Snape sat up and licked her candy apple lips. She had a really, really weird taste in her mouth.
It tasted as if she had been drugged she ran her hand across her mouth and spat and spat and spat until she got rid of the horrible taste that was linger in her mouth.
She then blinked her eyes a few times and looked around.
Only to find herself in a Library filled with famous spiritualists and what looked like their groupies.
Something told her that they were in trouble what type of trouble she had no idea but when it involved a whole bunch of spiritualists she would bet her first born that it had to do with the supernatural and anything that had to do with the supernatural usually always meant trouble for the supernatural and trouble always went hand in hand.
As she looked around the room she saw what she took to be a ghost at first sight turned out only to be a memory which was a good thing she was in no condition to handle ghosts.

Excalibur enter the RV only to find that it occupant was still a sleep which was a good thing since she was running late.
Now if he just remained a sleep until the coffee was made he would never have to know about her latness and she wouldn't run risk of losing her job she needed this job she liked this job and she was good at and that was all that mattered.
Not that Pete would fire her after all with out her he would be lost just the way he had been before he stumbled across her that day in the mall.
When he needed her the most there she was willing to lose her only source of income inorder to help him she had lost a job that she didn't really like and gained on she did a long with a nice tidy sum of cash that had not been counted toward her first pay check it was a bonus.
Not that she didn't earn it.....
She earned about two of her paychecks from her other job in one after noon and she didn't need to wait two bloody weeks to collect it.

Ugh did I tell you guys how much I hate you, you take me to all the crumby places and someone or something is always trying to kill us if it wasn't for your sexy UK accent I would totally have fried your cute tushey that and the fact that you rescued me from a fate worst then death. I really, really hated my last job.
But at least in it I was only verbally abused in this job I was physically abused but I got to be all I could be and I could actually talk back without fear of losing my bread and butter.
Snape why don't you tell me how you really feel you shouldn't hold anything back its not healthy that is why people die young.
Actually the only reason why people drop dead young around you is because you are death its self.
Snape thats not very nice even if its true I am the angel of death and you are a witch and we are doing society a favor.
A very big, big favor we clean up other people's messes.

*sorry if you are looking for part three of this story I accidently put it in the blog section*

THE GUYS.....I wonder what Snape is doing in HQ and I wonder why she doesn't want us to know what she is doing I mean she actually told you that she thought we she do some male bonding. Whenever a chick says that she is hiding something.

Or maybe she discovered a way to get us out of this and doesn't want to share with us until she is sure it will work so we don't get our hopes up. Which is totally like Snape she always thinks of others before her self.

I say we leave her by she will tell us when she is ready and for all we know it could just be a girl thing and she doesn't want to tell us because she knows that we wouldn't get it after all we are males.

I think Wisdom we have stumbled on to Old Willow Rd. I wonder what happened to that town that is supposed to appear to lure unsuspecting travels to their deaths because I didn't see no town nor I am quite sure that we did not speak to some creepy citizian of the town.
So how did we end up on this road?
We love ended up on this rd because of the direction you gave me you are so right you suck at giving directions.
Love I didn't give you any directions I have been reading the file the towns people sent us since we left civiliazion. And Barry didn't give you any directions because he has been playing with his guns and sulking every since we left the city and Francis has been sleeping like a baby.
Wisdom have you been hearing voices again? How many times do I have to tell you not to listen to the voices because all they do is get us into trouble.

HQ
People, people, people you are not doing your reports right or your not doing your reports at all what am I paying you to do.
Wisdom take a chill pill we do what we are hired to do it is what others can't or aren't willing to do we are earth's first and last defense against all things evil. We are the warriors of the light and if we fall then earth also falls. Besides the SB's(supernatural beings) have been out in full force lately that we are barely holding our own that we haven't had time to cross the t's and dot the i's. I'm so drained that I can barely cast the simplest of spells so I count us lucky that we don't need any major magic since I am the only SB in this group and the rest of you guys are muggles.

DARK

(C)opyright 2006 By Mark Edward Linehan

Standing in the middle of madness, I couldn't help but think to myself how lucky we were that it was so late. Traffic had thinned out after midnight on the night that the world died. Two cars had collided as every vehicle around stalled simultaneously. A jeep had collided recklessly into a small compact that was unlucky enough to be in front of it. The force of the collision had sent both cars spiraling and rolling wildly off the bridge, seeming to leap intentionally over the jersey barriers and vanishing into the black. From all around my car I could hear the sounds of vehicles skidding into each other. I braced myself for impact as I brought my car to a fast, but hopefully safe, stop. No ensuing jerk into my seat told me that I had got off easy. From the sound of it, you would have thought all the cars in Boston had started a demolition derby.

Exorcise is Good for the Sold

The girl was crying on the stained lime green linoleum of the kitchen. Ugly light streamed in through the cheap, dirty blinds painting the apartment with reds and oranges that clashed with the floor. She was a pale waif in an immaculate white night gown, with her long black hair spread out like a spider’s web from her sobbing head. She was curled up in a ball clutching her stomach. She scratched the linoleum, leaving deep ruts in the second-rate flooring with her fingernails. Hot tears streamed from the corner of her closed eyes down her cheeks, and off her chin. They accumulated in a super heated saline puddle beneath her.

The old, the diseased, the impovrished masses - they line your gutters and fill your asylums. With minds as lost as their futures, the forgotten pass by like subtly flickering wraiths. Barely seen, barely noticed and no more noteworthy than the trash littering the streets.

Just as filthy.

Just as discarded.

Yet in their shattered psyches, secrets are held. A meaning, an answer, a cure. And in their shopping carts to the brim with aluminum cans and old newspapers, treasures are stored. A holy grail here, a lost Shakespearian manuscript there.

And we pass them by. Not because they are beneath us. Because they are above. They hold the key and it terrifies that mortal child inside. Better to live in darkness, better to name them dirt, than to know the truth.

Because once you know, there is no going back.

Hurry past. Toss a few coins, even a dollar or two into that rattling tin cup, and stay blissfully unaware.