Salamor hovered over a sleeping homeless man in the
street. He never understood how the
primates never took care of each other if they were supposed to be full of love
for their God. He could smell the odor
of urine-soaked clothes. Even though he
was a Demon Myst, the smell made him sick.
He fully understood why Vandor was dedicated to the Dark to regain
control of the primates. They didn't
know how to handle themselves. The Dark
would rule over them, keep them in line, make them work with a purpose and then
continue to understand that power once their mortal life was distinguished.
Salamor was scouting looking for just the right person for
Vandor. He had some time before he
needed someone with the right heart, but he liked to keep one in mind just in
case. They seemed to be harder and
harder to come by. Salamor continued to
go person to person to find for consumption.
He sniffed a primate whore who was working on a male who was obviously
married. Salamor thought he would have
some fun with her so he whispered in her ear for a moment until she had a sense
of hopelessness he could pounce on, but she quickly regained her focus to
continue her work. Salamor got
frustrated but came across a couple who were fighting in their apartment. He floated through the window to sense the
feel of despair. It was not coming from
the adult primates, but someone else.
This feeling was in no doubt something he could pass the time with.
He floated into the room in the shadows where he saw a young
teenage girl crying into her pillow while listening to music. She was trying to drown out the yelling from
the older primates. He floated next to
her bed and studied her face. He never
really studied the features of a primate up close before. He really didn’t see what the big deal
was. He guessed she was attractive by
primate standards but that was no matter.
He leaned close to her ear, “do it.”
The girl continued to cry. He
changed the approach and floated to her other ear, “no one will miss you.” The girl got out of bed. She wiped the tears from her face as she
looked at old pictures of her family.
“You’d be better off,” he continued hovering over her. The girl opened the drawer to her desk where
there was a bottle of pills next to a Bible.
Salamor cringed at the thought of her opening that book. But she grabbed the pills instead, she read
them and then she looked to the door where she heard her parents fighting. “Show them,” Salamor whispered to her.
The young, teenage girl opened the bottle. She took all the pills, washing them down
with a hidden bottle of alcohol she had hid in her closet. There was no turning back now. Salamor took advantage of the situation, “The
window.” The little girl stumbled to the
window and pushed out the screen. Salamor
looked down at the distance; he knew the fall would end this young girl’s
life. “One step,” he said. The little girl got onto the ledge of the
window. Salamor floated outside of the
window where he motioned for her to come to him as his demon’s eyes flashed.
“Do it.” The little girl took one last
drink from her bottle as she stepped forward. She fell to the ground, breaking her mortal
body. Salamor was pleased with his
accomplishment. He soared down to the
girl lying on the pavement below. The
open eyes of the lifeless body just stared at him as he studied her. A feeling of accomplishment consummated over
Then a light caught Salamor’s attention as a skinny girl
with a pale face came running up to the girl with fists glowing blue. Accompanied her was a massive creature on
four legs running up to him. He flew
back to the wall to watch from shadows where he was most comfortable. He watched as the Lite Sentry examined the
body. He could see her open her
communication device as she was calling, asking someone for help.
Salamor heard the scream of a woman coming from up
above. He looked to see a woman
screaming for her child as the father tried holding her back. Salamor snickered. He went to gaze upon the lifeless body in
front but he was met with the Lite Sentry face to face.
“Why?” She asked him.
Salamor watched as her colossal companion joined her side
growling. He just stared back at
her. “Why not?” he questioned back. “How does it feel to know you are failing?” Her eyes flashed as she swung at
Salamor. Her fists went through him like
a land machine through fog. “You are a
fool as much as you are a failure. You
are worthless. No one is to love you.”
She regained her bearings.
“You need to leave, or I will find a way to kill you.” She straightened up her outfit. The purple creature growled at Salamor and
then turned to join his master’s side.
Salamor floated off into the darkness of the alley as he
hollered back at her, “No one, Sentry.”
Anne had managed to shut off her alarm before it was set to
wake her up. She didn’t want to wake
Kale up from his sleep. He was getting
little as of late. He was tossing and
turning a lot lately these past couple of months. The size of the dorm beds was not conducive
for two people, so the movement was really noticeable. It didn’t really matter though, because she
enjoyed lying next to him. Anne nestled closer to him as he squeezed his arm
around her stomach. She could not help
but to smile. Anne peeked over at his
roommate who was sleeping soundly in the bed on the other side of the
room. Kameron was a nice guy, but she
didn’t know too much about him as he pretty much kept to himself. She managed to slowly move Kale’s arm from
around her as she picked up her shoes.
She grabbed her keys for the car, trying not to make any sounds. It was a half hour drive before she got home,
and she had to get ready for her advanced class on religious history.
She leaned over and kissed Kale on the forehead, “I gotta
Kale murmured, “Do you have to? What time is it?”
“5:30 in the morning.
I have my early class today,” Anne answered. “I will call you when I get done.”
Kale winced as he rolled over. He opened his eyes and smiled. He ran his fingers through her wavy brown hair. “Dinner tonight?” He playfully pushed on the center of her
She kissed his hands, “I will pick you up at five.” She smiled at him as he returned in
“Can’t wait.” He tried to get up to kiss Anne, but she
pushed him down.
“No, no, you stay down,” Anne bent over to kiss him
instead. The two kissed as she had a
hard time saying good-bye. She giggled
as he tried to keep her close to him, “I really need to go.”
Mole smiled at Anne because she was cute as a button as she
tried not to disturb his roommate with her leaving. He still got a tingling rush as she blew him
a kiss goodbye, giggling. He knew she
had to go to class. It still didn’t make
watching her leave any easier. She quietly
shut the door and he laid in bed debating if he would start trying to get
up. He had the energy; the problem was
every morning it was getting more and more painful for him to get out of bed.
His back was completely stiff, and it hurt him to walk until his back got
warmed up a bit. He heard his roommate start to roll over as he turned off his
alarm. Mole liked Kameron as far as he
knew of him. He just did his thing. He went to the gym, class, gym, studying, and
bed, that’s all he knew of him. That,
and the fact he was from a small town north of New York. Kameron got up and gave a nod as he got into
his bathrobe and headed to the community bathroom.
Mole tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot from his
back. He continued to lie in bed waiting
for the pain to subside before he attempted to get out again. He rolled over to his side so he could swing
his legs onto the floor. He took a
moment for more pain to leave. Once the
sensation dissipated, he limped over to his desk where he grabbed some pain
medication. He took the dosage
prescribed as he stretched his back out.
It took a bit for him to warm up his back before he could walk normally,
but he really needed to be careful not to overdo it throughout the day.
He put on his bathrobe which Anne had put over his chair at
his desk. She must have used it when she
took a shower last night as Mole was sleeping.
He really appreciated the sacrifices she was making to keep their
relationship going. At least once during
the week she would spend the night over in his dorm room and meet up four to
five times a week for dinner, studying together, or just to hang out.
The door opened and Kameron came in as Mole walked to the
bathroom. The sound of a door opening
down the hall caught Mole’s attention. A
blonde girl who was obviously wearing the same clothes she wore last night was
sneaking out of the room. She gave him a
quick embarrassed smile as she walked barefoot down the hallway, holding her
high heels. Mole smiled in return and
continued to get ready for his day.
Alex walked into her shared apartment with Komptin at her
side. She was sure to be quiet because
she didn’t know if Anne and Brenda were sleeping or not. Brenda was a roommate who had answered an ad
Anne placed in the student lounge at her school. Alex didn’t really care for her too much; she
was nice but not too smart. Brenda
reminded Alex of a typical California Valley Girl. She talked like a ditz and she looked down at
people she didn’t think were up to her standard.
Anne offered the master bedroom of the house to Alex so she
would have enough room for Komptin. Alex
used her skills to quietly sneak past the two other rooms. The door squeaked when Alex opened it. Komptin jumped on the bed and got
comfortable. Alex thought it was ironic
because her side effect from being a Lite Sentry was in full swing. She hadn’t slept for two years, but her furry
companion over there could sleep at a drop of a hat. She actually missed the feeling of being
tired and falling asleep in a nice, warm bed.
The only time Alex got into the bed was to read or if she hooked up with
someone for the night. Other than that, Komptin
had it made, and he was not shy about taking advantage of it.
Komptin went immediately to bed and started to snore. Alex got undressed and put her bathrobe on to
get ready to jump in the shower. She sat
down at the foot of the bed so Komptin could put his head on her lap. She scratched her faithful companion behind
the ears. He slowly opened his eyes into
a sad stare. Alex got up to see what he
was looking at so intently through the window.
The fall months kept the mornings dark and the stars out later. Alex gazed upon the purple star shining
bright for only her and Komptin to see.
“I miss him too,” Alex said. She
sat back down on the bench at the foot of the bed and hugged her dog. “I hope I am doing him proud.” Komptin licked Alex on the cheek. Alex laughed.
“Gross.” She ruffled him up a bit
and Komptin playfully tried to bite her hands.
“I gotta get ready for class.”
She got up to take a shower. She
got undressed and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked at the scar on the side of her
neck. An infiltrator had possessed Sara’s dad, making him into a demon. Alex hunted him down and during their fight he
dug his claw into her neck. Then she
looked over some of the other scars.
Most of them were faint but one or two were quite noticeable. She wondered how anybody would accept her as a
Anne got out of her car and buttoned up her coat. The fall mornings were cold; she was more of
a heat girl. The warm weather made her
feel comfortable. She didn’t like the
cold. She locked her car and walked into
the apartment. She heard Alex in her
room getting ready for the day. She
didn’t know if Brenda was up or not, so she wanted to keep quiet as she put her
keys down on the table next to the door.
She looked through the mail and she saw nothing really of importance to
her. It was mainly bills and
pamphlets. Being this close to multiple
colleges caused a lot of junk mail to come to their house. Environmental pamphlets, political pamphlets,
drug legalization pamphlets; Anne just found them annoying. The only thing of interest was a package for
She opened the internet bill and then the utility bill. She was fortunate in her situation. Her dad
had bought the apartment as an investment.
Anne didn’t have to pay anything as long as she was responsible, Alex
lucked out as the church paid for her bills, and Brenda was irresponsible in some
ways, but she always paid her share of the food and bills. Anne grabbed the junk mail she collected and
walked into the kitchen to throw it in the recycle bin. She was hungry so she went back to her usual
quick meal, English Muffin with peanut butter and honey. Kale had introduced her to this quick breakfast,
and she fell in love with it. She had it
pretty much every morning with a cup of coffee and some sort of fruit. She sat down and started to read some of her
notes for her class.
Alex came into the kitchen wearing her school uniform minus
the blazer. Anne always found it amusing
seeing her wear a Catholic school uniform with her long, black woven hair and
dark make up.
“Morning,” Alex said, grabbing an Apollo drink out of the refrigerator.
Anne replied back with a pleasant, “Good morning, how was
“Weird,” Alex said.
“I ran into a creature I hadn’t seen since high school.”
Anne’s heart stopped, she immediately thought of Roger and
that night where he had almost killed Kale and probably herself as well. If it wasn’t for Alex and Komptin, Anne and
Kale would not be here today.
Alex recognized the fear in Anne’s eyes. “Relax,” she
said. “It wasn’t Roger—not even an infiltrator.” Alex grabbed a bowl and some kiddie sugary
cereal. “It was that weird, misty thing
that hung around Vandor.”
Anne just watched Alex eat her cereal as she read the back
of the cereal box. “You don’t seem too
worried about it.”
“I’ve learned not to worry about such things, otherwise I
drive myself insane,” she said.
Anne could see that.
A person must live their life, otherwise focusing on the bad will just
drive a person over the edge. “You have
always had a strong viewpoint on life.
By the way, there’s a package by the door. I saw it when I came home from Kale’s dorm
“Oh, goody. I ordered
these new sets of vacuuming seal bags.
It’s going to save a ton of room.
Anne just smiled at her.
“How’s Kale?” Alex continued to read the back of the cereal
“He’s fine,” Anne answered.
“I still think he is trying too hard and he wants to go back to where he
was in high school. I can see sometimes
his back and knees hurt him more than he tries to let on.” Anne just shook her head.
Alex bit into her cereal, “Do you think I should tell
him?” She continued to look at the back
of the box.
“Tell who what?” Brenda asked, coming into the kitchen
wearing skimpy pajama bottoms and a tank top.
“Telling Mole, I broke his sunglasses,” Alex quickly covered
herself. She was finishing up her
cereal. She looked at her watch. “I need
to get going.” She put her bowl into the
dishwasher and grabbed a piece of cooked steak from the fridge. Alex could see Brenda was looking at
her. “It’s for Komptin.”
Anne heard Alex call for Komptin and the two of them left
for school. Brenda grabbed the cereal
still left on the table. “You know, I
just don’t know how like that girl can eat like she does and maintain being so
skinny,” Brenda commented. She put the
cereal away and took an apple and yogurt and sat down across from Anne.
“Some people just have that ability,” Anne said. She turned the page on her notes. Her phone chimed letting her know a message came
in from Kale. She opened it to a picture
of him in the shower covering his “Little Mole,” as he liked to call it, with a
bar of soap. Anne could feel her face
“What?” Brenda asked.
“Just a message from Kale,” Anne said quickly, closing the
“You know, Anne, he is, like, a real keeper. You better keep a tight rein on that one,”
she said, dipping her apple in her yogurt.
“We’ve been together since high school,” Anne pointed
“Exactly my point,” Brenda said. “You don’t think being around those other
girls over there got him tempted in straying?”
“Nope,” Anne said in confidence as she turned the page of
“Like, don’t ya think all men are the same?” Brenda asked
her as she took a spoonful of yogurt. “I’m just saying none of them can be
Anne took her comments with a grain of salt. Brenda had a habit of picking the typical
jock cliché. Those guys would hook up
with her because she was an attractive girl, but really naïve. Anne believed the guys would get tired of her
and then leave or cheat. At times, Anne
really felt sorry for her.
“I need to get going to class,” Anne said. “Have a good day.”
Alex put the service dog harness on Komptin. She knew he hated it. It was necessary for him to wear it. The church pushed it through that he was her
service dog. Alex never knew the
justification they used, but she just told people she was severely anxious from
an attack she had been in. It wasn’t a total lie; she had been attacked numerous
times. People normally didn’t push
because she had the scars to prove it.
She clipped the leash on him. “Sorry,” she scratched his ears.
They walked into the school building where she ran into one
of the priests. “Alexandria.”
“Father,” Alex replied.
Alex was not really in mood for a confrontation. Father Carl was not a fan of Alex. She never understood why. Alex maintained a “B” average, she was never
late for any of her classes, and she was, for the most part, being good.
Father Carl just looked at Komptin. Alex could tell he was refraining from
voicing his personal feeling about the dog being in the school. “I’m keeping tabs on you.”
Alex was shocked, “Me?
What did I do?”
“I don’t know…yet. But I would like to talk to you after
your first class,” Father Carl told her.
Alex gave him a sarcastic smile back, “Can’t wait.”
“And watch that attitude young lady,” he told her. “It’s not the type of behavior we are known
for or will accept if you ever want to graduate from this well-known
The first thing Alex thought of was, “I wonder if I’m on
sacred ground?” She felt a small tingle in her arm as she could generate
Lite. “Good to know,” she said out loud.
“Excuse me?” Father Carl turned around.
“I said it was good to know that you think I have an
attitude problem,” she said to him.
“Nice to know where I stand.”
“We’ll talk about this in my office after your first class,”
he said walking away, inspecting the hallway for cleanliness.
Alex looked up at the ceiling, “Just one time?” She lifted
her finger in the air and lit it up. She
playfully looked around for a sign of permission. “Didn’t think so.”