Azreal was missing his wife dearly. He kissed her, feeling her body to heat up. He loved how he could cause her to come alive, under his attention. His lips molded her with hers. His hands glided around her, bringed her closer to him. Only for him to feel her body to heat up. As he explored her, he had managed to take her clothes off he went. Not paying attention that she had done the same with him. He picked her up by her butt and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling her core over his rod, where he could nearly enter. He kept kissing her massaging her butt, feeling her relaxed. Juat before he made walked to their bed and placed her in the middle. He hoved over her, kissed her from her lips, neck and made his way down. Warshipping and taking his time with his wife. He felt her shiver and quiver under his kissing decorations on her body. “Beautiful,” he told her softly. His final kiss in the inside thigh, as he nudge her legs open. She opened her legs wide for him
“She was an angel like creature. Sent to earth to help others,” stated a woman. Who was speaking with another woman, in the basement of an Alaskan house in the woods. A twelve-year-old girl was sitting on the stairs. Overhearing her aunt and her mother talking. “This can’t be true,” gasped her mother’s voice. “I don’t believe you.” “As a Wiccan, June. I really can’t lie about this.” “But you’re still a witch.” The girl knew that her mother was trying to keep her voice down. She could still hear the undertone of yelling from her harsh words. “Ava is special, June.” “Don’t you think I don’t know that,” hissed June. “But she’s, my daughter.” “Stop hissing at my wife, June. I know that you’re step-sisters, but it doesn’t give you the right to yell at her,” stated a deep voice of her uncle. Ava Miller was brought to Alaska by her mother. She seemed to be running from everything that they knew or cared about. All due to the young girl’s fear that came from the
Age 20 Ava Miller found herself in her bedroom of her Washington home. Four miles outside of Deer Park. T’was the night of her twentieth birthday. Lying on her bed. “I wish I wasn’t in high school. I’m done being bullied.” “It’s not going to get much better,” a faraway voice answered. Causing Ava to jump out of her bed and look around. She knew her mother’s voice. The voice did not belong to her. It was more like an elder woman that she had never heard before. “Ava.” “Who's there?” She could not for the life of her. Find where the voice was coming from. She did not have any technology that would cause a voice to pop out of nowhere. ‘So where is this voice?’ An elderly sounding woman sighed, “Oh Ava. We haven’t talked since you were eight years old.” Making Ava’s brain to work overdrive. ‘Eight?’ Then she remembered a time. Back when she was living in the countryside. Just twelve miles south of Colville, Washington. “Grandmother Willow?” “Yes, child.” “
Dream Walker: it is when someone, who is able to walk through dreams, other worlds, or even other realms. One who dream walks is someone who seeks answers to problems. Also known as a vision quest. “Well, I’m not a young man trying to prove that I’m a warrior.” Spirit Walkers: a spiritual leader who mediators between the spirit world and man. “But I’m not a Shaman.” A voice called out from behind her. “You’re from a long line of Shaman women. Including myself.” Ava turned towards the voice and found that she was not surprised to see Willow standing nearby. The living woman yawned. She had been reading for quite some time. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yeah. I saw something in the dream walkers information. Something about Skin Walkers?” “You’re not one of them,” stated the elder woman. “At least not from my side of the family.” Ava’s eyes popped open. ‘Am I really hearing this right?’ She looked towards the ghost and asked, “I’m a shapeshifter?” Willow’s l
Ava found herself in her high school’s breakfast room. Where she was meeting up with a few people that she enjoys talking to in the morning. When she sat down in one of the cold hard chairs. She felt the weight of the world coming down on her. “Ava, did you get any sleep last night,” asked one of the girls in the group. “You don’t look so well.” A huff escaped Ava’s lips, “I’m alright. I just had a strange dream.” She knew not to tell anyone about her gift; not many people would understand. ‘Most people were right about me. I am a freak.’ “Oh, come on, Ava. You can tell me.” “No Mavis,” Ava shook her head. Trying to get her point across to the other girl. “It’ll be alright.” A sigh left her closed lips, making it more of a muffled sound. “It's not the first time I was faced with it.”“When did it started?” Ava almost wanted to yell at her young friend. Hoping that it would prevent her from knowing what she was. Just before she was about to do so. Ava saw a spirit
Ava was in her room, reading up on her laptop of loads of information on Spirit Walkers. There was nothing new from what she had learned from the night before. She was growing frustrated with the lack of knowledge that she felt that she should know. It was not the only thing that was bothering her, but also her friend, Dustin. She felt lost when it came to him. She pushed herself out of her desk, “I think, I should take a walk.” “No, you should stay here.” Ava turned to where she heard the voice. “Sorry Grandmother Willow, but I need fresh air to think.” Without hearing anything else from the spirit, she went downstairs and out the back door. Ava had enough of the indoors to last for a few moments. She had a need to get away from the house, but she did not understand the meaning behind it. Ava Miller did not realize that the world around her was getting dark. She was not seeing what she should be seeing. Nor she was hearing what she should have been hearing. SNAP!
“ ... Thank God... for unanswered prayers ..." Ava Miller awoke, glaring at her radio alarm clock. As she sat up, she grabbed her head. Hissing as she laid back down. “What did Azrael give me?” “Whatever it was,” stated a sharp sounding voice. “I don’t think it was enough.” Ava opened her eyes to look at the spirit in her room; sighing, “What did I do that got you to be like this?” Grandmother Willow glared, “Oh I don’t know? Leaving the house knowing that there are creatures of the night that could kill you.” Her eyes scanned towards the bite that was visible on Ava’s neck. “On other thoughts, you’re lucky to be alive.” The young woman on the bed glanced towards the clock and groaned. “Great, Dustin will be here in ten minutes, and I’m not even dressed yet.” “You should call in sick today. You don’t have the energy to go through your learning.” “I know that you have a good point,” stated Ava with worry in her voice. She crawled out of bed and turned her radio off.
Ava Miller found herself back at her home, after her long day at school. If it were up to her, she would not find herself going back there anytime soon. But she had no choice. She had to go to school. “I take it, you had a hard day?” Ava smiled as she turned to look at the wandering spirit in the living room. “You could say that.” “I see that boy didn’t drive you home today. Is everything alright?” Ava turned to walk towards the kitchen, where she went to grab a glass of water. She took a few sips before replying, “I’m finding out things that I wish I didn’t. Apparently, Dustin has feelings for me, or it was because of the vampire bite.” “It was the vampire bite,” stated Grandmother Willow with worry. “Did other boys had the same effect?”“Mostly, yes. It made me feel sick, I’m not used to that kind of attention.” She took another sip before turning towards the spirit. “Is there something I should be doing to prevent them from acting on impulses?” “Yes, but it could
Azreal was missing his wife dearly. He kissed her, feeling her body to heat up. He loved how he could cause her to come alive, under his attention. His lips molded her with hers. His hands glided around her, bringed her closer to him. Only for him to feel her body to heat up. As he explored her, he had managed to take her clothes off he went. Not paying attention that she had done the same with him. He picked her up by her butt and she wrapped her legs around him, feeling her core over his rod, where he could nearly enter. He kept kissing her massaging her butt, feeling her relaxed. Juat before he made walked to their bed and placed her in the middle. He hoved over her, kissed her from her lips, neck and made his way down. Warshipping and taking his time with his wife. He felt her shiver and quiver under his kissing decorations on her body. “Beautiful,” he told her softly. His final kiss in the inside thigh, as he nudge her legs open. She opened her legs wide for him
Azreal walked out of the Federal Building in a controlled anger. Ever since he heard Ava was being pulled from his side, he wanted to hit something or even someone. Mainly, he wanted to knock Michael's good looking face off. He was only too happy to know that Ava has not fallen for his looks. He would have been sad if she had, but not angry. He would never be angry with her. Azreal could never find it in himself to be angry with her. She was full of life. While he was he was full of nothing but death. It was all he ever knew. "I was half expecting that you would knock that guy down," stated Hank with a bit of a bark. “Believe me Hank, I am still thinking about it…” His tone was dark. “Good,” stated the thin assistant. I almost want to do it myself. “I don’t always go for the people alone. Someone was the supplier. Someone with leads, someone to take these drugs off of the Birt.” “There is a lot of technology, along,” I supplied. Things needed to be moved regardl
Three nights after the prom, Azreal lead Ava to the police station. Where he had gone and packed up his things. He no longer thought it was a good idea to work for the local police department. Not when he had to act like a diled down person. Instead of someone with great power. When they had reached the lockerroom, it was where they had met Hank. Azreal’s human partner, while they were walking the streets of Spokane. Hank turned to Azreal with a raised eyebrow. “Something told me that you would sneak in, and pack up and leave.” He then glanced over towards Ava. “How are you doing, misses?” Ava smiled, “I am doing better, thanks Hank.” Just as Azreal had packed everything in a dark duffle bag. One of the other officers came in. “You three are called into the chief’s office, now.” The three looked at each other, before they made their way into the chief’s office. Where they saw him pacing behind his desk. The three took a chance to look at each other. Before they l
A couple of weeks had passed since David was introduced to Mavis Jones. Along with the shopping for the prom had also passed, meaning it was the night of the prom. Which the two men had agreed to treat the two young women like the princesses that they deserve to be. They took them to a well know Italian restaurant in Spokane, Olive Garden. A place that they had heard Mavis talked about a few times. At the dance. The two men glanced at each of the dancing couples, it was something that they had not seen in an age. At least not since the days of balls and formalities. Every man: including themselves, were in three-piece suits. While the women were in layers of dresses, some even thinner than most. Including a variety of colors that they have not seen before. David leaned into Azrael and whispered, “And here I thought that the things I’ve learned from Mavis were a glorious torture. Seeing these mortals dance, you must wonder if new life would be making an appearance in a
Ava found herself in her living room, watching TV. She did not feel like having a soundless house. It was enough for her mind to bring her back to the night before. Seeing herself going savage on someone that she had once thought of as a friend. If it was not for Azrael and David, she would not know how she felt about taking the man’s life. She could not even bring herself to think about the friend’s name. “What have I done,” she gasped at herself. When she knew that there was no one there to talk to her. Other than the movie that was being played before her, “Ghost.” It was the thing that was helping to allow the tears to leak out. “I wish for school to be over.” She shook her head, trying to fight off the images in her head. “Why can’t he have been someone I didn’t know?!” She felt her fingers ranking into her hair, pulling. She wanted the images to stop. “STOP,” she cried out. “WHY CAN’T THESE IMAGES STOP!” “They will, in time,” stated an elderly woman’s voice.
The next day, Ava found herself in her bedroom. Laying on her comfortable bed, along with a headache on her temples. She glanced around, noticing a note next to one of her pillows. Called the school, you are out sick today. Get some rest, I will see you later. Az Her eyes hurt after making her eyes focus on the reading and was glad that the note was short. Her eyes then moved towards her clock radio. Where she saw that it was four o’clock in the late afternoon. Which means, she had a long day of rest. But it did not explain the pain she was in. She forced herself to lay back down and it was when she saw flashes of images that had happened the night before. Where she was forced to remember her fickle thoughts of wanting to destroy Dustin Black. His name should have been enough to clue in on what kind of person he was. But unlike most people, Ava gave everyone a chance to prove themselves otherwise. ‘I have a bad choice in friends when it comes to guys.’ She closed
Ava found herself in the middle of a cemetery. Surrounded herself with the dead. So far, she had seen many ghosts walking in dismal movements. It was enough to want to tell Azrael that she wanted to go home but knew that she was needed. She sat on the cold ground, leaning her back on an even colder tomb wall. She was keeping herself in the shadows as much as she could. But was having a bad feeling about the planning of the ordeal that night. Ava felt her skin prickling. She felt a presence that she had no idea of who it could be, other than knowing it was a spirit. She turned her head towards the left and sure enough, there was a ghost of a woman standing next to her. “You can see me?” Ava nodded, “Yeah.” She turned towards the area near her. “I can see you.” “You shouldn’t be here.” The woman glanced around the grounds. “An evil presence will come soon, and he will feast on your soul.” “That’s why I’m here.” Keeping her eyes moving from where she could see. “To pre
Ava had found it difficult when speaking to her husband and the elder detective. But in the end, Ava won the arguments that she had with the two men. She found it tiring when she had to explain that something told her to do something. What she could not understand was Azrael arguing with her. She led the group of men towards the church that she had once known. Ava and her mother had stopped going once the church had decided that Latin was the fad to use during masses. It was not the only reason that Ava had stopped going. It was also the fact that the church and the Bible never added up to be the same. For example, the Bible said to not build images of me. While the church had done the very thing that the Bible said not to. Over the years after leaving the church, Ava had felt lost. It had taken some time for Ava to realize that like humankind, churches are not perfect. It was something that she was able to live with. Once at the church, David was on the ground trav
Azrael found himself at Ava’s home and found her not being there. From there he went to the cave and still found no sign of his wife anywhere. “I guess she might be at Mavis’?” With that in mind, he went outside and climbed onto his skeleton horse and rode off. When he reached the familiar house, Azrael found Ava sitting on a porch swing. Talking to Mavis. “I knew I would find you here.” The two glanced up, seeing the dark haggard look on the man before them. “I take it that things have changed in the case?” Azrael walked towards them and sat on the railing before them. “You can say that,” he closed his eyes for a moment before looking towards Ava. “Tonight, you and I are going on an undercover date.” “Wait,” gasped Ava. She pushed herself out of her seat and walked towards him. “I think there is a lot you’re not telling me.” “Sorry,” he groaned. “I’m just used to working alone.” He looked into her forest green eyes, seeing her pale skin become a little more white tha