Nephilims Death

Prologue

I watched my friend as she climbed on top of the countertop of the bar and began to dance. I could feel the energy of the rhythmic bodies around me, each of them moving to their own pace in their own little worlds. I stood uncomfortably at the end of the bar, looking around me at the multi-colored lights on the dance floor that weren't that bright as it seemed to me a few minutes ago.

I took another sip of my Free State Beer, celebrating with the others as it just became the first legal brewery in Kansas in over one hundred years. I hardly ever drank alcohol, hell I hardly ever came out of the house if it wasn't for the library, but my friend – Leoma – asked me to meet her here to celebrate the beer and her eighteenth birthday. My dad thought I was at her house for a sleepover, but daddy's little girl was out in a bar in the devil's side of town.

It was pretty easy to get into this place with my fake ID, because they didn't check the ID's very well, and because I look pretty mature for my age I got away with drinking. I hated this. I hated this place. Sweaty bodies brushed against each other in the one corner, whilst other people were making out in the dark booths and from across the room I could see three old men eyeing me like I was a piece of meat. I looked up at Leoma who was now dancing like a gorilla on fire in an ant hill while men piled up around her – cheering and chanting at her. She was drunk. I took a deep breath, and with one last sip of my beer I pushed through the crowd of men. I could feel some of them grab and chant at me now and I pulled myself away angrily.

"Leoma c'mon, get off of the bar!" I yelled at her over the noise but she just giggled and reached at me to join her on top of the bar. I shook my arm away from her grip and she gave me a moping look.

"Have a little fun. You're such a drag." Leoma moaned at me and I rolled my eyes as I tried to grab her off of the bar, but she resisted. "No. I wanna stay."

"Fine, but I'm going home." I snapped and I turned around. I was sweating from all the heat pressing up against me from the other people and because of the alcohol in my system. I wasn't feeling so good. Things started to blur. I had to get out of there.

I spotted the door and I thanked God. I made my way towards the red exit door, and I could feel the eyes on me as I passed the crowds of dancing sweaty bodies that were pressing and rubbing up against me. I began to feel great discomfort in my own skin. I always felt a little out of place at places like these, but it was Leoma's birthday and she wanted to come here. I wasn't just going to leave her here. Instead I decided to wait for her outside until she was finished and then I was going to take her home like I promised myself earlier.

I don't even know why I was friends with her. Maybe it was because her parents were rich and so were mine, or because we both played tennis, or maybe it was because I didn't know how to make friends with other people like my older brother and sister did. They've always been the cool ones while I was the shy and quiet one who read books on ancient history and listened to tapes that had biographies of dead people on it. That's why my dad liked me the best. That's why I was his little girl, and I knew that my siblings couldn't stand that.

The other person who adored me more than any other person on this earth was my real best friend, and in actual fact my grandma, Christina. She absolutely hated it when I called her gran or grandma so that's why I call her Tina for short. I told her about this place before I came here so whenever I got in trouble or never returned home, she would be the one to come find me. Tina has always been such a maven when it came to old legends and mysteries, but I still couldn't figure out that how such a young person – with an age of only sixty-one – could know so much of the world and its history. There was stuff that she knew that wasn't even in any of the books at the library or at our house. I wanted to be just like her, except I didn't believe in all that religious mumbo jumbo that she always tried to force down my throat like a priest. I got enough of that from my dad who was a dedicated Catholic.