SUPERNATURAL FAN-WIKI HOME
MY LITTLE DEMON
BY: OCTOBER57RAIN
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CHAPTER 1
ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD
The dark colored truck pulled slowly in at the back of a long row of businesses. Its digital radio clock glowing amber green, illuminated the hour of one-twelve am. The driver took some time getting out of the truck making sure no one he did not want to see was around then slipped a handgun into the back of his pants. Quietly he walked up to the back door and knocked. Footsteps approached then the tumbling of the lock seemed to echo across the alley. Hinges on the heavy metal door screeched as the door slowly opened. “It’s me Scott let me in.” The man slipped through the half-opened door. Scott closed and locked the door behind him.
The two looked at each other and they gave a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you John, but aren’t you a little early?” Scott walked behind the huge block table to the long wall of stainless steel refrigerators and pulled out a tray of wrapped roast beef. “You look like you could use a bite to eat. Let me fix you a sandwich while you tell my why you’re here.” He proceeded to gather ingredients to make a roast beef sandwich on whole grain bread.
Looking nervously around John walked to the server window to make sure the restaurant front was empty then returned where Scott was busy. “There after my family Scott and I need help. I have been chasing down Demons for the last year trying to find who is behind this and I keep coming up short. The last minion I questioned said I was chasing the wrong Demon and that someone or something was coming this way.” John shuttered when the band in the cocktail lounge started their last session.
Grabbing two tumbler glasses and a bottle of McNaughton Whiskey from under the kitchen table where it was hiding inside one of the many soup pots Scott slid the finished sandwich across the table to John. “Here eat and stop worrying. Since you called me last week I have been checking around and there is nothing to be found.” The whiskey swirled into the empty glasses. “Here take a drink while your non-brother in-law gives Tom a call.”
Ting tang ting tang went the keys as Scott punched in the quick code then waited. “Hey, watch your language.” Scott listened to Tom complain about the blasted late hour. “Sorry but you know some things just don’t wait for time. I have John Winchester here with me and he feels we should be expecting some bad company.” Scott rubbed his baldhead and watched John eat his sandwich as if it was his first meal in weeks. “Nothing, you sure… No, I am not calling you an idiot… Okay fine I will talk with you tomorrow when you get done fixing my car.”
The cell phone in his hip pocket buzzed and John downed the last drop of whiskey and answered. “Hello... Dean what’s wrong?” John listened for some time before hanging up then knocked back the fresh whiskey Scott had poured. “So Scott, do you live in your cook’s uniform or did you just forget to do laundry?” He laughed and Scott snootily joined in. They spent the next few hours catching up on hunter news then John drove off to the next town where he had already rented a room for the week.
The dinner shift was about to start at the restaurant where a young woman sat alone at the counter. “This coffee is better then anything I could get in Heaven”. A new customer proclaimed as Charlie finished filling the woman’s cup for the umpteen times. The woman looked around the restaurant admiring the old country rock and roll theme that seemed to fill the air with welcoming comfort. Above the server window Felix the cat ticked away time with his tail. His face gave away the late afternoon hour of nine after four.
“I really don’t think it’s the coffee you taste. It’s all the sugar you pour in to mask the dark rich flavor” Charlie returned the half-filled pot to the warmer and began wiping down the counter. “You’re not from around here are you?” Giving the stranger a quick glance, Charlie continued to clean.
The sugar jar poured its last granule into the steaming cup as the young woman swirled the sweetened pool with a clanging noise from the spoon tapping against the ceramic white walls. “It is amazing how the sugar makes this coffee sparkle. No wonder people call it sweetener.” With both hands clasped on the cup, she took a sip, “my name is Luna. I just arrived today for a brief stay before I continue.” She took another sip, “May I have another piece of your delectable apple pie?” With a gesture, Luna pushed her empty pie plate toward the counter edge.
Placing the dirty dish in a soak pan tucked away on the shelf below the counter, Charlie quickly placed another piece of pie on a clean plate and positioned it in front of Luna, then corrected her ticket and returned it upside down beside her, “Thank you for stopping in and enjoying our pie and coffee. Be kind on your travels and don’t litter the roadways!” Charlie spoke as she walked away. Her attention was outside where her friend, Lynda was passing by the long row of windows that filled the restaurant front. Lynda was skipping along like a little child, but she was twenty-two and about to graduate from college.
Expecting to see Lynda walk through the door Charlie found herself off guard when a young man about her age or maybe a few years older appeared and just stood in the door jam. His instinctive way to view the surroundings of the restaurant before stepping beyond the threshold reminded Charlie of Billy the kid with a James Dean whisper. She watched as he smoothly moved his head around the room. She could see his eyes pause on each customer yet coolly moving back and forth his head without a pause. His butch cut brownish hair brought out the crystal deep green of his eyes.
Charlie paused for a moment checking out the full lip features of this young man who finally grabbed a booth and dropped himself down as if he was taking up residence. With a glass of water and menu, she walked up watching him peel off the dark brown jacket he wore, revealing his green hood shirt and strange necklace. She did not get a chance to look the necklace over as he slipped it under his shirt.
Getting close without jumping into his lap Charlie did not notice his black boot sticking out from the booth and tripped. With grace and precise movement, she managed to keep most the water in the cup, only loosing an ounce or so. She saw the surprised look staring back at her. “I am so sorry.” She heard a giggle from the front booth and turned to see Lynda pretending to throw kisses in the air then all of sudden sunk down.
Wiping the water off his face the man looked up. “I guess the waters on me!” He saw Charlie’s face turn red and felt bad about the whole scene. “I guess you can tell I didn’t take a shower today!” He tried to ease the tension growing but tired from hours of driving and hungrier then a cricket stuck in a mason jar hindered the situation. “Hey lets forget the last five minutes, okay!” He watched Charlie nod her head. “Good!” He held his hand out, “Hi, I’m Dean.” He felt the awkward feeling settle back down in his gut and could tell Charlie was less embarrassed by the moment.
“Hi I am your waitress for the next fifteen minutes, because that is when my shift ends. So if you know what you would like before then I will gladly take your order.” Charlotte felt her emotions swirl into a hurricane sucked in by the smile Dean gleamed back at her. Not know what to say she walked away in silence, giving Dean a casual look just once before joining Lynda.
Charlie slid across the red vinyl material inlaid with a random gold glitter pattern. Gold buttons connected the points of over stuffed diamonds double seamed into the back. The seat had two double stitches wrapping from the back to the bottom front giving the impression of three individual seats in the same red with gold glitter material. She gave Lynda a slap on the shoulder. “You are so immature.” They both started giggling then Charlie notices Dean motion her to return. “Hold that thought girl.”
“Just give me your best hamburger with fries.” After taking his order, Charlie went behind the counter and clipped it to the wheel. She watched the cook take the receipt and go to work creating another masterpiece. She noticed Dean was on his cell phone and one of her regular customers standing at the cash register. “Mr. Whipple did you enjoy your lemon meringue pie?” He did not answer back, just handed the correct amount for his pie and left. “Thank you Mr. Whipple, please come back again.” Dean motioned Charlie over again.
She could not help but notice his eyes follow her every move. This made her feel a little awkward with each step that drew her closer to the man that could be her prince charming mixed with a shot of bad. “Yes, is there something wrong?” She had to keep her emotions in check. “Would you like more water?” Now she felt stupid and was glad Dean did not jump on that one with some come back that would send her running. Instead, he asked for his meal to go. “No problem and since the water was on you, the meal is on me.” She paused for a moment. “But I am not going to wear it out of here for you. I’ll throw the container in for free.” She saw his grin and felt the woozy seep in.
Going back into the kitchen where the head cook Scott was putting the final touches on the hamburger Charlie grabbed a to-go tray and placed it on the prep board. Scott positioned the hamburger into the tray while Charlie went to the refrigerator and picked through the container of strawberries until she found the perfect one and then placed it on the side of the hamburger. She saw Scott give her a questioning look. “Don’t say anything Uncle Scott.” He did not and Charlie watched him put an extra helping of fries and cucumber chips into the box and then grin. She leaned to him on her tiptoes and gave a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thanks Scotty!”
Returning to Dean’s booth Charlie placed the tray on the table. “Thank you.” She felt if she said anything more he may never return.
Dean stood to leave, “Hey, shouldn’t I at least know who is feeding me?” She told him her name. “Charlie?” Dean slid his jacket back on. “I tell you what little one. When your parents named you they should have called you Sapphire, I would of just looking into those baby blues.” Seeing Charlie start to back off Dean felt this young girl was not use to receiving comments. Charlie left him with his order and returned to the booth where Lynda was digging through her cluttered book bag
As Dean walked past and out the door, the two girls gazed at the dream boy getting away. “Oh, Charlie he would be perfect for you.” Again, Charlie slapped Lynda on the arm. “What?”
Getting back to searching inside her book bag, Lynda grabbed a pile of papers and began sorting through them. After five minutes of searching through the chaos of paper, she pulled out a white card. Hilarity poured from Lynda’s lips, “Oh my God, look at this. Next month we will be all grown up. I wonder if this means I have to stop skipping around town!”
With a quick movement, Charlie snatched the announcement and read, “You are cordially invited to the Commencement Ceremony for the year two-thousand and five on June…”
The rest went unread as Charlie left behind her friend to run up to the tall dark haired man who walked through the door. His Jean jacket collar tucked upward around his neck. “Dad, Dad you’re here. I miss you so much.” It has been years since Charlie saw her dad and without interruption she wrapped her arms around his high shoulders and he picked her up as if she was still his little girl then gently put her back down. “Dad, you messed my uniform, I’m not twelve years old. I am twenty-one and about to graduate from college.” She gave a peculiar look then grinned with enthusiasm, “Do it again!” If smiles could wrap around the world theirs would have. Again into the air Charlie went.
“Hey John, how have things been?” Scott stepped out from the kitchen to acknowledge his presence. “When you’re done flittering with the waitress you need to get your ass back here and let’s catch up on old times.” Scott walked to the grill, finished putting the toppings on two hamburgers, and then added French fries to the plates.
From the server window the hot aroma of French fries and two hamburgers with bacon, cheese and one egg over easy carried the cooks voice across the air, “Order up, get it while it’s hot and don’t complain to the cook”. Scott went back to preparing orders for other customers.
“Hey John” Lynda stated as she got up from the booth.
Giving his daughter a kiss on the forehead John excused himself to visit Scott. His eyes catching sight of Luna made him pause, but only for a moment as Lynda slipped behind the counter breaking the connected glance so she could pick up the order. “Hey waitress” she called to Charlie, “where is our milkshakes, get them going girl while I munch down on these fries”.
In no time Charlie had the machine spinning together vanilla ice cream, real strawberries and a touch of whole milk. Her ever being tingling with joy gave reason to rejoice in rock and roll motion to the buzzing sound of the blades churning. Wrapped in her giddily girl happy moment Charlie was unaware Becky had arrived for the evening shift. “Hey” Charlie jumped in surprise then held out her hand as Becky handed her two twenty dollar bills with the food ticket from where Luna had been sitting.
“Boy, Charlie you must of given some great service. Hope you didn’t work on someone’s car again while your suppose to be serving. You know this is a restaurant not some grease garage.” Becky walked away with a better then you attitude, turning just for a moment as Charlie poured two milkshakes, “Don’t forget to put that money in the till and clean up your mess before you end your shift. I shouldn’t have to clean up after you.” Grabbing a strawberry off the short cake Becky popped it into her mouth for Charlie to see as if taunting her to tell someone.
These things did not bother Charlie. She slipped into the kitchen and came out with a fresh sliced strawberry to replace the one Becky took. Then she cleaned up the milk shake machine and retired her apron into her small locker that sat beneath the cash register counter. She joined Lynda at the table with the shakes. “Why are you still skipping down the road? You have been pulling that stunt since we were in second grade and Bobby dared you to skip longer then him or eat that slug.” Charlie sipped on her shake and then did a poor impression of Becky. “We are grown ups now in a grown up world doing grown up things and skipping just don’t fit in.” Lynda gagged on her shake from the laughter she was trying to hold back. Then they both burst out in laughter drawing others attention to their table.
Being half owner with her father Charlie did not worry about what Becky thought. She knew she was not a server. Her goal was to operate the business from an office not a spatula or small pocket apron. “Lynda you sure you want to go help with the float tonight. You know it is the thirteen.” Charlie watched Lynda grab her long blonde hair as to make herself look frightened. “You should be frightened it is also… You know…” Charlie leaned over the table towards Lynda and whispered, “Friday!” Again, they burst in laughter.
From the back door into the kitchen, small curls of cigarette smoke crept into the building from where John and Scott were talking, “Did you see the woman at the counter?” John gave a nod. “I think we need to find out where she came from? Could mean trouble for us if anyone finds out about her?” Scott took a long drag and then released it slowly.
“I will talk with her later.” John leaned against the building, “Well, we best make sure she isn’t here to stir up trouble before we go raising hell over nothing.” Putting out his cigarette John started back in but was startled when Becky shot through the door to get into Scott’s face. She started to holler at him about smoking with the door open when John interrupted, “Hello, Becky, you working this evening?”
Unawareness frosted her face, her brutal tone mashed to humble sweetness, “Mr. Winchester, what a lovely surprise. I just wanted to tell Scott, again, he should keep the kitchen door shut when smoking. How are you doing? Are you still long hauling?” Her questions received a nod from John as he entered the restaurant to join his daughter.
Becky trailed behind until the end of the long butcher table then turned left behind the grill and took the other swinging door out of the kitchen and into the dining room where she began her prep work. As she walked around placing salt and peppershakers on each round table and four sets of dinnerware along with white material napkins she talked to herself. “I cannot stand that brat she thinks she is so much better then us because she is graduating… I cannot believe they would let an insane person in college. She probably did mentally challenged classes just to pass,” A snarl crept across her face. “She does not even really work here…. Sandy had to get sick and call Charlie to fill in for her… I hate coming on shift after Charlie, she rarely sets up the dining room, and she is terrible at doing the side work.”
Back at the booth near the front door, the two girls were sipping and giggling at the same time while dipping French fries into their shakes. “Hello, Lynda it’s good to see you, you are always in such good spirit”. Reaching into his pocket John revealed a long package wrapped in gold paper with a red ribbon wrapped around and a tiny charm dangling to the side. “I know graduation is still weeks away, but I may not make it back in time.” The expression on Charlie’s face was pure disappointment, “Please, Charlie. You know I am an independent and I have to take what jobs come along. I will do my best to make it back I just can’t guarantee it” This left Charlie swimming in tears of disappointment that one would see if they could look inside her soul.
The heated disappointment signaled Lynda to make herself scarce with a “good to see you John … Catch your face in a year or two… I am late for a date with crepe paper and glue!” With hugs handed out Lynda gave a quick cheer motion then left her best friend and father to work out their issues together.
“Dad, I was hoping after buying Skip’s you wouldn’t have to travel anymore. I never get to see you and now, now, my biggest day since I finished High School is just a hop-skip away. I don’t understand why you can’t miss just one job.” Stirring her watery milkshake, she pushed it aside.
Showing off how she could be quick to respond, yet it really was not in her nature Becky approached the table and took away the dirty dishes without question.
Not knowing how to respond John slid the gift across the table, “Open it, please!”
Lacking in enthusiasm the gold wrapping fell to the table. The red ribbon still holding the charm lay underneath. Inside the box was a leather belt with a strange belt buckle. “Okay, a belt, a belt?” Charlie stretched the belt into the air, “I mean I like these markings and the buckle is cool, but Dad, I am graduating with a business degree not going out to become some dirt bike racer.” She looked over the belt. “I feel like your treating me as if I am insane like my mother who tells everyone and shows them by locking me up in that loony bin.” Try as she may she could not hold disappointment for her father and Charlie took off her old belt and put on the new one. She looked sternly at her father, “You know if you want to give me a real graduation present you could fire Becky.”
Without warning, John hollered across the room, “Becky, your fired?” The two looked at each other and could not help but laugh. “You know you are my sun and moon. The last thing I ever want to do is make you stand on your head so your frown becomes a smile.” Making light of the moment John handed Charlie another gift-wrapped in the Sunday comics. “This is your graduation present and don’t tell Selena. You know how your mother is.” He watched his daughter unwrap the package then look from the gift, then to him and then back again at the gift.
“Oh, Wow, Dad you know I can’t have this. Wow!” Charlie was so excited, every one of her friends had one, even little kids have one, but her mother would not let her have one and now she did. “My own cell phone, No way, Oh my goodness, Daddy, I love it”. Charlie was so busy dancing around and showing everyone, she had her own phone that John could not get another word in, only sit and watch his daughter glow with excitement. “Okay, that was insane lock me up. How am I going to hide this from mom? If she finds out I am in big trouble.”
John watched the springing happy young woman switch in an instant to a slouched bumming girl. “Look, just don’t tell your mother. You can keep the phone on buzz when you’re around her.” John watched Charlie’s smile slowly return. “I need to go talk to Tom, so why don’t we take this party over to the garage?”
They left the restaurant leaving Becky dumbfounded. She looked through the server window, “Hey, Scotty do you think he really meant it?” With only an eyes roll from Scott she shrugged her shoulders and took another strawberry. The place began to fill for the dinner shift and along with another server, Shannon and her brother Shane who worked as a short order cook and dishwasher, the evening would be a busy one.
When Charlie and John left through the front, Selena slipped out the back door of Skip’s cocktail lounge carrying two bottles of Whiskey. Stumbling her way out of the parking lot, “Hey you there!” Selena noticed she got their attention as Charlie and John turned to see who hollered. She staggered towards them the bottles dangling in her hands. Pointing at John, her tongue tripped over the words, “Oh, look its Mr. Wonderful scooting his shorts down Main Street and his little sidekick.” The smell of booze dripped like ice cream melting from the cone, “So, what is your name this visit, John, Paul, George or are you still Stan Holmihan the one night stand man?” There was no response. “Don’t look at me like that” Selena slurred her words, “and you, you little tramp I want you home after work. The house is a wreck and you haven’t vacuumed today.”
Selena tried to snuggle into John’s chest, but he held her back, “Charlie why don’t you head over to the garage before your shift starts and I will meet you there.” John did not feel it was his obligation to deal with the current problem but he did not want to be a part of some drunken scene on Main Street. “You have a great gift in front of you and your belittling has only made her stronger. You are Charlotte’s demon and you need to sober up, get off the drugs and see your daughter for who she is.”
“As if you have any idea who she is, you weren’t here to raise her so don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. I’m not your little play toy.” Selena stumbled over air trying to dance her way back to the alley where she parked her car. “Don’t follow me, I’ll call the cops”. Fumbling through her coat pockets while trying to keep her precious bottles safe, Selena could not find her car keys. “Here hold these for me. My keys are somewhere.” She looked at John, “Damn-it, I must have left them in the lounge.” John quickly stopped her and pointed to the keys dangling in the ignition. “Oh there they are.” Selena slid behind the steering wheel and was about to drive off when she realized she forgot something. She rolled down her window while John was walking away, “Hey, my Whiskey!”
Leaving Selena to find her way home with only one bottle of whiskey John headed over to the garage carrying the other.
Inside the little store front to the shop, Tom stood watching out the window at the scene that just happened. “Wow, John that was a close one, you’re lucky she didn’t decide to run you over. I am telling you some sort of Demon crawled up that woman’s backside and started nesting. You really should get Charlie away from her”. Before John could completely shut the front door, Tom had poured out his thoughts.
“Tom, please I can’t take Charlie on the road with me. You know that and what would Selena do, call the police and then I will have more trouble then I can swallow… No, Thanks.” John watched Charlie who was now in her grease suit working on a customer’s car. “Sure wish I could. She is old enough to be on her own but that damned woman has her all twisted in knots. No, if I take Charlie and Selena succeeded in committing suicide like she almost did the time Charlie tried to move in with her Grandfather. I cannot, my daughter would never forgive me. Its bad enough I have to hide the truth from her.”
The men retired to a set of bar stools sitting in front of the counter. John looked seriously at Tom. “Life is getting tricky Tom. Tonight Dean showed up at the restaurant when I told him specifically to meet me at the motel. I had to send him on a wild goose chase to North Bend. I do not know what I am going to tell him. Will any of my kids forgive me for one night of too much hunting, not enough sleep, whiskey and total loss of myself?” John felt trapped in the middle of a daytime sitcom. “I think it would break Charlie’s heart if she knew I never loved her mom and that her mom caught me on a drunken spree after a real bad hunt.”
“I think about that night as the worst mistake in my life, until I see that girl in there who has turned into a fine young woman and then that mistake turns into the most precious part of my world. She is my Angel and I don’t know how to tell her the truth about me and her mother.” John watched Tom walk around the counter where he proceeded to pour them some whiskey.
“Years ago I had a long conversation with Selena’s parents. They should be whacked between the brains for letting the drinking and drugs go on for so long.” One glass sat half full on the counter as Tom toasted with the other, “May you never be buried with your ass in the air and your horse in front of you.” With a toast, they laughed and then settled in for a long conversation.
After four cars and a few smoke breaks, Charlie looked at the clock on the wall, noticing it was three minutes after ten and closing time. However, Charlie did not want to go home. There was another car in the bay area and she was considering starting on the brakes when flashing blue lights caught her attention to the small set of windows on the garage doors. The windows were just low enough for her to look out and she saw Tom and her Dad talking with Officer Drew. They both looked her way and she could not help but feel her mother had called the cops or worse.
Busying herself with wiping down her tools and storing them neatly in the blue roll around, Charlie took a glance towards the lights then got back to closing shop. She took off the grey stripped jump suit that protected her clothing from grease and changed out of her grease boots and into her timber lanes. She figured Drew was gone, as the flashing lights no longer broke through the dusty windows to bounce off the walls in the shop. She could hear voices approaching and with a deep breath, she waited.
From the little store Drew appeared. He took off his hat and approached, “Evening, Miss Winchester. I’ve come by to ask if you have seen Lynda this evening.” The officer waited for a response.
“Lynda.” A tone of relief served up her words, “Yes, she and I had dinner at Skip’s and then Lynda went to Tammy’s house to work on the ceremony float for next Friday night.” Charlie gave her father a glance.
The Officer pulled out his little note pad with pen and began writing. Without stopping he continued, “Well, Miss Winchester, Apparently about seven pm this evening Lynda left the residence of one Tammy Wilder in a less then normal state of mind. According to Cheryl, who supports this, says Lynda became distraught when she heard her boy friend Bob or Bobby had taken comfort with another person who has remained nameless at this time.” Giving his hat a tip back while raising his head Drew looked at Charlie, “So, Miss Winchester I ask you again, have you seen Miss Blaine since the two of you had dinner?” With pen drawn, ready to dictate Drew stood fast.
It was not the first time the squad pushed Lynda emotionally until she just stomped off. Charlie had wished she had given up on cheerleading after high school. Nevertheless, Lynda enjoyed the routines and she did not want to disappoint her mother who had been a squad leader or her twin sisters who insisted she continue the family trait. Therefore, it did not worry Charlie to hear Lynda was missing. “Drew, Drew, Drew, don’t be so militant with me. You are only two years older and we grew up on the same block.” Before Drew could respond, Charlie continued, “You know as well as I, that Lynda is taunted by the squad. My God, all I hear after a practice is how they do not like her on the team, but she refuses to leave. So, don’t get your uniform in a bind the badge might poke you one.” Charlie walked away to join her Dad and Tom in the store section of the garage, “Lynda is most likely down at the park or on the river skipping rocks. Have you called Bobby to see if they are together, I mean, really Drew, must I do all the thinking for you?”
Following everyone out the building so Tom could lock the doors Drew instantly got on the horn, “This is Officer three-ten calling base station one, come in.” He motioned everyone to stay while he walked to his car. Within a few minutes he returned, “Well, it seems Bob and Lynda are unreachable, so for now we will consider them together. If you happen to see Lynda please give us a call.”
Needing to get home Charlie made plans with her dad for lunch the next day and then she left the two men to their business and headed down Main Street past the restaurant. With the Post Office in the same direction, Charlie made a quick stop to check the mail and while there, she used her new cell phone to call Lynda. Music played before connecting to Lynda’s voice mail, “Hey Lynda where are you? I wish you had picked up your phone I just hate voice messages. Look Drew stopped by, the police are looking for you. Come to the house when you get this or call me, I will leave my window unlocked- you know the routine –K love you.”
There was nothing new about being home. With the opening of the front door, Charlie could smell the whiskey rushing out to get away. The house sat in darkness, except for the living room television and a night lamp on the end table where her mother was unconsciously slouching. Retreating to her room after covering her mother with a blanket Charlie tried Lynda’s number, this time it went straight to voice mail, “figures you would turn your phone off. Call me when you get this.” After changing into sweats Charlie unlocked the window then went down stairs and started collecting empty bottles lying around the house after her mother made sure the last drop found her lips.
Stepping out into the night Charlie enjoyed the soft rain that had been falling for an hour watering the foliage of the earth. Her shirt absorbed each drop joined by the gathering stream that traced around ringlets of her long auburn brown hair to streak slowly down her back.
The sudden ring of the house phone drew her attention setting the task at hand into quickened motion of getting the over stuffed bag to the end of the drive where it ripped. Bottles crashed to the ground some breaking into fragmented pieces, “Damn it… I can not believe this!” Kneeling down to clean up the mess Charlie cringed in pain when one of the shared pieces cut the palm of her hand setting free a river of blood that spilled to the ground.
With just the outer boundaries of light from the corner street lamp to see by, Charlie noticed a small round object that was not broke lying in the blood soaked shattered mess. Suddenly she was startled. Her body leaped to a defensive standing position. The years of Karate and Kick Boxing set her stance. “Whoa, hang on there.” The shadowy figure stated as she stepped into the faded light. It was the woman Luna from the restaurant. “I am so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just taking a night walk when I heard the clattering noise from all this mess.” Luna saw the blood still dripping from Charlie’s hand, “Your bleeding, let me take a look!”
The verbal reminder of the slash on her hand with the pulsating beat of her heart heightened the pain she was feeling. Charlie saw the hanky Luna pulled from her back pocket and surrendered her wound to the outstretched hand after slipping the round coin into her jean pocket. “It’s not as bad as it looks. The glass missed my major veins or muscle. I will just wash it up and bandage it when I get done cleaning up my mess.” Charlie looked at Luna wondering how in one day they would meet twice, “It feels kind of awkward running into you again, just why are you on this end of town? I know it’s only as big as a quick sneeze, but still, why are you on my street?” With a graceful motion of her hand, Luna brushed the air across the wound with a tiny sparkler twinkle trailing behind. The wound healed sending Charlie back into her stance, “Who the hell are you! What, What are you?”
Night became day as Luna’s form darkened within the ray that was illuminating from behind her in the form of wings. Somewhere in the house could be heard the sound of Selena yelling for someone to turn off their headlights. Charlie wanted to run from the fear swallowing her whole but she could not move. The rain could not penetrate the light that surrounded her. Then in an instant, the darkness returned pulling the air from Charlie’s lungs. “Charlie, please don’t be afraid. For you have seen the light of God and are not blind. You are the chosen one and I am Luna an Angel and by request from God to give you guidance.”
After refilling her lungs Charlie started to walk backwards away from the young woman, “Angel, Angel you” her words stumbled over her lips, “Why would an Angel come see me and who ever heard of an Angel with long red hair dressed in jeans and light blue plaid shirt. NO, No, you are something, but you are not an angel.” Charlie turned and ran into the house locking the door behind.