Adam walked the driveway of his ex wife, flowers in hand. He was pissed the Spellman woman had turned Mary into a sinning whore but Adam was here to turn her back. He cared about her. Adam had a mission. And that mission was to win Mary back and bring her to church to set her right.
Adam's walked through the small layer of snow. His tan coloured Dakota work boots leaving large imprints in the snow. He let a smile rest on his lips as he made his way to the steps. Half way up, he heard a noise. It sounded like a pair of squeaky shoes sliding through the snow. Turning, Adam was met with a tall, dark haired man, holding a cain. The man walked up the driveway. Adam had never seen the man before and was frightened by him. He wore a large black coat, with a fur collar. A black suit and, sure enough, patent leather dress shoes. His facial features, including his eyes brows, were sharp. Adam could see his dark blue eyes watching him. The claws he had for nails tapped against the cain as he stopped, not far from where Adam stood.
"Excuse me, who may you be?" It came out weaker than he wanted it to. The strange man half smiled and stepped closer.
"Is Mary Wardwell and Zelda Spellman here?" Of course they were here but Faustus wasn't about to tell the man his name.
"Yes. I'm Adam Masters." Adam? Interesting.
Faustus made his way up the steps, stopping in front of Adam. "I'm most certain you aren't here for Ms. Spellman, so who are you to the Wardwell woman? Brother? Cousin? Close friend?"
Adam shook his head. "Ex-husband." This made Faustus grin. Adam nearly winced at the sharp teeth the man displayed.
"So I assume you aren't very fond of this relationship?" Adam shook his head.
"Who are you?" Adam asked again.
Faustus looked down at the flowers. He extended his hand. With one brush of his fingers, the flowers wilted and died. Adam's eyes widened.
"What are you?"
Faustus stepped down from the steps, turning his back to the man.
"I think we will be seeing each other very very soon. I'd go home, Mr. Masters. It's no use. I assume you know where the abandoned railway is, hm?" Faustus didn't let him answer. "Good. Meet me there...witching hour." Adam looked back down at the flowers, and then back at the man. But the man was gone. Adam sighed, stepping down the steps and back down the driveway. Who and what was this man? Adam got to where he had parked his car. Getting in, Adam started the car and backed up. Leaving the property of Mary Wardwell, he had one thought:
Who ever he is, he'll be my ticket to getting Mary back. No matter the price.
Okay! I'm back! Yay! So this is where everything kicks off. My brain thought, "Hey, this book is too happy, sooo..."
I should be posting more soon. I've been busy the last few days BUT I'm already writing a new chapter to Hidden Demons. Thanks for the patience!
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Turning Saints To Sinners
Fanfiction(Basically I re-wrote the story.) Zelda Spellman never liked mortals. She liked the mortal world and witch world being separated. With her niece's dark baptism approaching, both worlds collide and Zelda falls in love. Will Zelda push the woman awa...
