Day 11.

Dad reached over and sort of punched my shoulder. “Keep yourself out of trouble though, huh?”

He got up, and just as he stepped through my door, he looked back and said, “If you need to talk...”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said. I appreciated it. I did. If I was going to tell anyone it would have been him or Emilie.

I made up my mind to head to the library the next morning. Maybe I could find out what the hell was going on at that place.




“We’ve had some reports of activity at your site, Konstantine.”

“Its been taken care of, sirs. I filed a report, the issue is resolved.”

“Then you deny that one of the local residents approached the building.”

“I... not at all. I mean, he did, yes, but nothing happened. It was without incident.”

“Your charge hasn’t the best track record. You expect us to believe that a local came to the site, and she made no attempts to contact him?”

“Yes. As I said, there was no incident.”

“... Very well. You may leave. Oh. And Konstantine?”

“Yes?”

“You understand the reprecussions for submitting a falsified report, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Just so we’re clear. You’re excused.”

Door shuts.

“He is protecting his charge.”

“Assuming the other Watcher is telling the truth.”

“She has no reason to lie. We shoudl keep a closer eye on the situation.”

“And something must be done with the local.”

“We will send someone to deal with him.”

“Yes we will.”




I couldn’t sleep. I was dead tired, my eyes were burning and drooping, but everytime I tried to sleep I could only lie there and think about... things.

Namely Thi.

For about the fifth time, I crawled out from beneath the covers, my bare feet touching the cold wooden floors. I approached the window, stared out for a while. No dark figures tonight, no freakish bird. Just a clear sky, the moon giving what light it could to make the landscape glow.

As I was staring at the trees in the distance, I got that feeling you get when you’re just about to take a test you’re not prepared for. That anxious feeling that some call butterflies, but I call evil flesh eating moths fiercly slamming against your abdomen, ripping you apart from the inside out.

Or... something like that.

But it wasn’t a feeling that made me was to crawl under the blankets and wait for my doom to pass.