Time To Sleep

The small holding center for the auction’s storage is about the size of a regular high school gym. The only difference is the floor was concrete, and the air was cold here.

Reggie was busy marking up the floor with chalk, holding a small book in her hand, almost the size of one of those personal bibles you find in your local church pew. She was concentrating so hard she didn’t notice Pharel looking at her. So, I sat there watching them, hoping they might live happily undisturbed one day.

“Your smile seems out of place for someone who’s about to die.”

Michael's words brought me out of my daydreaming quickly.

“Funny you should say that. I was wondering what the big guy upstairs thinks about this whole mess. He doesn’t seem too concerned a demon is running amok and that his sole hodgepodge, me, is about to be polluted with vampire blood. In fact, what’s he been doing lately?”