When I Was a Chylde

When I was a Chylde

When I was a chylde, I spake as a chylde, I understood as a chylde, I thought as a chylde, but when I became, I put away chyldish things 1st Corinthians 13:11
I always loved to read. In addition, write, and study. Audrea had other intentions on her mind. She wanted to learn to sew, and learn the proper way to hold your fan and to pour tea. That never interested me in the least. If you could hold a cup, you could feed yourself, if you could swipe at a bug, you could fan yourself.
My gran was my teacher. She and the watcher miss Elspeth. Did not ever know if that was her last name or first, I never asked that question. I was always too busy asking others.
"Gran, how old are we?" (I spoke as a child)

"As old as time." she would say.

"And how old is that?" I would ask.



"Old." she would say

"And how old is God?"



"A little bit older than we are."



"And how old is the earth?"



"Not as old as we are."



"Where did we come from?" I would say, my butt getting numb from the wooden seat.



"From Heaven." she would adjust her glasses on her nose.



"And why aren't we there now?" I would pick at my hangnail some more. (I thought as a chylde)



"Because we were to be put down here to live.," she would erase something else, and put it back in another form of language.



"And how old is heaven?" I asked, twirling a lock of hair around my finger.



"Older than the earth, less old than God, and longer than the patience I have with you right now!" she would take that ruler and smack it down to make me jump.
She knew I was just stalling, bored, and not wanting to be there at that moment, but out with eryk on the moors fishing or gathering flowers.



"And why are we here?"



"Because the elders sinned against God."



"And how did they sin?" sucking on my lip.



"They fell in love with the daughters of the first Adam and the first Eve which was Lilith."



"And falling in love is a sin?" I asked, truly wanting to know now, because I always thought that God taught us that we should love one another, even as we loved ourselves.



"No, falling in love is not a sin. it's only a sin if it is for selfish reasons." she cocked her head sideways to see if she had gotten that last hieroglyph right.



"And how that was love selfish?" follow thru reigne, and do not leave me hanging Granma...



"Well, the Elders were here to watch, and to help, not hinder with getting involved in the affairs of man." she scratched her head and re did the whole entire cartouche.



"And why did they get involved with the affairs of man?" (I understood as a chylde)



"They had a free will, and thought that in some way, by teaching man what we knew, it would help them. Instead, man became greedy with the knowledge that they had acquired."



"Is Lucifer bad?"



She laughed. "Hm, some would think. I thought him just jealous and greedy. He was full of himself, always thinking that just because God favored him above all the rest of us, he was special."



"So, do we come from him?"



"No, chylde, we come from the Descended Ones. The Ones who were put down here to defeat Lucifer and his legion.



"So...what exactly is Miss Elspeth?"



"She is what we were supposed to be. She watches records. They train the ones that we give the gifts to now. God granted that of us. That’s how we redeem."
"Gran, what's redeem mean?" full fledged numbness had set in now.



"To forgive, to get back what is lost. We can grant that to the ones who seek it. The ones who have been corrupted by Lucifer’s' lies. The demons that he has created, the creatures of the night that roam. The worse of the angels if they choose to have it."She sat down with yet another book to copy from.



"Gran..."
A look of exasperation crossed her face, "What now?"



"Um...can I go to the privy? My bottom is numb and I don't know if I have used it on myself or not."
I spake as a chylde...



Looking back, I have Become now, and I have to put away all of those chyldish things...

Clouds

 

What was it, just a moment ago that she had on her mind? She closed her eyes to the bright sun and tried to think of it, to no avail. Her thoughts as of late were will-o' the wisps, flaming up only to disappear once recognized. It wasn't the first time today, or was it the first time today? And what exactly was today? Maybe it was just yesterday and she didn't realise it. Could it be that she was in the future of today because she was in yesterday, and that tomorrow was just a work of fiction that never really did show up. After all she thought, tomorrow was an elusive thing. Did it ever really get here as it is today once it starts, thus rendering 'tomorrow' a mythos in our minds.

She smiled. She was rambling again wasn't she? And still the thought she lost was just that, lost. She opened her eyes watching the clouds roll by under the azure sky. It was warm today, unlike yesterday which was cold and still winter-like. It was finally spring, or so she hoped. She could distinguish certain fragrances that began to emerge from the earth, violet, daffodils and Lily of the Valley were abundant in the meadow this time of year. The various flowers was what brought her to this part to begin with, cutting them in the late part of spring, and early part of summer. She loved fresh flowers, and would replace them around the house once a week. Her mother had taught her to add an aspirin to the water, or baking soda in order to prolong their life. The thought made her giggle. Too bad you couldn't to that to humans, but then again didn't people take an aspirin a day in order to prevent heart attacks? So, she guessed in essence, they actually did add aspirin to live longer. She sighed. Her thoughts were a train wreck. They derailed every so often, crashing into a random school bus that stalled on the tracks.

She heard a noise. A low hum that got louder by the moment. She closed her eyes and started praying. That sound, it was back which meant they were back. If they were back, then that meant her peace would be disturbed once again. It was annoying, let alone redundant. Out of all the places anyone could go why did it have to be where she was? Couldn't it be any other place in this God forsaken county? DID it have to be here? Wasn't there a stand of trees just over the small hill to the North of here? Yes, yes there was and that's where they really needed to be instead of where she was. How many times had they visited since she'd been there? Four? Five? Truth be told, she couldn't remember that either. She sighed once again, lying still and waiting for them to leave. It wouldn't take long, they never took long. Thirty minutes at the most if that.

She heard the motor shut off, doors open and shut, trunk open and shut. She held her breath waiting for the sounds to start. They always did. She tried blocking them out, but there were times she would hear them in her sleep. She didn't know why, but there they were in the middle of the night, the noises waking her from her dreams.

“You ready?” she heard the man say. “Yeah, hold on, let me get these off.” the woman spoke soft and seductively. She often imagined him in a white under shirt and faded jeans, while the woman would be smoothing down the wrinkles of her yellow poplin a-line dress. He would have a ball cap on, Brooklyn Dodgers and she would have a white silk cloche covering beautiful shiny brown hair. Her gloves would be short ones, white lace to match the shawl around her pale shoulders.

As she thought, it didn't take them long. She heard them laughing as the doors opened to the car. Once again, the car started with a roar, and she heard them drive off. How many times this past month or so had they been there? She couldn't remember.

The sun had returned from out behind the clouds. It was getting hot. It was also getting late. It would be dark soon. She didn't like the dark. Well, that wasn't a very true statement, because without the dark there would not be any stars. She loved the stars. She didn't like what was in the dark. Noises, night sounds. Animals creeping about. She didn't mind the crickets and frogs. She did mind the chattering of the raccoons and the opossums scattering when the wind blew. At first, it scared her. Not so much anymore, but she still didn't have to like it. She didn't like the smells either, other than the flowers. The flowers masked the other smells. That was something she couldn't get used to. And it would start soon again, with the leaving of the man and woman. A day, maybe two. It always did. After a week when the body exploded from the gases that would be trapped, it would be noxious to breathe.

She didn't do that anymore. Breathe. She had been there for a while now. A month? Two? She lost count. Her fluids had long been soaked up by the earth under her. Her flesh eaten away by the raccoon and opossums. There had been carrion as well, but more four legged creatures than anything. Her bones had been bleached out from the same sun that was still hot upon them. But her soul remained. Tethered to its' earthly realm by the act of violence that had killed her body. She wondered if the same happened to the others. She wondered at times when she could form a whole thought, if they were lying next to her thinking the same thing she was.

What was that thought again? She couldn't remember. It was lost in that great void that was her mind. She smiled. The clouds were rolling in again. She loved watching the clouds.

A Beautful Hell

  She and her sister sat on a tall rock overlooking the valley below. It was the dark of the moon, the only light in the sky was the twinkling cold diamonds shimmering in the black velvet night. She was pensive, resigned. All these years and she felt as if nothing had changed inside her. She closed her eyes remembering back to when all was void and black, nothing existed but the celestial. There was no earth, no sun. The planets were yet to be thought of. It was good then, all was good.

“Did you ever wonder why They made the planets?”

“Hadn't given much thought to it. They were always coming up with something. I think They played more than they actually thought things out. Remember the galaxy with the seraphs? Not that they didn't deserve the best, it was a very colorful place...”

“The animals were the prototypes to these here but you're right, much more colorful. I loved it that the striped horses were lavender and yellow.” Aine Reigne smiled. It was a melancholy smile, but one all the same.

She touched Sarandiel's hand as the noises of the night comforted her heart. This was the most beautiful Hell created she thought. Deep green waters, a soft azure sky. Dark barked trees with luscious leaves that turned many shades and hues of the rainbow. Birds and animals of all kinds who roamed, those that is, that were still here. Others sadly destroyed on the whim of the Creators greatest birth. She wasn't fond of the animal human. The animal human had ways that were not her own. Oh, mind you, she did not care of the free will that was ingrained within them. It was the core cruelty that made her cringe.

“What do you think They're creating now in that large laboratory of Theirs ? It seems that each moment there's something new in the universe. After all, They can never be satisfied. Black holes were created just to throw away Their mistakes.”

Sarandiel leaned back, watching the shooting meteor in her night time sky. It was hers, They had told her so. She was the ruler over this realm, just as the others were rulers over theirs. She came down though, from time to time, just to lay in the dark and watch from here, instead of watching from above to see below.

“They've done it all you would think. Angels, plants, animals, universes. What's left?”

Aine Reigne lay back next to her sister and thought. What was left? Countless angels of all kinds to do the bidding of the gods. Countless other bright wondrous galaxies that animal human had yet to discover. Was there ever an end? In the beginning there was the word, and the word was...

The Alpha and Omega the beginning and the end was to her the perplexity of her world.

“And what of the Fallen Ones? Of the Watchers? Of the Nephilim? Of Lucifer and the rebellions? He was the Chosen One, before Emmanuel. Before us all.”

“Speaking of which, have you heard from him as of late?” Sarandiel blew a kiss toward the black sky as another star fell. One more for the books she thought, which kept the record keepers in the seventh heaven busy. Boring. Boring boring boring she thought. Who would want to spend their eternity keeping up with the ramblings of the fallen, the brokenhearted, and the rest?

Certainly not her. She wasn't considered a part of the Fallen, nor was she a Seraph or a Guardian although she had been called upon at times to watch over the animal human. She was the sister to the Rebel angel, as well as the Light of Dawn. She was the 12^th hour, the night and day of their kind. Aine Reigne on the other hand, being an angel of light and love, was also part animal human and detested the thoughts of even being so. Much like the mythology of their kind, she was one of those whom They let in out of pity rather than love. She was here. She was a Lesser, someone whom didn't belong in either place, feeling out of place but loved by all. We are what we are, thought Sarandiel.

“He doesn't say much to me anymore, seeing how I told Them that he should be allowed back. You know he doesn't like authority much. He's content reigning here I suppose.”

“Well, you know he thinks it's better to reign here than serve in Heaven.”

“That's what he says. I guess doing some things to him is considered 'serving'. Little does he realise that They miss him.”

“As do you as well, little One?” Sarandiel slid her eyes over, watching the small nuances of the brown haired girl. Girl, for the tiniest part, angel for the most.

The clouds began to roll in from the east. It was time. “Ready to go?” Sarandiel stood up, stretching her arms to the heavens she ruled in.

Aine Reigne smiled, again, melancholy, pensive, resigned. She too stood, stretching her arms up above her head. Yes, it was time.

“Where to this time sweet sister? Off to antagonize the imprisoned or to another beautiful Hell?”

She smiled at her younger sister. If anyone knew her soul (and yes, it was a well kept secret that angels had them) it was Aine.

She took her sisters hand in hers. “Let's off to another beautiful Hell, shall we?”

Aine smiled. The dawn was approaching and it was indeed time to go. She was more than ready. Lucifer knew of their arrival, but chose to stay in his corner of the planet. That was fine, she hadn't expected him to sup with what he deemed “Lower than He”. She missed him, but she would never admit, not around Serandiel or Them.

“Come on now, before They decide we are needed back. Nothing like having the Four Horsemen on your backside to drag you home.”

This place. This time. This darkness. It was a beautiful Hell.

In The Arms of the Angels

30 Years ago today. Why does it seem like yesterday? She was my world, my hero, my idol. Between her and Georgia I was happy, I learned things I would never have thought of. They both taught me so much. I know they both look out for me, and one day...I shall cross the Forever Bridge into their waiting arms...
(Louisa Short May 7th 1986 )
Not for sure how I’m feeling right now. I look at my life since Mommy passed and I truly wonder if she would be proud of me, of my action or inaction or how I have raised my children. I often daydream of her giving me advice when Alex and Tajghi are at each others’ throats (which are all the time unfortunately). I wonder if she’d tell me “Honeychile, they’ll work it out and still love each other”. Or, if she would just look at me, light another Camel, sip her cream colored coffee and exclaim, “It could be worse, you know your Aunt Rosalee tried killing your dad with you’uns in the car at the funeral home.”
I take photo’s, each with her in the back of my mind. I think, she would love this shot. She would love the light and dark of this evening photo and she would smile and do that wink of hers and tell me “Can you make me a copy of this? I want to hang it in the living room”.
I know there has been times in my life that she would have went out back to cut a switch and threaten me with it. Those are the times that I wonder about. IF she would have used it on me, because Goddess knows, I deserved it, and Goddess knows I would have stood and took it. In retrospect, she never raised her voice to me, let alone her hand.
I miss her. I miss her voice, her laugh, her smile, her Louisie fits, and her soft touch. I miss her hugs, her teachings, and the time that we had together. There is NOTHING that I don’t miss where she is concerned.
I know she’s with me. I know. I know know know this for a fact. I’ve seen her, heard her whisper in the darkest of night. I’ve smelled her perfume and the fragrance of violets and honeysuckle at times when I have been most stressed.
But still…her arms around me was my comfort…and I miss that most of all

You

It was your eyes I first saw
When I opened mine
And again as they closed, waiting
For the darkness to fall
It was your whispers I heard in the still of the night
As I walked through the starlit woods
It was your hand I felt, holding onto mine
As I waded out into my liquid rest.....
It ...was....You.

Allowance

I guess I've had a lot of time lately to think about issues and things. People, conflicts, worries and wars.
Life...Life is an allowance. You allow certain people in your life. You allow your emotions to come to surface. It's not about making anyone do anything, but allowing them to, or them allowing themselves. You can't make anyone listen to you, you are allowed to say it's up to them to hear. You can't make anyone pay attention to you. You can't make anyone love you. What you can do is allow yourself to be that person you always wanted yourself to be. Fill yourself with love and light and positive things .
Give yourself permission to 'allow' you to be you. But also allow those around you time and love

Supernatural Fanfic "Reigne and Dean" Chapter 2 Lips of an Angel

Reigne and Dean 

Chapter 2 

Lips of an Angel

She thought for a second, looking at Dean. “Hey, you go on ahead, get things situated. I'll get my bag and did you have one ready in the back?” She didn't want to chance anyone seeing the mess she was in. It might raise suspicion, her with a coat on in the middle of spring, with the desert winds still blowing warm. She could always say she was anemic if anyone asked, she surmised. He nodded and pointed, letting her know there was one. She turned around to head back to the car. What a day. What a night. At least there would be a very hot tub of water waiting for her . She was tired. She didn't mean to fall asleep but the weariness overtook her, dragging her down into that dark abyss she often clawed her way out of. It was over on this mission. Another one for the books. The next level in the game that she was playing was going to be one of the hardest. Inanna was in trouble, she knew it, Cas knew it and now it was time her father knew. Regardless of what went on with those two, he had to still have feelings for her. You just didn't spend a few hundred years together not to have something left.

“Hey Dean? Adjoining rooms okay? I know you'll want your..privacy tonight.” She was too tired to see the slight grin on his face as he nodded in acknowledgment, walking on in to get registered. The rain had left the lot wet, the trees still dripped, as the rain slid down the leaves and into the puddles below. She looked again to the sky, the clouds were gone now, no message from above other than the cleansing feeling of the rain.

She popped the trunk, rummaging through the various tools and weapons. A two body trunk her grandmother would say. “Big enough for two bodies kid, that's what you want to look for. Any of these shitty ones with a small trunk you don't need.” She always wondered about that, and later found out how true her grans words were. After her first kill, after the first kidnapping, after the first butchering, it rang true. A two body trunk was always a must. It was hard trying to fit something like a 7 foot tall basketball player in a Volkswagen trunk. They just didn't fit regardless of how you folded or chopped them.

Dean got to the glass door and opened it, praying all the while (like prayers ever did him any good), that he had the right one and the license matched. The small room was well lit, a large table in one corner held an empty coffee maker with two pots, a waffle maker, bowls, paper plates, cups, boxes of cereal and a covered cake pedestal for what he guessed would hold the bagels in the morning. At least they could eat continental in the morning IF he got up in time. Usually it was over by 9 a.m. Well, there was always the small burger place they passed coming in here.

He didn't see anyone behind the desk, so he rang the small bell on the mantle. It was a sharp sound, a loud “ding” that made his skin want to crawl. Every time he had to deal with a bell, he felt as if he was calling Chiluthu. Sam would always assure him it took more than a bell to summon the god of the under/upper/wherever world. Either way, fairies, wacked out gods, witches, (he shuddered), all it involved bells of some sorts. He heard someone stir in the back room and was delighted to see that even though it was early morn the young man was bright eyed and bushy tailed. Dean hadn't awoke anyone from their sleep, the guy wasn't going to be grouchy and hand him a room where the water didn't work and the neighbor next door was busy banging the headboard all night. Good. This was starting out good.

“May I help you sir?” How old was this kid? 19, 21 at the most? Hell, what he wouldn't have give for a nice job like this at that age. Taking money, handing out keys, the family business... that would have worked Less bloodshed unless it was the Bates Motel.

“Uh yes sir you can. I was wondering if I could get a room for me and the Mrs for a night or so, preferably on the ground floor with a nice view, Jacuzzi, fridge, coffee pot, you know, all the amenities. Tonight is our anniversary and we've been driving all evening and I just wanted to make it special for her...if you know what I mean.” Dean smiled and winked at the young man, as the young man winked back and smiled knowingly.

“I think I have the room in mind. It's on the other side of the building, most of those rooms are being reno'ed so it will be quiet over there. The ice machine is located in the breeze way next to the vending machines.”

Dean gave him the card, the teenager taking it without question. He turned around, and watched as Reigne picked up a machete', stared at it with a frown, placing it carefully back in the trunk. Hopefully everyone was out for the night or already tucked away and didn't observe that display of public weaponry.

“Here you go Mr. Bowie. Is there anything else I can do for you tonight?” Dean thought for a second, tongue pressed firmly in his right check. “Well yeah, is there a store around here open that I could possible buy some candles and maybe a nice bottle of wine? Oh yeah, and some flowers maybe?”

The young man thought, grabbing a post it note begin writing down directions. “This should suffice. It's open 24 hours a day and they would have just about anything you would need.” He walked over to the smaller desk behind him to get a swipe key. He coded it, handing Dean two. He smiled again at the kid before walking out, whistling on the way back to the car where she was waiting with the bags.

“Okay. Here's the plan. Put the bags back into...”

“I knew it. We didn't get a room because he saw me flashing the machete'. Damn! I knew I shouldn't have gotten it out like that and just moved the shit over...”

“No. Let me begin again. This time NO interrupting. Put the bags back into the car, we have a room on the other side of the building. Uh, they didn't have adjoining rooms, they're renovating it seems. And the only ground floor room available is (he pointed around) that way.”

He could see the relief on her face. She was tired. So was he. But a nice shit, shave and shower would pep him up. Hopefully it would do the same for her. Well, maybe not the shave? Unless of course she needed her legs...oh God. He was doing it again, right off the crazy train tracks and into the river. She turned, opened the door and threw the bags in the back, getting in on the other side. That's a girl, he thought to himself. He fired Baby up, moving slowly and as quietly as her custom 427 bored and stroked engine could purr her way over to the other side. He never regretted putting the new one down in her as the 502 did it's job, the small block just seemed to get her where she needed to be with an extra 200 horsepower.

This side only had 3 lights on the underside of the walkway from upstairs. Dean looked around seeing their room, parked in front of it thankfully a light right near their door. He looked back to the part of the parking behind them to see one other car parked safely under the only working night light on that side. Looked safe? Check. Reigne was already getting out, grabbing the bags and waiting for him to get to the door with the key.

“Hey, listen, I'm starving. I know you have to be. I'm going to leave you here, and head down to Arbys and get us something to eat. The desk clerk told me it was a 24 hour joint. What would you want? My treat.” He flashed a smile .

“Why do I have to stay here? Why can't I go with you?” Again, she was tired. And when she was this tired, she panicked. It wasn't one of her best traits, she knew this. This happened when she was a child. When she was out hunting with her grandmother, long nights of waiting, she would get tired and panicky. Her gran always hoped she would grow out of it, but suffice it to say it never happened. Dean saw the fear in her eyes. He didn't like it. Nothing to fear now, no monsters, no vampires, nothing. For a woman who has shown no mercy to blood sucking zombies, being by herself seemed to freak her out. He sighed, taking the bags in his hands, and swiped the key.

“See?” He said, opening the door and turning to flip on the light. “Nothing here to be frightened of.” He walked into the large bathroom, flipped on another light, checked in the tub, around sink and in the closet. He checked under the large California king making sure it was solid. He ruffled through the curtains, shaking them out. He went out to the car, bringing back salt, holy water and some rice. He proceeded to pour out the salt a huge line on the outside of the door in all three directions. He took the bag of rice, walked past the lower end of the parking lot and threw all of it out, scattering it to the four corners of the ground. He came back, opened up the holy water, and sprinkled it on the door jam of the door, the entrance way, around the window and again, near the threshold of the room. He came back inside, poured the remainder into the drains of the sink, tub, shower and Jacuzzi.

She burst into tears. Large stupid tears, hot on her face, rolling down her cheeks. She stood there, hand over mouth, crying like a fucking baby. Alarmed, Dean rushed over to her, holding her tight. “Hey hey hey, come on now, it's okay. It's going to be okay.” He whispered softly. Maybe he should take her through drive thru and just forget the candles. Her head was on his chest, her arms gripping his waist not wanting to let go.

“It will. And I will. And you will and Sammy will...” she managed through the tears that were finally subsiding. “I'm so so sorry.” Again with the apologies with her. That's all she seemed to be able to do, now and all of her life. Aplogizing for one thing or another.

“Sweetheart, listen to me okay?” She took note. He called her sweetheart. A first and probably a slip up. “If you want to go, come on, we'll go. I just thought you might would want to stay and get cleaned up a bit. That's all. I wasn't going to leave you okay? I would be right back, and I've shielded this area so nothing could come through. Nothing, you hearin' me?” She heard. Faintly. His heartbeat. The thud thud thud putter putter of his heart came in louder than his words in her ears. “Yes. I'm tired. That's all.” she looked up and smiled into his eyes. They were dark now, not demon dark but dark. His hand came up to wipe a stray tear from her face. He bent down, his lips slowly grazing hers. They were soft. So soft, she thought.

“Okay. Now that that's settled, you go do your um... lady things and I'll be right back!” He said, a little too loud for the silent room. He turned, smiled at her, and closed the door behind him. She sat down on the bed, untying her Chuck Taylors, flipping them off near the dresser in front of her. The purple were her favorite ones, which also had dried blood on them. Par for the course, and she didn't even realise that she had ruined them. At this point they looked like a pair of 80's Cons she used to wear with multicolored paint splatter on them This however, was NOT paint. And she should honestly thing about taking stock in the peroxide market at this point. Goddess knew she used enough.

She rummaged for the remote, finding it in the upper dresser drawer, turning the television on, she searched for a soothing music channel. Wonder if they do have pay per view porn here, she thought. No. This was a tad bit classier than some of the hotels/motels that she'd known of him staying in. This must have been the first one they'd come to tonight. She knew he was as exhausted as she. Maybe this will make for a quick night. Shower, tub soak and then bed. Speaking of which, the king size was big enough and she didn't have to be anywhere near him. Her to the left, him on the right, the side that faced the door. She walked into the bathroom, the jacuzzi going unnoticed by her, she began to undress, throwing her filthy clothes in a pile. She went back to grab a t shirt and shorts from her gym bag. Her oversized Slash t shirt was her favorite. Worn to death and just that amount of holey that you could still wear but just not in public. Her shorts were Georgia Bulldogs a pair she had gotten years ago, and like the shirt refused to give up. She felt through to the bottom, finding the ziplock bag of sheets she kept and threw them on her side of the bed. They weren't big enough for this one so Dead would either have to sleep close or sleep on the ones on the bed. Regardless of how fancy the motel was, she wasn't taking chances.

She turned on the shower faucet, making the water as hot as she could stand it, still thinking that it could be hotter. She unbuttoned her shirt, slipping it from her shoulders, noting the bruises on her back. Well, those are going to be a while healing. Off went her bra, over her head and on the growing pile of clothing. Jeans, and finally undershorts. Dean had left the closet door open (thankfully), the towels were white and crisp. She put one up to her face detecting a slight aroma of lavender. She smiled. That now, was a right nice touch. In the shower she stepped, the water hitting her skin and automatically evaporating into steam.

She inhaled deeply, concentrating on her inner light as the water began to splash off her naked body onto the shower floor. That was more like it. Sometimes she forgot to tone the heat down from her inner core. In the middle of the battle, it came on in a split second, anything she touched felt her from their insides out. She burned not only their soul (if they had one) but their organs as well. It was her grandmothers' final gift to her before she walked into the Elysian Fields. The one thing that could be passed on that was good. The Righteous Fire. The reason she fought hand to hand combat instead of just using a gun or knife. It served its' purpose very well. She washed the grime off, washed her hair and turned off the faucet to fix a good soaking bath. She'd never been in a bathroom as big as this in a motel/hotel before. Luxurious and sophisticated came to mind, while being up to date and classy, not like the bright pink and green tile of other outdated baths. This must be one of the rooms they've finished on this side, she thought. The tile on the walls were 4x4 light translucent blue in color with strains of marbling through it. The floor tiles were a darker color, bluish-gray and larger. The tub was an antique freestanding one, larger than the standard tubs you would usually find. The water ran, a towel for the floor, she put one foot in, then the other. What a joy to feel it on her skin, lying there in the balmy water.

She closed her eyes, trying hard not to relive the day. She began to count from 100 back not realising she was getting more relaxed than she was. The wash cloth was over her face as she lay there and slept in the liquid cocoon.