and set it down in front of Michael, along with silverware. She smiled and hurried off to answer another customer’s call. Grace cut her pancakes in half and slid them over to Michael, then gave him an egg and half of her bacon.

“Eat or I’m not doing your assignment,” Grace said as she tucked in to her food.

Michael stared at her. Grace refused to look at him, instead concentrated on the plate in front of her. With a sigh, Michael started eating. Two bites in he became ravenous and started eyeing her egg after polishing off the plate in front of him.

Grace pushed over the plate that had her egg on it with a smile.

“Told you,” she said and tucked into her bacon after polishing off her half of the pancakes.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“What are you? Six?” Michael said.

Grace grinned and put her foot on his crotch and started rubbing.

“No, I’m definitely older than that.”

Michael tried to wiggle away from her foot, but he was trapped in the booth.

“Be very careful, Demon.”

“I’m a demon, we’re not made to be careful.”

“You play with fire.”

“Yours or mine?” she shot back.

“Mine. You don’t want any part of this.”

“You sure? Because we’ve been dancing around it for nearly two hundred years now.”

Michael sighed and looked at her.

“I want what I cannot have.”

Grace pushed her plate away and pulled her foot back. “Cannot or Should not?”

“Cannot.”

“I don’t belong to him, you know.”

“but you’re a demon. Nothing’s going to change that right now.”

“I’ve officially lost my appetite.” Grace said as she picked up her coffee again.

Michael stared at her and sighed and finished off the last of the meal and her bacon before talking again.

“I would love to love you, Grace. It’s just not that simple.”

“Never is. Even if I earned my soul back and went to purgatory, you couldn’t.” she said looking at him.

“No, I couldn’t.”

Grace felt the slice through her heart and sighed. “Well it’s not like I didn’t know. I just hoped anyway.”

“Then it’s a waste of hope.”

“My hope to waste,” Grace said.

Shaking his head, Michael stacked up the plates and pushed them to the end of the table.

“What have you got for me?” Grace asked.

Michael reached under the table and picked up the file that was sitting next to him on his side of the table. He handed it over to her.

“Three weeks ago we started hearing chatter through the ranks that someone had defected and was using a church in Iowa as their headquarters.”

Grace swore. “A church? Michael you know how I get around churches.”

“I know, but I can’t send anyone else in. I’m being watched.”

“Then how did you get out to meet me?”

“Gabriel is covering for me. He sends his love, by the way.”

Grace smiled. “Send mine back and tell him I miss Reno.”

Michael snorted his coffee and started coughing. Grace started to laugh.

“You did that on purpose.”

“I did.”

“You were naked in bed with him.”

“We had fun and he got something you turn down repeatedly.”

Michael clinched his jaw and growled out. “For good reason.”

“Gabriel never played by the rules and never will. I like that about him. Plus, he doesn’t constantly remind me of something I was asked to do on His behalf.” Grace said as she dropped bills on the table and picked up the folder.

“Grace, wait -” Michael said.

Grace wasn’t listening. She picked up her helmet and took herself and the file out the door. Michael caught up with her outside.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes, you did. I’m a Demon. You can’t sleep with a demon or be in love with one because it ruins your precious image,” Grace said as she slipped the folder in to her saddle bag with her laptop.

Michael grabbed her and spun her around. “Damn it, listen to me.”

“I’m tired of listening to you when all you do is remind me of what I am, not who I am.”

“I can’t sleep with you or be in love with you. Not until all this is over with.”

“Why? What’s so different about then and now?” Grace demanded. “I’ve been patient and you still deny me, no, us. You deny us. Why?”

“I can’t talk about this now. Not in public with you.”

Grace felt like she’d been slapped and it hurt worse than what her Prince had done to her. “Then there’s nothing to talk about. Send Gabriel next time. I don’t want to see you again.”

Michael let go of her arms and stepped back. “I won’t, because next time I’ll be able to talk about this.”

“Then I’m not coming.”

“That’s your choice, but that file? You’re going to need a partner. Find one. Make it someone you can trust, since you can’t trust me.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.” Grace said as she put her helmet on and climbed on her bike. “I’m ditching the bike for the winter. She’ll be in storage until May at least.”

“If you must,” Michael said as he dug in to his pocket and tossed her a set of keys. “Take my car. I’m not using it right now.”

Grace looked at the keys in her hand. “Same storage place as before?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.”

“Grace just because I can’t be what Gabriel is to you, doesn’t mean that I don’t care.”

“Gabriel isn’t what you are to me. Gabriel is fun. Neither one of us takes it seriously,” Grace said as she kicked her bike to life. “You just think it is because you’re jealous when you don’t have to be.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so. I have to go if I’m going to make it to my next stop before nightfall.”

“Be safe. Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m never stupid unless it’s you,” Grace said with a smile as she flipped her visor down and backed out of her parking spot and headed down the road for the storage unit where Michael’s car was stored.

Grace pulled in to the garage where she was going to pick up the car and parked the bike. Her senses had been driving her nuts for the last hour and she was fairly certain that she was being followed. As soon as she swung her leg off the bike and turned around, she spotted the black dog at the entrance to the garage.

“Your Majesty.” Grace said with a bow.

“You’ve disappointed me, Grace.”

“How so?”

“I saw you with the Angel.”

“Then I’m happy to report that I have not displeased His Majesty. I met with the Angel to convince him to switch sides,” Grace answered, trying not to sound terrified.

Satan growled. “Michael will never turn.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about. I haven’t told him anything. You’re welcome to check my memories.”

“You speak the truth,” he said, studying her face. “You wouldn’t offer memories if you spoke falsely.”

“I make it a habit to tell the truth to my King. If one doesn’t, they run the course of losing their existence. I very much would like to keep mine.”

“I will not forget this, Grace.”

“I’m hoping you won’t. I took a big risk to try to turn the General. I hope his Majesty would be pleased that I took such initiative.”

“Michael is dangerous. Stay away from him.”

Grace curtsied. “As you wish.”

Grace waited until he was gone and then let out the breath she was holding while looking down at her hands, they were shaking. Clinching her fists, she walked to the storage bay where the car was located. Grace fumbled with the keys. Taking a few calming breaths, she slid the key in to the lock and turned. The light on the bay went from red to green and she pushed the button to release the door.

Grace waited while the door opened before she got a good look at the car inside. Laughing, she rolled her eyes. It was a 1972 Ford Fury in a deep purple.

“Hello Mister,” she said as she strolled inside.

Grace ran her hand over the car as she walked to the driver’s side, opened the door and sat down behind the wheel. Running her hand over the steering wheel, she stuck the key in to the ignition and started the car. A deep rumble and then a purr greeted her and made Grace smile.

“Oh yeah. We’re going to have fun.” she said and pulled out of the bay.

Grace put the bike and helmet in to the bay, closed the door and locked it before going back to the car and starting the engine again. She pulled out of the garage and headed towards Iowa.

Grace was on highway 81 heading for Nebraska when she remembered Michael’s warning about getting a partner. With a sigh, she pulled off the road in Concordia, Kansas and checked in to a motel. Hauling her gear in to the room and dumping it on one of the two double beds before looking around.

“A dump. This is what you’ve stooped to Grace,” she muttered to herself as she set up her laptop to look for recent coma patients in the area. She would need a body for Henry when he accepted the deal. An hour later she struck gold with an athlete who got drunk and ended up in a car accident. There was no family, just the town keeping him in a coma until he was declared brain-dead.

Grace scribbled down the address of the hospital and then checked the doors to make sure the room was locked. She didn’t want anyone coming inside while she was in the pit. Closing her eyes, Grace snapped her fingers. She hated traveling below with her eyes open.

The smell of blood and stink of rotting souls told her she’d arrived. Opening her eyes she smiled at the guards to the cells.

“Open. I need a lackey,” she said to them as she stared forward.

“Yes Miss,” the guards said as they opened the doors.

Grace walked along the cells until she found what she was looking for. Henry was laying on a cot, looking up at the ceiling. There were fresh bruises and cuts on his chest and arms.

“Well, looks like they’ve been keeping you busy,” she said.

Henry looked up. His eyes were dull and glassy. Grace growled.

“Have they been dosing you?”

“What do you care? You sent me here.”

“You made a deal. You sent yourself here. Now answer me. Are they dosing you?”

“Yes. Every time I fight in the arena.”

Grace growled. “Get up. I have the deal for you.”

Grace ignored the pleas from the other souls, begging to be offered the deal.

“I think I’ll stay here, thanks.”

“Ten years.”

Henry looked up. “Just years?”

Grace nodded and watched Henry mull it over.

“No other terms?”

“Just a small incantation that prevents you from speaking whatever I’ve told you,” she ground out through gritted teeth. “I need a partner. You’re it.”

“Partner?”

“Take the deal and I’ll tell you.”

Henry sat up and looked at her. “Is it serious?”

“Yes. Take the deal, Henry and get out of the pit and the arena.”

Henry walked to the cell door and held out his arm. “Done.”

Grace heated her hand and pressed her brand in to his arm. Henry screamed, then sagged against the bars. She waited until he recovered and then turned to go.

“Follow me.”

Henry’s bars dissolved and he followed her out. When they got to the transportation sigil in the hallway, Grace clamped her hand on to Henry’s arm.

“Close your eyes,” she said.

Henry closed his eyes. Grace closed hers and snapped her fingers. The smell of the hotel room told her she was back topside. Henry was standing next to her, but in ghost form.

“Don’t talk, just listen. You’re in your soul form. This means that you can’t do anything until I get you in to a body. I’m going to put you in a soul globe until I can do that, okay?”

Henry’s ghost nodded. Grace pulled a globe out of her pack and pushed Henry’s soul in to it. A flash of white light and the globe turned from clear to being full of a rolling blue mist.

“Stay put. I have things to do yet before we head to the nearest hospital,” Grace said as she put the globe in to her messenger bag.

Tossing the bag strap over her head, she headed out of the hotel room and down to the car. Grace started the car up after sliding in and headed to the hospital. Before she got there though, she pulled off to the side of the road and called Michael on her cell phone and left a message when it didn’t go through.

“He saw us. Send Gabriel until it’s safe. I have a partner. Heading to Iowa next,” Grace fought the urge to add an I love you and hung up. She pulled out in to the road again and didn’t stop until she reached the hospital.

Using her gifts to mask her presence, Grace headed up to the third floor where the athlete’s body was still on life support. Grace jogged down the hall and in to the room. Tossing a handful of sleep dust at the doctor about to pull the plug on the athlete, she caught him before he fell and pushed him in to a chair.

Grace walked back over and peeked out the door before closing it and pulling Henry’s globe out of her bag. Looking down at Henry’s new body, she smiled. The athlete was twenty-one and in prime health.

“Perfect,” Grace said as she set the globe down and put the athlete’s hand on top.

There was a flash of light and then the body sat up.

“Hello, Henry.” she said.

Henry coughed and swung his legs over the side.

“What the hell, Grace? You couldn’t pick someone a little older?”

“Nope. I need a partner. That means you need to be healthy. I’ve switched bodies too many times to count in the last one hundred fifty years.”

Grace went to the closet and found a bag of clothes that someone had brought for the athlete in case he woke up. Tossing the bag on the bed, Grace peeked out the door.

“Get dressed. We don’t have a whole lot of time. They’re going to notice that you’ve woken up soon.”

“Should I be worried that there’s someone in here with me?”

“No. He was declared brain-dead this morning. It’s on the chart on the wall behind the nurse’s station.”

“So that means the soul leaves?” Henry said as he pulled off all the electrodes from his new body.

“Yep. No soul means it’s a free skin sack for demons and angels alike.”

“I don’t like you talking about my new body that way.”

“Too bad. That’s what it is now,” Grace said. She came over and helped Henry remove the IV from his arm before going back to her station at the door.

“What if the doc wakes up?”

“I’ll sleep dust him again.” Grace said.

“You can do that?”

“Sleep dust is hard to get, so I don’t like to very often. I tossed enough on him to keep him asleep for a couple of hours, but hurry up. I want out of here. Hospitals give me the willies.”

“Says the demon.”

Grace glared at him over her shoulder and saw that he was nearly dressed. She watches as he pulled his shoes on and then walk over to her. Grace took his hand and tugged him out the door, pulling her magic in place to hide their passage.

“Can they see us?” Henry asked.

“Not unless you bump into someone so try to avoid that,” Grace said.

“Got it. Where are we going, anyway?”

“For starters? My motel. Then we’re headed to Iowa.”

“Iowa? Why Iowa?”

“I’ll explain later,” Grace said as the took the stairs down to the ground floor and out to the garage.

Grace jogged over to the car and hopped inside. Tossing her bag on the seat beside her, Henry crawled in to the backseat and kept his head down.

“Nice car.”

“Thanks, I borrowed it.”

“Is the owner going to be pissed it’s gone?”

“Nope, he gave me permission.”

“He?”

“I’ll explain later. Keep your head down,” Grace said as she drove out of the parking lot.

She was back at the motel before she would let Henry sit up in the back seat. Henry stayed quiet until they got up to the motel room.

“So what’s going on?” He said when she closed the door and warded it against outside ears.

“I’m working for the Angels to kill the Prince and weaken Satan’s hold on Hell,” she said.

Henry’s mouth dropped open. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, that’s almost what I said to Michael when he commanded me to trade my soul for my husband’s health,” Grace said as she sat down in the chair.

“So you pulled me out of the pit for what?” Henry asked.

“Michael’s got something he needs to take a look at and advised me that I needed a partner. So I pulled you of the pit because I knew I could trust you. Between your natural goodness and the mark on your arm, your pretty much stuck.”

“The mark does what, exactly?”

“Well it proves you’re mine and seals your mouth so you can’t talk about anything I’ve told you without my permission.”

“If I try to say anything?” he asked.

“The mind vice will clamp down on your head and leave you in agony,” Grace said. “It’s not pleasant, so don’t even think about betraying me.”

“You got me out of the pit, I took the deal. I won’t go back on it.”

Grace laughed. “You will. You ran from me.”

Henry bristled and sat up straight. “I didn’t want to leave Abigail, that’s why I ran.”

“You’ll still try to betray me. It’s all right, I’ve learned that everyone does eventually, but I’ve got you for ten years,” Grace said as she stood up.

Grace gathered her bags and made like she was going to leave the room. When she looked back, Henry was still on the bed.

“What?”

“I won’t betray you,” Henry said.

“I believe that you mean it, but that doesn’t change the fact that you still ran from me when it came time to collect your soul. You’ve got to prove that you won’t before I can trust you. Now come on, we need to move before the police start looking for the man you are now.”

With that, Grace left the room and headed to the car. She tossed everything in to the front seat so that Henry could lie down in the back until they were out of the town. When they pulled out of the parking lot, Henry waited until they were fifteen miles down the road before talking again.

“So where are we headed?”

“A little town called Sibley, Iowa. There’s a rogue Angel who thinks he’s god setting up shop and we get to take him out,” Grace said over her shoulder.

“We’re going to kill an Angel?”

“Yep. One who’s not acting like an angel should. That’s bad, by the way. It means he’s going to fall and the last thing the world needs right now is another Fallen like Lucifer.”

“He’s real?”

“As the sky is blue. You’re going to learn a lot over the next couple of weeks. I’ve been doing this kind of work for nearly fifty years now.”

“Why do you do it?” Henry asked.

“I want my soul back, Henry. To get it back, I need to do penance. This is my penance.”

“So you clean up messes of other people while taking contracts from others.”

“It never quite balances out, honestly. I’m hoping for something big so that I can at least make it in to purgatory. From there, It’s not so clear.”

“Why purgatory?”

“It’s a waiting area, basically. I’ll end up waiting for my chance to come back and do the same job again, only this time as a Nephilim.”

“Nephilim?”

“Half angel, half demon and all kinds of powerful. Only a few are chosen.”

“and you want to become an abomination like that?”

“I have to. I want to be free, Henry. I want that more than anything.”

Henry went silent in the backseat and stayed that way until they’d driven out of the town and on to the highway. He moved all the bags from the front to the back and climbed over the seat.

“When do we stop next?” he asked.

“When we’re in Iowa. I can’t take the chance that they’re going to alert the FBI about your body theft.”

“So what do we do until then?”

Grace reached in to the back and pulled her messenger bag to the front seat. She flipped the top open and pulled out the file on her next assignment.

“Read that. When you’re caught up, I’ll explain how this is going to work,” she said.

“Any chance we’re stopping for food soon?” Henry said as he opened the file.

Grace laughed. “Yeah, we can stop soon.”

Henry smiled over at her. Grace smiled back and turned on the radio. Molly Hatchet’s “Flirtin with disaster” floated out of the speakers and Grace smiled wider. Tapping her fingers on the wheel, she sang along:


“I’m travelin’ down the road and I’m flirtin’ with disaster
I’ve got the pedal to the floor, my life is running faster
I’m out of money, out of hope, it looks like self-destruction
Well, how much more can we take with all of this corruption

We’re flirtin’ with disaster, y’all know what I mean
And the way we run our lives, it makes no sense to me
I don’t know about yourself or what you want to be, yeah
When we gamble with our time, we choose our destiny”

 
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Posted by on February 3, 2014 in Grace, Story Time

 

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Send Her My Love

The smoke that filled the jazz club in New Orleans was artificial. No one smoked inside anymore. Still, it made her smile that they would think of the atmosphere of the days gone by when the club was opened last year. Grace made her way through the crowd, nodding to the bartender who caught her eye.

She scanned the room, looking for her next crop to reap, while making mental notes about who was actually smoking inside the club. Shaking her head, she gave a little flick of her wrist and every cigar in the room went out. Several tried to relight their stogies as she walked by, but not one of the lighters or matches they had would catch the flame.

Over in the corner, a man of nearly forty years was nursing a glass of whiskey. His hair had already started threading itself with silver. Smiling, Grace slid in to the chair across from him and settled down, crossing her black silk clad legs. The skirt of the blue dress she wore slid open and settled, showing more skin than anyone dared to in this part of town anymore. The gangs and dealers saw to that after the hurricane came through nearly ten years ago.

“I’m not ready to go,” he said when he realized she was there.

Grace tapped her fingers on the table to the song that was being played. The singer was quite good, but she’d heard the original do it better. Journey didn’t really fit this bar anyway.

“We made a deal, Henry.”

He looked up at her, eyes red and drawn down. Tear tracks ran down his face and he sniffed.

“Abigail is pregnant. I can’t leave her yet.”

“and I can’t afford to piss off my boss,” Grace said as she studied her companion.

His dress uniform buttons were polished mirror bright and he would have cut an imposing figure if he hadn’t given off the air of depression and hopelessness. There was a tug at what little heart she hadn’t buried deep and Grace sighed deeply.

“I can promise it will be quick. I won’t drag it out.”

Henry’s shoulders slumped even deeper. “I can’t leave her like that.”

“They’ll give her your benefits. They wouldn’t dare cross me on that. After all, you’re hardly the first cop that’s taken the deal. You won’t be the last, either.”

“You’re evil.”

Grace laughed, low and slow, while leaning forward and allowing her eyes to turn completely black.

“Yes, I am. You knew that too, when you called for me to save her life. I gave you the terms then. Ten years. No more, no less. Ten years for taking the cancer away and allowing you both to have the children you had been trying to have.”

Henry moved his shoulders in a shrug.

“Not such a bad deal. Better than most, I think. You at least asked for someone else, most ask for themselves,” Grace said.

Henry heaved himself to his feet. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

He ambled off to the bathroom and Grace sighed with frustration. He was going to run. She hated when they ran.

Getting up, Grace tossed a bill on the table without looking and made her way through the kitchens and out the backdoor of the club. Stepping out the back door she lifted her face to the breeze that was coming down the alley. Catching his scent, she turned right and walked down the alley and out on to the main street.

Drunken revelers for Mardi Gras danced and flashed each other for beads. Grace smiled at the demons she spotted in the crows and nodded to them. The lust demons would be out tonight, but they wouldn’t bother her. She was too high in rank to be bothered.

Turning right again she head down the street, following the scent trail Henry left. The poor man was terrified and Grace understood, but that wouldn’t stop her from completing the reaping. He’d earned it and she would see to it that it was painless, even if she’d hate herself as much as the boss who made her offer the deals.

Pain in her head drove Grace to her knees as she thought about her boss and how much she hated her job. Gasping and holding the sides of her head, she started bleeding from her nose.

“You really need to let go of your past. It’s going to kill you.”

“I’ll kill you first,” Grace ground out through her gritted teeth.

“That’s what they all say at first. Though, I admit, you’ve lasted the longest.”

“One hundred and fifty years as your lackey, taking lives in exchange for pittance is too damn long,” Grace said. She gasped out loud when he released the pressure in her head.

“You said that five minutes with me was too long and that’s all it took for me to convince you to sign your soul away.”

Grace looked up at her boss. He wasn’t your typical demon. There was no airs about him that said he was better than everyone else. Just a quiet sense of unease that sneaked under your walls and wrapped itself around your heart before you knew it was there.

Grace hated him.

“I’m not entirely convinced that you didn’t influence my decision, but it’s done and I’ve paid.”

Her boss ran a hand through his curly black hair, before adjusting his glasses. He sighed.

“I don’t like hurting you. You’re my most promising agent, but you’re so damn stubborn.”

Grace snorted, blood droplets flying out of her nose. She said nothing though, just struggled back to her feet. As she finished standing, he came closer to her. Even at her five feet eleven, he still topped her by a good six inches. He put his hand under her chin and forced her to look up.

“I love you, my star. As much as a demon can love.”

“Pretty words from a pretty face mean nothing when you’ve got the power to blink me out of existence for disappointing you. A slave cannot love what could destroy her.”

“So you’re over ‘Dear Peter’ then? The one you sold yourself for so that he would live and be with you?”

Grace closed her eyes and steadied herself.

“Peter was an assclown who ditched me the moment he couldn’t handle what I’d done. It took me the first fifty years to see that. I just made you suffer along with me.”

He laughed. That laughter made Grace grit her teeth as she waited for the inevitable slap that always came. She just didn’t know if it would be his hand or his power.

It never came. He touched her face gently, lovingly.

“Every inch the match for me and yet you fight your gift. You’re a demon, Grace. You’ve been one since you made the deal with me and escaped the pit.”

“There’s always hope of freedom.”

“Not for you,” he said as he stepped back.

He snapped his fingers and left her in the middle of a street somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Turning around, Grace smelled her quarry. Damn the man, he’d dropped her off right at the doorstep of her quarry.

Grace looked over the motel, which had long since gone to seedy. She was reasonably sure that there was a bed inside that boasted its ‘magic fingers.’ The thought made her shudder and wish fervently that there were no bugs inside.

Walking quickly to the front door of the motel and walked inside. Grace fixed a smile on her face and crooked her finger at the clerk. He jerked up like a puppet and came around the counter.

“Oh I do so love it when you obey me without fighting,” She purred into the man’s ear.

“Wha-what do you want, miss?” he stammered.

Grace laughed. “I want Henry Jones. What room is he in?”

“Jones? We don’t have no Jones here. Got a Henry Salinger here though.”

Grace laughed at the clerk. “Oh, that’s delightful. Like he could hide from me with that name.”

“You his Ex, lady?” the clerk asked.

“No. I’m here to kill him and take his soul.”

The clerk nodded and looked up at her, like he’d seen the face of god. Grace looked back and allowed her eyes to turn their demon black. The look turned to pure horror.

“He’s in 209. I don’t want no trouble. I saw nothing.”

“Oh I know,” Grace said as she slid her hand up the man’s chest until it was resting over his heart. With just a gentle push of her power, she killed him and left him lying on the floor. ducking around the corner of the front desk, she snagged a key to 209.

“Keys. Who uses keys anymore?” she muttered under her breath and left the front office.

Walking up the steps, Grace released waves of her powers. The lights started flickering and bulbs popped as she walked past. Those that were still awake this close to midnight never looked outside. The unease they felt kept them away from the windows.

Stopping outside 209, Grace knocked on the door.

“Go away!”

“Oh do be civil about this, Henry. It’s not like I didn’t give you a chance,” Grace said crossly.

She slid the key in and turned the lock. Opening the door, Grace stepped inside. The room was covered in take out containers and other detritus from a rapidly dissolving mental capacity. Grace doubted he’d even showered in the three days he had been in New Orleans for the funeral of his former Captain.

“You really need to get yourself together. It’s not like it’s the worst thing to ever happen,” Grace said as she walked over to the cleanest of the chairs and sat down.

Henry studied her. “It’s not your life.”

“No, it was yours and you sold it to me for your wife’s health. That makes it mine,” Grace crossed her legs and stared at Henry.

He shifted uncomfortably where he sat on the bed. Henry looked down at his hands and studied them before he spoke again.

“I don’t want to leave her. Not with the baby on the way.”

“Well, that’s too bad. You made the deal. It’s been ten years,” Grace said.

The hunger in her belly for the man’s soul was growing and she was slowly growing less patient with him. His next words slapped her back.

“I don’t want to be like you.”

Grace laughed. “Too late. You’re exactly like me. I sold my soul for my faithless husband and he left me once he found out the truth. You did the same thing, only she didn’t leave you. I commend her for staying. Not many would have.”

Henry was quiet. “Will I become a demon like you?”

“That all depends on if you’re offered the next deal. If you take it, you will become me. There’s a small chance though that you’ll earn a place in purgatory once the terms have been met.”

“What about your terms?”

“They’ll never be met, so I don’t have to worry about gaining my place.”

Henry looked up. “What were they?”

“I cannot fall in love while I serve my maker.”

Henry’s head snapped up. “You said they’ll never be met that sounds pretty easy to me.”

“You’re young. You’ve yet to learn that some things you shouldn’t promise because the terms of love change.”

“but you’re a demon.”

“I’m a lot of things. Demon is just one of them.”

“What else are you?”

“The downfall of my maker, the guardian of the lost and dead, protector of the innocent.”

“Even while you’re corrupting them?”

“Is it corruption to offer what your heart desires the most?” Grace asked softly.

“To give what shouldn’t be given to those who have no hope left? Yes.”

Grace smiled. “I like you, Henry. I could argue with you all night.”

Grace stood up and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“but?” He said, looking up at her.

“It’s time. The bells ring for you,” she said.

“I don’t hear them.”

“You will.”

“Will you send her my love?” he asked.

No one had ever asked her to visit family after being reaped. Grace stopped for a second, arm drawn back with her knife in hand. Looking down at him, she saw the love for his wife inside his eyes.

“Yes. Goodnight Henry,” Grace said as she reached back and then slammed the knife into his chest.

The first stab killed him instantly, the next twelve covered it up. Grace placed more stab wounds on his body and made them seem like he had died defending himself. When she was finished, she stepped back and studied her work.

“It’s a little disturbing, watching you work,” her boss said as he appeared in the room.

“You like to watch anyway,” she replied.

“I do,” He said. Her boss slid an arm around her waist and looked down with her. “You made a masterpiece.”

“I made a horror show, but his wife will get what she needs.”

“Will you do as he asked?”

“Yes.”

Her boss shook his head and kissed her temple. “Your soft heart does not suit a demon.”

“I’m demon enough to please you and his Majesty.”

“Occasionally.”

Grace bent down and ran a finger over Henry’s face. The man’s soul drifted up and looked down at her before disappearing down below.

“You left him in there?” he demanded. “Are you mad?”

“That’s why I’m enough demon for both you and him,” she said and turned to leave.

Her boss grabbed her arm and swung her around. “You have gone out of your mind! We don’t do that to the souls we reap!”

Grace stared back at him. “I do it for you.”

He stared at her, then a slow smile crawled across his face. “You do love me.”

“Against my better judgement and the torture, yes.”

“Then your contract is sealed.”

Grace sighed. Admitting it damned her even further and a tear slipped out of her eye.

“but I’m breaking it.”

Her eyes flew open as she felt the shackles fall off of her soul. The ever-present pain in her head from the mind vice he used to control her vanished.

“I can’t have you love me and not be free. Make your choice. I’ll be waiting either way,” he stepped back and vanished.

Grace stood in the crappy motel room, stunned. He’d just given her freedom after over a hundred and fifty years of imprisonment. The relief rushed in to her and she started crying. Standing there, covered with Henry’s blood she wept for the realization that she could never be truly free.

She was a demon and always would be. No amount of begging for forgiveness would unmake her choices. It took her nearly an hour to get herself under control. When Grace came back to herself she was still in the motel room and the bells were ringing again. This time they were for her and a smile tugged at her lips. He would have them rung for her. Her love. Her demon.

Snapping her fingers, the blood and knife vanished. Grace looked down at what was left of Henry and sighed. She had a promise to keep. Walking out the doors, Grace turned and used her gifts to obscure her appearance from anyone who saw. She needed to reach her bike before the police came. They’d respond quickly to one of their own once he was discovered.

Grace walked down the road for three miles before she knew she was being stalked. Stopping, she turned around and looked at her pursuer. A huge black down sat down in front of her. Grace curtsied.

“Your Majesty.”

“You always know when it’s me,” he said as he transformed.

“It’s my job to know you,” Grace replied.

“You do good work, my pet.”

“I did as his Majesty commanded. I loved him.”

“On your own, you loved him. It’s certainly took you long enough.”

“It takes as long as it takes.”

“So you’re fond of saying.”

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t enjoy the first one hundred years.”

Satan laughed. “No, you didn’t.”

Grace bowed her head and smiled.

“You’re still the best agent I have. I need to you to stay with him. Love him, tell me everything he does.”

“As my King commands,” Grace said.

“Keep this up and you’ll be more valuable to me than Lucifer.”

“I’m valuable as long as I keep bringing you information on your son. The second you get bored with me, I’ll be gone. Like the others.”

“So honest. I enjoy it, quite frankly.” he said, then his hand snaked out and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close. “Do not over step or bore me and you’ll continue to survive.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Satan stepped back and transformed back in to the dog. He growled at her before trotting away. Grace watched him go and stayed in the same spot until she was sure that she was alone.

“This shit is really getting old,” she said as she started walking back to her bike in town.

Grace got halfway there this time before another voice interrupted her brooding.

“It’s for a reason.”

Grace yelped and spun around. “Damnit, Michael. You could warn a body before you appear like that.”

“You’re so used to watching for demons you forget about us angels. That’s bad for your health. I could have killed you.”

“You need me. You won’t kill me.”

“You play a very dangerous game, Grace.”

“You asked me to play it. You came to me and gave me the command to sell my soul for his life. Then you abandoned me to him for years.”

“We wondered how long it would take you to fall in love with him.”

“Too long for your taste?”

“No, you timed it just right.”

“For what?”

“The apocalypse. You kept him busy just long enough to delay it for us. We’re nearly ready.”

Grace sighed. “It figures.”

“Keep him busy. Keep him out-of-the-way until we need him. Then you may kill him.”

“I’m going to assume that you have a new weapon for me?” Grace said as she started walking again.

“Not yet. We’re still working on that one,” Michael said as he fell in beside her.

“Start working faster then.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Demon,” he hissed at her.

She laughed. “Don’t get your feathers in a twist, bird brain.”

Michael bristled at the name. “You over step.”

“Demon,” she replied. “At your insistence, by the way. You’re kind of responsible for my attitude.”

“So you keep reminding me.”

“Then next time send Gabriel. I like him better anyway. We have fun.”

“You ended up naked in Reno the last time I sent Gabriel.”

“Like I said; we had fun,” Grace said, laughing.

Michael glared at her. “I’m fun.”

“Prove it,” Grace said.

“Not the way you’re thinking. You’re supposed to be in love with him, remember?”

“I am in love with him, but not the way he wants me to be.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, Michael. The love I have for him is that of my captor. I’ll never be in true love with him.”

“But you broke your contract.”

“By feeling love for him. The contract never specified that it be true love,” Grace replied as she walked faster.

Michael stopped dead in the street and started laughing. “So you got him to lift the bonds, break his contract with you, over the love you would feel for a captor?”

Grace stopped and grinned at Michael. “Yes.”

“You’re more clever than I give you credit for.”

“You’re not the only one who underestimates me. That’s everyone’s short coming. You see me as a pretty face to dangle in front of a prince to keep him busy. Meanwhile, I’m busy plotting to take my freedom back.”

“You have your freedom. He lifted the bonds.”

“I’m not free. Not until I’ve been forgiven,” Grace whispered.

Michael looked at her. “Forgiven by whom.”

“Him,” She said.

“You know that He loves you?”

“but I am not forgiven.”

Michael shook his head. “No, you’re not. Not yet.”

“Then I am still damned,” Grace said as she started walking again.

She was almost to her bike. Grace snapped her fingers and changed from her dress to leather pants, white t-shirt and a leather jacket. Her helmet was tucked under her arm.

“Still got the bike I gave you?”

“Always,” Grace replied. She rounded the corner by a warehouse and spotted her bike outside a bar.

Waving hello to the men who were watching over her bike, Grace responded in kind to the cat calls and insults hurled at her direction. Michael frowned at her.

“Oh don’t start. They won’t mess with me. Too many of them have seen me kick a guys teeth in because he got too close,” Grace snapped.

“You’re edges grow rougher with each decade you spend in Hell.”

“You sent me there,” Grace said as she mounted the bike and kicked it to life. “I’m off to go tell a widow her husband sends his love.”

“You remind me of a decision I made long ago and then tell me to kiss off without so much as a ‘by your leave’?” He demanded.

“Yep,” Grace said as she put her helmet on and buckled the strap.

Michael snapped his fingers and the bike shut off. Grace turned to glare at him and found her mouth covered by his. Grace sighed and kissed him back.

“You’re maddening.”

“You kissed me first,” Grace whispered back.

“Demon.”

“Angel.”

“You’ll be the end of me.”

“Or you’ll be the end of me first.”

“Go, before he finds us.”

Grace kicked her bike to life again and sped off toward Henry’s home. She had a promise to keep and she was late. Riding through the swamp lands of Louisiana, Grace let the tears flow. It was hell being in love with both a demon and an angel, but she’d gotten herself there by playing chess. She was winning, but at what cost? What would be left when she finished the game?

Grace thought about it all the way to Chicago. It took her a week and in the mean time, she had time to bring Henry up from the pit to write the letter for his wife.

“You keep calling me up here and they’re going to get upset,” Henry said.

“Help me write this damn letter and stop getting emotional about it,” Grace snapped.

Henry peered at her over the glasses perched on the nose of his borrowed body.

“Now who’s emotional?” he said.

Grace said nothing, just pointed at the letter. Henry sighed and kept writing. It was dawn before she sent him back to the pit and his borrowed body was sent away with his memories wiped. Grace scooped up the letter and read it, making sure he had written nothing about her.

She ended up reading the words he wrote and crying over them until well into the afternoon. Getting up from the table, she folded the letter and tucked it in to an envelope. Placing it in to the pocket of her coat, Grace left the hotel room and made her way to Henry’s house.

She waited outside, staring down at the letter in her hands. Grace turned it over and over again in her hands, studying it closely. She didn’t see Abigail walk up to the single row house, mounting the steps before spotting her.

“You’re here for me.”

Grace was startled and looked up at her. She saw eyes that were rimmed with red and felt guilt for the first time in nearly a century. Grace nodded.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Why are you here?”

“I’m a friend of your husband. He gave me this before passing. Asked me to give it to you. I didn’t know that he was going to end up dead before he would get to see you again,” Grace said as she held out the letter.

Abigail’s hands trembled as she set down her bag of groceries, walked over and reached for the letter.

“You should have taken this to the police in Louisiana,” she said.

“I’m not from Louisiana. I happened to be in Baton Rouge that week. He swung by to see me before going to New Orleans. I didn’t know until I was already in Chicago that he had died,” Grace said.

The guilt from lying to the woman was starting to grow. Just more lies to her penance.

Abigail nodded. “He would do that, if he hadn’t seen you in a while. How did you meet?”

“He was assigned to me once, that’s how we met,” Grace said. “He was a good man. He loved you. Talked about you all the time.”

Abigail smiled. “I loved him so much.”

Grace said nothing, just waited. Abigail looked up at her.

“It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for his letter.”

“You’re welcome,” Grace replied.

“Goodbye,” Abigail said as she walked back up the steps and picked up her groceries again. She unlocked the rood and walked inside, closing the door behind her.

Grace waited until she heard the door lock. She was pulling on her helmet and about to kick-start her bike when Grace heard the music coming from the house. It was Journey.

“Send her my love, Memories remain

Send her my love, roses never fade

Send her my love..”

Grace smiled up at the sky, buckled her helmet and then kicked her bike to life. She pulled away from the curb and headed out of town.The guilt from this one wouldn’t leave her any time soon, but Grace made a promise she’d come back and check on the baby once this was all over with and she was free.

For now though, Grace had a meeting with the Prince to keep and she must not be late.

 
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Posted by on February 1, 2014 in Story Time

 

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Debt

Aurora pushed open the door to the hut that they’d found in the woods. It had started to rain earlier that day and wouldn’t let up, even in to the night. She’d be grateful for two walls and a piece of roof still being intact of this place. When the door to the hut fell over and landed with a loud thunk, kicking up a pile of dust, Aurora sighed.

“Well, at least there’s a roof.” She said to the horse she had with her.

Wicket nickered at her and nudged her shoulder.

“Oh all right. I give in. We’re staying here.” She stepped in and Wicket followed her inside before Aurora could stop her.

Aurora pulled a torch and flint from Wicket’s panniers. She lit the torch after only a couple of tries, the rain had cooled her fingers to the point of near uselessness, and waited to let her eyes adjust to the new light. Aurora noticed there was something odd.

“Wick, I don’t think these people left on their own.” She said.

“They didn’t.” said a person from behind her.

Aurora screamed and nearly dropped the torch.

“Oh for love of the goddess! Do you have to go about scaring the crap out of every traveler who’s looking for shelter?” Aurora demanded.

Aurora got a good look at her intruder as he laughed. He had possession of bright silver eyes and pointed ears.

“I would have to pick Elven-kin land. Never mind, I’m off.” She said and made her way to the door, hauling Wicket behind her, who protested, but went along.

“You can stay. I haven’t laughed like that in an age.” He said.

“May I have the name of the lord to whom I owe his generosity?”

“Polite, when you want to be, aren’t you?”

“When I’m not startled, tired, hungry and cold, yes.” Aurora shot back.

The man laughed. “Your people call me Amras Séregon.”

“Oh hell. I’ve landed on the high king’s land. Of all the bloody quaint luck.”

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2014 in Story Time, Trifecta, Writers' Block

 
 
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