Retribution and Sins

Chapter 2

Adam stayed far enough away from the figure he was following. It was not him, he decided, it was instinct, that's it! Instinct, the pure

Thrill, of the hunt that was driving him to follow her. He came to a dead halt. What was he doing? He doesn't hunt! He hasn't done this for

Centuries. He made a vow to Eve, no more senseless brutality, no more old ways, it was time to embrace the New Age.

Dipping his hand into his jacket, he pulled out a beat up flask. He opened up, sniffed, winced, for the smell did nothing for him, old

Blood, did absolutely nothing, but give him indigestion. He took a hesitant drink, coughed a burp, and then started to turn back around the way

He came.

Only the wind had other ideas, for the wind carried on her wings that scent that had brought him out in the first place. Her scent.

He could smell it getting stronger, the more his feet moved forward. He was in frenzy. Her blood! A mixture of antiquity, purity, something

Of the old ways, yet new. Her adrenaline was high. Why? He would soon find out why, as he peered behind the old pines watching her

Performance unfold.

Azrael had tracked the young girl that had staggered from the two master's house. She was obviously stoned or drunk off

Something. She was laughing, crying, cursing, or a combination of all three to herself. At times she was singing something dreadfully off key.

Azrael more or less laughed to herself when she watched this so-called protégé try to call her Master on the phone to apologize, knowing that

No help was coming. The phone hit the asphalt, more than thrice, fingers sloppily fumbled when dealing, and when she did manage to get

Hold of someone, she slurred so bad, whoever was on the other end hung up in exasperation. Slamming the phone on the ground, the girl

Threw herself down in a tantrum.

"This really is too much." Azrael said to herself, reaching into her jacket, grabbing a stake. "Time to put this one down."

The protoge grabbed the phone one more time with a half-way sober attempt to call Eve. She had not felt Azrael coming up behind

Her, until it was too late.

"At least you could do is come and help me or get in touch with Adam...." she wailed into the phone.

"I'm sorry pretty girl, but no salvation is forthcoming to you tonight." Azrael whispered, as she plunged the stake into her chest.

The girl, the phone, everything disappeared in a cloud of ash and dust. Azrael knelt down, pulled out her cross and a bottle of Holy

Water from her pockets. She said some prayers over the ashes, poured the Holy Water over them, made the Sign of the Cross, then got up.

"One down. Two to Go." Azrael said, brushing herself off.

She took maybe three or four steps when she heard rustling behind her. Her fangs bared and eyes blazing, she grabbed her Chains of

Hades sickle, and whirled around. She wasn't going to have to go far, they were coming to her. But.... who was standing at the ash pile was

None other than the male master from the house she had landed on. He was looking down at the now empty spot kind of sad, but relieved

Too.