Venator : Devil's Moon

XXIX - G O O D B Y E P A M E L A

"Wait, angel, really?" Sebastian asked. His face coloured with various shades of surprise as his mind wandered about various things he'd heard or read about angels.

As soon as the word 'angel' fell on his ears, he soon started feeling that latin was pretty straighter than this. In the crores of records and historical notes, there was not even one mention about angels, well except Bible. It was similar to the case with aliens. You might reach the UFO but you can't go ahead. After that, it's just a matter of what you believe. Like most humans deny the existence of aliens, most hunters denied their existence too.

"Pam, you don't look surprised?" Sebastian said when he noticed Pamela simply staring at the screen, emotionless.

"I happen to have a broader mind." She stated.

"Besides, now that I know this is something about angels-" she paused as she lost in thought.

"Pam?" He asked.

"I...I don't remember exactly." She said wrinkling her forehead.

"I think I came across that term before. Anahita, why does that sound so familiar." She clenched her eyes shut, trying to focus further.

"Maybe Uncle Rob might know something." Sebastian said wonderingly. He had same faith in Uncle Rob as he had in Pamela. They were like the walking talking wikipedias of his life, Pamela obviously being the superwiki.

He took Pamela's phone and began to dial his number.

"I don't think calling him is such a good idea." She said.

Sebastian raised his eyes.

"We looked up all these docs and couldn't find a single word about angels. How would he know? Besides, don't trouble the poor guy. We still have no clue of where Aunt Jane is." She said. But actually something different was going in her mind.

"Oh, you just want to find out more about this before he does, don't you?" Sebastian's lips curled into a weak smile. 

There had been this thing between Pamela and Uncle Rob. Both were geniuses, both were extremely intellectual and knowledgeable. In normal terms, they were total geeks. And this had resulted a kind of tension between them. They never asked each other for help and always tried to compete each other. Most of the times, Pamela would win. But the youthful spirit of his old uncle wasn't dead yet.

But unlike those fun jobs he'd been working on those days, where time could always be found to be spared, Laura's situation needed quick actions. The talk about the three Mercaptos, or the supposed mythical creature weaving out its home within Laura's psyche was something which not only troubled Sebastian greatly but also made him believe if nothing was done sooner, things could take a very very ugly form. Sebastian hadn't been on many psychic jobs, that department being limited to the psychics only, but from what he'd heard from Pamela about such things, he'd learned one thing - Never ignore the psychic problems. It can either kill you, or permanently scar your soul thereby turning you into a total psychopath.

"Pam, this ain't a job, you see. The sooner we get help, the better. We don't know what might happen if she -" Sebastian didn't care to hide his worry.

"Seb, I know what I'm doing. I swear I've heard that name before. Trust me. My brain works much better than you humans. Just give me a few seconds." She said and snapped away the phone from Sebastian's hands.

"You know what, you're a robot." He sighed and sat back.

"And the robot fails." He said within a span of few seconds.

"Fine, a few minutes." She said.

Pamela sure was a psychic. But mastering to monitor one's own head was indeed a difficult task even for them. And though Pamela had the potential to rival the psychics far older and experienced than her, she hadn't achieved that control yet.