It’s a damn shame when it rains. You’ll have a nice evening in Santa Monica. It always starts with a stroll on the pier. The lights of the wheel and maybe a little cotton candy. Gabe’s always been a sucker for people watching and this is quite the place for it. Everyone is so carelessly happy.
Then he caps it off with a calming and relaxing walk on the beach. Some people complain that it’s too cold in January to go hanging out on the beach but for Gabe all you need is a good excuse to wear a coat and moonlight over the Pacific and you’ve found a semblance of the happiness that seems to be getting even more sparse across this hell-ridden world.
Gabe was a tall but lean built man with short brown hair, a hard face, and icy blue eyes that seemed almost unnatural. He strolled across the sand in brown khakis, brown leather shoes, a long beige raincoat and a black fedora. He always liked the style.
But that’s when it begins to pour and Gabe is forced under the pier to try to find some shelter from the rain in hopes that it’ll just pass. After about 15 minutes of the rain only getting harder though he’s pretty sure he’s going to have to accept he’s going to get wet.
His office is closer to the pier then his home and he’s pretty sure he has an umbrella there so he pulls up his coat collar and that trudges out along the wet sand. He makes his way up the boulevard, makes a right on 16th, and goes an additional few blocks ‘til he gets to his office.
The place used to be a warehouse but the owner of the property realized he could get more tenants by converting it to an office space. The guy had actually done a decent enough job of it. Gabe normally couldn’t afford a office space this nice but he had helped out out the landlord with each of his five philandering ex-wives. They weren’t pleasant jobs but his rent had been reduced to damn near nothing so who was he to complain. Besides it was his job anyway.
So it was when Gabe walked around the bend of the long hallway of which his office was at the end that he noticed light peeping out an open door. He undid the buckle of the holster under his coat and slid out his gun. He raised the weapon and slowly walked towards the door. It was open enough that a small wedge of light was streaming down the hallway through the gap. He steadied himself in front of the door, sliding his left hand over the knob and his gun near head. He readied himself to aim as he swing open the door to find a beautiful woman in a black dress casually sitting cross-legged in his chair.
“She’s going to be the death of me, isn’t she?” Gabe immediately thought to himself with a chuckle.
“Hello Gabe,” said the woman. She was a stunning woman in a black dress low cut on top and short cut on the bottom with long black hair that flowed down her perfect skin. She had deep green eyes and along with her red lipstick you could quickly become overwhelmed by it all.
But that voice…
I took a moment for Gabe to recollect from his long memory just how he knew that voice. It was the voices that never changed. It had been almost 500 years. “How are you doing Felice?”
“Oh, I go by Felicity now?”
“My apologies. It’s been a while. You seem a little shorter these days.”
Felicity smiled. “Well these bodies do have their limitations. You can only do so much with the human form.”
Gabe moved to the chair opposite her at the desk. It was weird being on the other side of the table but he tried his best to not let it show.
“I didn’t expect to see you around here. I thought you were enjoying yourself in Africa,” Gabe said with a tinge of sarcasm. He never did like the four. He understood that they had a purpose in the great plan but why did they have to go about enjoying it so much. Why couldn’t suffer a little more.
Like he did.
“Oh don’t be like that Gabriel. I mean look at you. You were the sword and fury of The Almighty and now you are reduced to solving menial mysteries around Los Angeles. Quite the fall I’d say.”
Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “Well you know the deal. We all get to learn this life as well. At least until the end comes.”
They sat there in a bit of silence with Gabe trying to keep his external fuming lower then his internal frustration and Felicity trying to keep the smirk on her face to a minimum. She had to ask something of him anyway.
Gabe finally broke the silence. “Why are you here anyway?”
“Well I’d come here to take some time off and spend it with my sister and two brothers. That is until Prim decided to up and disappear.”
“Are you sure she didn’t run off to fulfill some nerd boy’s wet dream of starting the zombie apocalypse? She’s had fun ever since those Romero films joking about that one.”
“Oh you know the rules. And while she is one to have a little fun here are there she isn’t one to go about breaking that one. Not to mention she would never miss out on our week. It’s the only time the four of us ever dedicate to meet up. We all hit up the best bars and restaurants around LA and gloat about our work.”
“I hear Prim has been settling down more. Stepping away from her work and trying find a life here.”
“Yes she’s seemed to have found an enjoyment in the mundane. I wouldn’t have thought her possible of such a thing with the way she used to be but the time always has a way of changing us all.”
Gabe set down his cap on his office table and then leaned back in the chair. He pulled out a Marlboro and his zippo as he she spoke. He lit the cig and took a long draw before responding. “Well that may be so but I doubt you came here to philosophize on the effects of the time here as had on us. I take it you came here to ask me to find her.”
“That would be correct Gabe. I would like you to find Prim, if you can.”
“Well let’s start with what you have so far. When were you supposed to meet?”
“Well we were supposed to all meet at Yamashiro for sushi and sake last night but she was a no show. I tried to call her but I got no response. Today I tried dropping by her house to scold her some for ditching but she wasn’t there. I’ve left her a couple messages but she never got back to me.”
“Well maybe she decided she didn’t want to be around you guys this time around,” Gabe casually responded.
Felicity gave Gabe a scolding look. “I seriously doubt that. She’s the one that organizes these these get togethers. We meet once every decade and Prim’s the one that always plans out the locations and tries to make sure we never lose contact. She always felt like we were a family that should stick together.”
Gabe couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. “I wouldn’t have pegged her to be so lovey dubby.”
“Oh I think you’d be surprised by what we are capable of,” Felicity said as she leaned forward to give Gabe a view.
Gabe had a moment lost in the thought that view brought to mind but it didn’t last long before he remembered Felicity’s true form. He looked past the beautiful woman to see the long black form that could slither through a field and cast shadows across it, leaving only dread in her wake.