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Chapter 6 Ok, so finding out that I was pregnant pretty much changed everything. And not just my life. It was making my holiday really unenjoyable, more so than before. Everybody was so careful with me and around me; I wanted to strangle them all. Ok, I, like all girls', likes to be pampered at least once and awhile but not every bloody day. Mom is the worst out of everyone. As soon as I came home the following day she had this long set of rules of what I could do and what I couldn't do. What I was allowed to eat and wasn't and so on and so forth. What was worst was the rest of the family followed her example and watched me like a hawk.

Chapter 5 "Ow" I mumbled through my dry lips as I started to come to. I was feeling awfully heavy and yet at the same time floaty. I also found it hard to move or do anything really. I was getting a very strong sense of déjà vu. This wasn't first time I had felt this way, which meant… I was in Hospital… again! Sigh… "Ow? I think that might be an understatement, querida." A soft voice whispered from my right… I think. "Jesse." It wasn't a question; I just need to say his name out loud in the delight of him being there. "Yes querida." I felt his large hand gently press against my cheek. "What's the damage rep

Chapter 4 Monday morning, 8:30am and all the kids in Carmel were still happily in dreamland, while me, to my slight horror… ok more than slight, was heading with Jesse to Junipero Serra Mission Academy to go see Father Dominic. I was actually looking forward to seeing the old priest; I mean I do owe him a bit for all that he has done for Jesse so that he could live a normal life without suspicion. How exactly he managed to do this is still beyond my knowledge, but obviously Men of God can have some powerful friends around. Jesse stopped the car we had rented for our stay here in the student car-park of my old school, grinning in a ch

Chapter 3 Carmen “Hell Hounds? Are you absolutely sure?” It’s amazing how a priest of God could sound so excited about creatures that could possible come from Hell itself. “Pretty sure, Father D.” I replied. It had been a week since I had the close encounter with the Hell Hounds; something Jesse is still not pleased with me about. My Uni year was over for the summer, and I was contemplating just taking a break from it since, well I wasn’t really going anywhere with it. Maybe I should just get a job and work for a year and then maybe go back to school with a better idea of what I wanted to do with my life. A

Chapter 2 Disappearing And my mood didn’t improve much over the next two weeks. Something strange was happening in the spiritual side of the world. A bad sort of strange. The thing that made my mood so bad was not only that I still felt sick, but because neither Jesse nor I knew what was causing the strange and the ghosts we met with, all had an idea but none could tell their secrets before the huge ugly black dog appeared, coming out of nowhere and snapped them up and then would disappear again. It also tried to do this to Jesse the first couple of times we met it, but it seems to have given up on him. It had no interest in me, w

Chapter 1: Ghosting Again “Suzie! Suzie! SUZIE! “Mom?” “Suzie!” I cringed as my mother’s scared voice was suddenly cut off a terrified scream. “Mom!” I sat bolt upright in bed, my mother’s terrified scream still echoing in my head. I couldn’t understand why I had dreamed something like that; that my mother… was being murdered… by a ghost? Come on. Ok, maybe it wasn’t such a long shot, but still, it was highly unlikely. I mean seriously, why would a ghost want to kill my Mom for? To get back at me, hahaha, funny… I scrambled out of bed, panic filling me, making m

The Army of The Ankh Prologue I stared at the mirrored reflection of my forever eighteen year old face. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother looking in a mirror. I was never going change in appearance. Never. I had learnt that the hard way. When I was changed I had no idea what was going on or why it was happening. To this day I still don’t know who changed me into what I am today, but whoever it was, left me for dead, not really realising that I would survive those three days or that first year, but I did. And here I stood, fifty-six years later, still looking as if I wasn’t a day older then eighteen. I brushed my long, dark