Young Alice scampered down beneath to the brush that St. Gavril was hiding behind. She raced down, imaging she was of the dirt, she held her hands in front of her and began running on all fours. If the three men that had ran after St. Michael knew they were chasing bait, they might have noticed the young girl morph into a fox. When she reached the angel the guise the meditation had given her dissolved. She breathed heavily with a sadness in her heart.
" Child what are we to do." Asked the cloaked figure. Gavril had a large frame almost like Michaels' but with a lean tone graceful and effeminate body. All of a sudden the horror that Alice spent with these group of men came rushing back to her at one moment. The horror of being plowed and driven open, the anxiety of being haunted and chased through the woodland behind her grandmothers duplex . Having to leave the reservation and the comfort of the Indian elders , to be lost in the outskirts of Texas in a impoverished trailer park. Now out and around truth or consequences New Mexico. The smell of rain hung thick in air and hovered over them. In a black cloak and black jumpsuit St. Gavrils amethyst eyes hung beautifully illuminating her dark mocha skin color .
" Pray , " her paced breathing huffed as it tried to catch up with it self.
The young boy named Nico that matched alice in wardrobe chased after the blonde haired man named Jimmy.
" Does he know ?" asked Gavril
" What that we know what he is ." whispered Alice.
" Yes."
" Please he doesn't know what he is , he thinks ...he's a vampire ." Gavril and Alice snickered among themselves quietly as a jet black double limo pulled up besides the black hearse. Except the limo seemed to have encountered some trauma. The paint was warn off in the front exposing the true color of the metal underneath the black gloss. The top had frayed from the windshield and began pulling back.
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