"How does she keep evading us? She doesn't even know how to use her power! And she doesn't even know about us! Ugh!"
"Sir, she might not be who you're looking for."
"She is exactly who I've been looking for! I can feel it in my soul! I have been searching for three thousand fucking years! This is her!"
. . . .
She sat at her desktop trying to figure out if anything like this has ever happened. No luck. Feeling a sense of defeat, she shut down the computer and sighed. She had more important things to do anyway.
Her arsenal was wide ranged. From wooden stakes to massive silver RPG's. She had a reputation for taking out the fanged fuckers. "The Raven witch". She didn't know why they called her that, she was clearly a human. Wasn't she?
Was there something she didn't know about herself? There was a soft tapping that seemed to beckon her towards the door. For some reason her reflex went straight into her predetive mode. She stalked down the narrow corridor, and glanced through the peep hole.
A tall man stood there wearing a black long sleeve turtleneck that hugged his beachcut frame. Blonde hair that looked as if cut from Sif (Sif is a norse goddess) herself. And shades? She was unnerved by this, for the sky was very dark and clouded. Sunglasses?
"I know you are in there. I have been searching a long time for you. I want to finally see you, please."
"Who are you?" She couldn't help but ask, but somehow she already knew.
"You already know." His words where gentle and warm.
"What is your name?"
"Joey. My name is Joey Stone, and I've been waiting for you, my love."
