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1.01 pilot
Aledis hoped she could forget. A year had passed, the light fell from her youthful expression, darkness spread onto her features. Ignorance is bliss, keeps you young, naïve. Each time she burnt a cadaver; slaughtered a ghoul; exorcised a fallen angel, her innocence was immersed by sinful actions, emotionless expressions. So easy to believe in them that they became real.
She hid her feelings from all, knowing that exposing any type of humanity would show weakness. Weakness would not get her what she wanted. And what she wanted was revenge.
But an emotionless life would not have a purpose, she did. Her anger empowered her vengeance; unshackled her violence. Allowed her to become praised by humans for her heroism and feared by monsters for her ruthlessness.
She was both loved and hated in Spain, she however, had no more interest as what she was chasing was no longer there.
Recent research had led her to Jericho, California. Another victim tormented by the same monster had crusaded around town, involving himself in supernatural cases that he shouldn't have. She now had to solve it.
Aledis sat on the old cushioned booth located at the American themed diner. She had only seen buildings decorated in such ways in movies, with the stereotypical grease-dripping food and the bubbly waitresses. She hated it. From the two-faced women noting down the fatty order, fake smile planted on her face to the dirty water labelled as 'coffee'. However, it was not the all-American experience she wanted, so the source of caffeine had to make due for what she was preparing for.
Different newspapers were spread across the old table, each of them highlighting articles that linked to the disappearance of Troy Squire, containing different points of view. His disappearance was impeccable, no evidence left on the scene. Almost too clean. Troy's girlfriend, Amy, had felt the need to put up missing posters all across town, Aledis thought it was useless because he was probably nowhere to be found, taken away by a weeping spirit. What she was intending to figure out was who could have become such an awful creature and why.
Aledis' train of thought crashed when two men entered the diner. The men were tall, however, one taller than the other with long shaggy brown hair. Not allowing his empathetic expression to drop from his face. The other had short ash-blond hair, ravishing features and walked with confidence. He wasn't as focused to sympathise as the taller man, more inclined into getting what he wanted. She wasn't interested in them specifically but on who they were with, Amy.
Thankfully, they sat on the booth behind her allowing Aledis to eavesdrop easily.
"I was on the phone with Troy, he was driving home," Amy explained, "he said he would call me right back, and-" she paused, emotion clearly taking over, "he never did."
"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" the tall brunette asked.
