The Ancient Ones

7-Love ain't nothin but an emotion Part 1

Ashanti was fierce.
She clawed, she jumped, and she bit.
But she was getting no where.

Greg stood in absolute amazement, trying to compute what exactly was happening.

The Red Haired Lady had closed her parasol and was whipping it around like it was a sword. Bursts of red, yellow, and blue light shot out the end of her umbrella, each doing its own thing. The red bursts turned into thick burgundy smoke that smelled of asphalt, charcoal, and burnt lumber. The blue bursts were lightening strikes and the yellow turned into bursts of blinding white light.

Ashanti dodged them all with relative ease, though Greg saw that her feet had gotten burn marks from the small fires the lightening left.

Ashanti partially transformed into her tiger form, using her hind legs to jump higher and move faster. She used her long tail to hit the witch whenever she could and balanced on it when she had to move in mid air.

Greg was stunned. He hadn't expected any of this. How could the past two months of his life change from beer belly cop to dumb human standing in the middle of a supernatural fight in his own living room? He hadn't bought the condo, his crap government salary wouldn't allow it, never mind the alimony he was still paying to his ex-wife.

Ashanti jumped onto the wall, claws digging in, and stood there in a crouching position for just a moment, before pushing off and going straight for the witch.
Greg winced.
He had just gotten that plasma a couple days before he was blown up by that god awful serial killer.
He hadn't even had the chance to record the latest NCIS episode.
He didn't have the chance to record anything!

Ashanti flew towards the witch, at full speed, and was blinded by a bright, white light. She closed her eyes, extended her claws, and swiped hard enough for Greg to hear the swishing sound.

The witch's face was clawed, and Greg had sworn he'd seen her skull peeking through the ripped flesh.

Ashanti dropped down, licked her claws, and swished her tail back and forth, waiting.

The witch shimmered, raised her hand to feel the wound, gave a sick smile, and vanished into a puff of red smoke that took on a strong brick smell.

Greg still had his mouth agape and still couldn't believe what he saw.

After a while, he turned around to face the kitchen, only to find the intimidating asian man making turkey, swiss cheese, lettuce, mustard, and tomato sandwiches. He had a platter with almost thirty of them.

Greg stopped. He couldn't believe it. He didn't have that much bread, cheese, or turkey in his house.

Where the hell did it come from?

Greg's question was answered when he looked to the wall next to the refrigerator.
A man sized hole was next to it, leading to Gregs neighbor's kitchen. Greg took a step forward, in shock, to see that not only had the tall man made a giant hole in his wall, but he had continued to make holes, all the way down the width of his building.

He was only the second condo on his floor.

Greg slowly let tears fall down his cheeks, while Ashanti gave the biggest smile he'd ever seen.
"Thanks!" She chirped at the brooding man.

He served her the sandwiches, and continued to make more, occasionally stepping through the hole to steal more ingredients.

Worst of all, he stole a kitchen apron from one of the neighbors that read "You can serve me later" with a suggestive winking emoticon.

Greg sat down on the floor, as his couch was destroyed in the earlier fight, laid down, and cried himself to sleep.