Gods And Monsters

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Chapter Two

I hijack a car and am out of there before the police arrive. In my teenage years, I dated this guy who really got off on stealing cars. Boy am I grateful he taught me how to steal and hotwire a car.

I'm going sixty miles an hour on the freeway, on my way to meet my agent. I tossed my cell phone out the window and contacted her on a burner phone, asking her to meet me with my paycheck. Hearing the urgency in my voice, she quickly agreed. After I was done talking with her, I destroyed the burner phone, too. There was no way in Hell I was letting myself fall into Damien's clutches again. I especially wouldn't let myself be killed by that asshole.

We meet at in a McDonald's parking lot. This McDonald's is located conveniently by a Greyhound bus station which is exactly why I chose this location.

When I'm out of the car Paige comes running over immediately, looking me over.

"Are you okay, Natasha? You sounded urgent."

"It is urgent," I respond, my tone clipped with the nerves I was feeling. "Do you remember that guy I was telling you about? The one I helped put in prison?"

Paige nods slowly, pushing her glasses further up her petite nose as she listens carefully.

"Well, he just got released from prison. Apparently, everyone in this city is corrupt and he has like, half of the police force in his pocket. His friend came up to me in the middle of me going on a coffee run to say that he 'misses me to pieces' then I unlock my car door and it blows up." My voice is getting louder with each passing sentence, my heart is still racing. I take a breath to center myself. "Look, I really need my check from this month's sales, okay? I need to get out of town for a little while. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to write something while I'm away." I give her a weak smile.

Paige sighs and wastes no time pulling out my check and handing it to me. I look at the amount and breathe out a sigh of relief. We did good this month. This was more than enough to get me out of here and settled somewhere else.

"How will I get in touch with you to make sure you're not slacking off?"

"I'll call you, okay, Paige. I promise. I just need to go somewhere safe."

Her eyes soften and she nods once. "Be careful out there, Natasha. I can't have my star writer turning up dead, now, can I?"

I grin. "Aye aye, Captain."

***

In almost no time at all, my check is cashed and I am sitting on a Greyhound bus on my way to Maine. I need to put as much distance between Damien and me as possible. I can't even relax until we are a few hours away from Virginia. The city I had known since I was a child fading away behind me as I ran.

I rest my head against the back of my seat, closing my eyes. Sleep takes me in an instant

***

After an entire twenty-four hours on a bus--with a few stops in between for food and bathroom breaks--we finally arrive in Maine.

I have no belongings. I had no time to go to my house to pick up any clothes. I knew that going back would have been suicide. It didn't take a genius to figure out that if I had returned home, Damien would have been waiting to ambush me.

I sigh to myself. I still had a couple of thousand dollars left. I had enough to start a life. Now that I was in Maine, I could rationally think about what I was going to do next.

I end up in a small diner. The layout was very fifties-ish, even the waitresses were dressed in long Rockabilly skirts, Converse shoes, and short sleeved collared shirts. The atmosphere was pretty soothing and I sat up at the counter.

An older lady with big hair and a ton of makeup came around to me, a kind smile on her face.

"What can I get you, shug?"

"Coffee and uh, pancakes. Please."

"I'll hop right to it." She's about to walk off when she suddenly stops and looks at me, a secretive smile on her face. "I don't know what his name is, but if you're running take one of these." She hands me a brochure, smiles understandingly, then leaves.

I wonder if it's that obvious to tell I'm running from someone. I toy with the necklace around my neck. I'd had it since I was a baby, the only thing I had from my birth parents. Once, my adopted mother--an elder lady in her late sixties--asked that I take off the necklace. I'd tried with all my might to take it off, but no matter how hard I tried, it just wouldn't come off. When she had reached over to try, it had zapped her. She never tried removing it again.

I look down at the brochure in my hand. It's filled with different cities in and just outside of Maine. I flip through the pages, trying to find a place that I could start over. A place I could feel safe in.

Finally, one pops out at me. There was a place a few miles outside of Maine. It has a small population, only five thousand people, and most of all it's secluded. It was somewhere Damien would never think to look.

Lacome Cove.

For some reason, that name rings a bell. Like I've been there in a dream a long time ago. I stare at the brochure just as the lady puts some pancakes down in front of me. She puts down a mug and starts filling it up with coffee.

"You find a place yet, hon?"

"I think so. What do you know about Lacome Cove?"

"Lacome Cove, huh?" She thinks to herself for a minute. "It's secluded. Really quiet. A few years ago, when you were probably just a baby, there were a lot of strange reports out there."

My supernatural writer instinct goes on high alert when she says that.

"Strange, how?" I press, leaning forward.

"Strange like a lot of girls going missing and corpses being found drained of blood. My sister was out there a long time ago and she swears to the good Lord up in Heaven she saw a Werewolf." The lady shrugs. "It's a pretty weird place, but if you're running from someone, it's probably the safest place for you."

She doesn't have to tell me twice. I'm about ready to have a writing-gasm. I'm now more sure than ever that I'm going to Lacome Cove.

After I eat my pancakes and drink a couple of cups of coffee, the waitress comes back. I give her a tip then ask, "Hey, do you know if anyone around here is on their way to Lacome Cove?"

The waitress blinks once, looking kind of taken aback. "You don't have a car?"

I shake my head. "Remember that guy you said I was running from? Well, let's just say he destroyed my car beyond repair."

The waitress frowns slightly and says, "He sounds like a dick."

I laugh in shock and nod. "The smallest."

She laughs back and now we're dying of laughter. Everyone in the diner turns to look at us, so we straighten up. She reaches into the pocket of her apron and tosses me a set of keys.

"Just take my car. I have two anyway and you need it more than I do."

I open my mouth to protest, but she cuts me off.

"Go. Start a new life."

I look at her for a long time, wondering if she's human or a Guardian Angel.

"Thanks..." I look at her name tag, "Ida."

I get up and head out the door. I plan on taking Ida's advice and starting a new life. I would not let her kindness be in vain.

***

When the girl is gone and the car is pulling out of the parking lot, Ida slips out into the back. She takes out her cellphone and dials a number, pressing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello?" says a voice that's soft and light like wind chimes.

"It's taken twenty-four years but she showed up in the diner. Exactly like the prophecy said. I've sent her your way. She's running from someone, a boy I think. I'll do my best to keep the humans off her trail, you just make sure you protect her once she gets to Lacome Cove. We both know every single Paranormal in the area will be gunning for her."

"Thank you, Dina," the voice responded. "You've done well. I'll take it from here."

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