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word count 49899
date submitted 23.04.2011
date updated 23.04.2011
genres: Fiction, Thriller, Romance, Fantasy...
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Redemption

Rachel Fusher

Seth is a nephilim struggling daily in the mortal world that never wanted him and the immortal world that never understood him…

 

Redemption is about a nephilim named Seth Angelus Lee. He lights the way for the dead while keeping the living at arms length. When he’s tasked with looking after a young woman, Seth is forced into very close quarters with a living, breathing, human being. Personalities collide and sparks fly as the nephilim does his best to protect the human in his care while keeping his past, and what he is, a secret. When his cover is finally blown he is faced with the choice of either opening up or losing everything. But some secrets should never be told. When an old demon from his past comes to call, Seth finally realizes the darkness he’s tried so hard to fight may just consume him. Follow Seth as he journeys on the road to his…REDEMPTION.

 
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XXXVI.

“You don’t have a leather jacket?” asked Seth, leaning against the motorcycle and folding his arms.

 

Kitty tugged on her stylish red overcoat and shrugged, “Sorry, I’m not in the habit of playing a big, bad biker chick. My leathers are on backorder.”

 

“Here,” he shucked one of his heavy jackets and handed it to her. “Wear this too. Otherwise you’ll freeze to death.”

 

The winter gloves she wore made her movements clumsy and awkward which prevented her from working the zipper. Seth had to fasten the jacket for her as if she were a small child again. He passed her a helmet and she stared first at it, then at him, “Where’s yours?”

 

“I don’t wear one.”

 

“But, isn’t there a law?”

 

“Yes…and don’t I just love breaking it?” he replied, popping the collar up on his remaining jacket. “Being a nephilim means I don’t feel things the same way you do. Trust me, you’ll want the helmet.”

 

Kitty shrugged, jamming the protective covering on her head. She struggled with the peculiar sensation of being top heavy as she made her way over to the bike.

 

Seth was already astride it, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter, “Try not to fall off before we’ve even moved.”

 

She rolled her eyes at the amused voice in her head, “Har, har, very funny. How would you like it if I held on so tight I choked off your air supply mid ride?”

 

“You could do that, but I wouldn’t advise it. Now, don’t wiggle around too much back there and we’ll be fine.”

 

“Wiggle around? I don’t think I’m gonna want to move at all!”

 

Kitty wrapped her arms snugly around Seth’s waist, feeling more than hearing his sudden outburst of laughter.

 

“Ready?”

 

“No, but let’s do it anyway.”

 

Seth laughed again and kick-started the motorcycle taking off at a much gentler pace than his normal tire screeching one. He squashed the desire to go faster and tried to concentrate on the girl behind him. A peal of laughter echoed through his head and he smiled at the unexpected reaction.

 

“Can we go a little faster?” she asked, loving the convenience of telepathy.

 

He was more than happy to oblige her but couldn’t help adding, “I thought you were afraid you were going to fall?”

 

“I still am but this is fun. It’s like riding the wind!” Kitty gave a loud war whoop, which was muffled by the helmet.

 

The half-angel barreled down the streets making himself and his passenger invisible to all police and the few pedestrians who were out braving the weather. Being pulled over for speeding was not high on his list of fun things to do. Getting caught using his powers to clear the snow wouldn’t be good either. He skidded to a dead stop moments later, almost throwing his inexperienced companion into a snowdrift.

 

Kitty yanked her helmet off, “Are you crazy? What did you do that for!”

 

“Shh, I need to hear!” he whispered, cocking his head in an animal like gesture.

 

The young woman’s heart pounded in her chest as she listened too. All she could discern was the idling of the bike and the laughter of a few post holiday shoppers. Whatever Seth heard it worried him. She could tell by the set of his shoulders. His body language screamed danger.

 

“Seth…what is it?”

 

His reply came through clenched teeth, “Put your helmet on and hold tight. We’re going to have to run.”

 

Kitty had just enough time to comply with his request before he kicked the bike around and roared off in the opposite direction. She was afraid to ask what they were running from incase she didn’t like the answer.

 

Seth jumped the curb turning into a narrow alley. The roar of the engine was nearly deafening in the tight space and even the helmet Kitty wore didn’t block the sound much. They shot out onto a deserted side street, stirring up a miniature blizzard of snow in their wake.

 

“Shit,” muttered Seth, glancing backwards and shaking his head.

 

“What’s back there?” asked Kitty, gripping him a little tighter.

 

“Trouble. Look, whatever you do don’t acknowledge them.”

 

“Why?”

 

“You have the ability to see demons.”

 

“I know.”

 

“I don’t want the demons to know that. They’re going to look like inhuman beasts wearing human masks as faces. If you react they’ll know you can see them for what they are.”

 

The young woman swallowed hard and shivered, “Are all demons that ugly?”

 

“No, that’s the problem. Some are quite beautiful. However, these are a lower class. Better looking than the standard grunt but still incredibly scary.”

 

As the last word echoed out of her mind two bright red GSX’s dropped in to either side of them and a huge black Harley growled up behind. The demons riding the crotch rockets grinned showing pointed teeth with black gums.

 

The Harley and the GSX on the left switched places giving Kitty a clear view of one of the scariest demons she’d seen yet. The human looking mask couldn’t disguise the bright yellow eyes or the unnaturally wide leering mouth full of large serrated teeth.

 

“Well, well, well, look what we have here. The halfer and his girl.”

 

“Hello Crete.”

 

Kitty was surprised she could hear the two of them talking but she couldn’t help asking a question, “Crete? What kind of a name is Crete?”

 

“It’s short for Concrete…meaning he’s hard as.”

 

“Are we in trouble?”

 

Seth smiled even though she couldn’t see, “Aren’t we always?”

 

“You know it’s not polite to have a telepathic conversation when the other party can’t understand it. I’d hate to think you were trying to hide something-”

 

The half-angel let loose running the bike at almost top speed yelling over his shoulder, “Hate to chat and run but I’ve got things to do and places to see!”

 

Crete smiled as his posse drew level with him, “Let’s go boys. Kasen wants him alive but he didn’t say anything about unharmed. If the halfer wants a fight we’ll give him one.”

 

Seth went flying around a turn that would have given lesser men a heart attack and prompted Kitty to shut her eyes for the time being.

 

“You’re going to get us killed!”

 

“Only if I crash.”

 

The brunette’s eyes flew open and she sat up a little straighter speaking out loud in her disbelief, “You’re actually having fun, aren’t you?”

 

“Just a little. Demons are a bit stupid. If you know how to handle them it can be…amusing.”

 

He let out a short bark of laughter as one of the GSX-R’s tried to cut him off before the bridge. Narrowly avoiding a collision he unbalanced the rider who then catapulted into the stone railing.

 

They raced into the abandoned area of town where Seth had his shop and he could finally drop the invisibility. They cut in and out, racing around the deserted buildings like hell beasts.

 

“Okay, I think I’ve had just about enough of this. Katherine, close your eyes. This is going to be dangerous.”

 

“Who’s up for a game of follow the leader!” he yelled, grinning at the war cry responses. “Alright assholes, but you have to be quick!”

 

Seth zipped ahead aiming straight for the steel door of his shop. It snapped open like greased lightning and closed just as fast as soon as the Chief was through.

 

“I’m going to miss this place,” he mumbled, using his powers to blow the back out of the building as a resounding crash and explosion sounded from the front.

 

“Can I look now?” asked Kitty, squeezing him a little tighter at the explosion.

 

“Uh-huh, go ahead,” he replied, stopping a little distance from the front.

 

Kitty let him go, removing her helmet and watching the flaming wreck. She swallowed, leaning her face forward and talking into Seth’s shoulder, “I’m sorry about your shop.”

 

“I’m not,” he said, taking off his sunglasses and squinting at the base of the fire.

 

The young woman followed his gaze, “What is that?”

 

That is Crete.” Seth got off the motorcycle and shed his jacket. “Stay here, this won’t take long.”

 

The half-angel strode forward, popping his neck and shoulders. It was unusual for demons to pick a fight with him. They must have been working under orders from a bigger and badder demon and he intended to find out which idiot it was.

 

“You smashed my motorcycle and most of my form, Halfer. I’m gonna rip your arms off!” Crete gestured at his blistered and torn skin.

 

“You destroyed my shop. I’d say we’re about even. The only thing I want to know is-” Seth dodged a wide swing and head butted the demon. “Who told you it would be a good idea to come after me?”

 

Crete staggered back and started after his opponent with a roar, “I ain’t telling you!”

 

“You don’t have to.” The nephilim put him in a headlock and reached for his right hand. “Every demon has its mark.”

 

He turned the hand palm side up and dropped it immediately. Seth switched forms so quickly he seemed to blur and the edges of his silver eyes hazed red.

 

“Where did you get that mark?” he snarled in a voice straight from the grave.

 

“I shouldn’t have to tell you that, Halfer. You should know it already,” laughed Crete, his teeth showing out of his ruined cheeks.

 

“He’s not here! He can’t be here! You’re lying you stupid bastard!” screamed Seth, his eyes turning fully red.

 

The demon held his hand out showing the clear brand of a ‘K’ in stylized calligraphy, “Brands don’t lie.”

 

“Shut up!” Seth leapt forward and took Crete to the ground.

 

He laughed even harder, blood seeping out of his mouth, “Go to hell, Halfer.”

 

The half-angel smiled red eyes flashing, and in a voice that would have made the bravest man wet himself said, “You first.”

 

Kitty turned away from the killing spree, trembling all over. This was a side of Seth she’d never wanted to see. He was an entirely different person, someone she didn’t recognize and she was terrified.

 

Seth twisted away from the corpse, blood dripping off his hands and into the snow. He hadn’t lost his temper like that in some time. Heat still throbbed in his veins and his vision was cloudy, indicating his eyes were their more demonic color. He must cut a horrific figure and no mistake.

 

There was no sign of Kitty anywhere and Seth called loudly, “Katherine!”

 

It was like something out of a horror film, the harsh demon voice calling out for his next victim. The half-angel sank to his knees in the snow and lowered his head. He’d finally gotten his wish, Kitty was afraid of him.

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