1 Howling.Snarling.Cursing.A lullaby if I ever heard one and I had heard plenty of them over the pastseventeen years.I wasn’t the girlish of girls, hell I wasn’t even the most socialist of people.So normal lullabies didn’t apply to me… hearing things snarl and howl in thenight were normal to me.That was just the kinder girl I was.Haven wasn’t a place that suited its name, half the population of the buildingwere things that didn’t want to be there and sure in hell didn’t find any sort ofHaven within their cages.But Haven was my home and had been home since I came into the worldkicking and screaming.I say kicking and screaming it was more like my host came in to the worldkicking and screaming I just came along for the ride.It was a bitch but it was the only way.The true Jillian Jackson died long before I ever arrived on the scene, she diedthe moment her mother was bitten by a wolf; truthfully a werewolf.I was born when the monster who was the former Mrs Jackson gave birth toher dead child on a pentagram drawn by my not so warm and not so nicegrandfather.I popped into the body and took over, the baby could have easily have beennormal and human but what with still being in the womb the baby wouldnever have been normal.Knowing my grandfather and father the child wouldn’t have lasted fiveseconds without being shot in the head.I’m not evil, wouldn’t still be here after twenty five long years if I was, I’mwhat my grandfather had come to call me ‘a body hopping soul’, I was drawnto the pentagram.So when I was old enough Haven became home even with creatures that had just jumped out of the mythical legends of old, because here I wasn’t treatedlike I would grow horns or a tail anytime soon.I was wanted dead here but at least those down in the cells and cages held noqualms about telling me that.Haven was fronted by my father, run by my grandfather and hired andtrained about a thousand agents. It was, on paper at least, a branch of theGovernment that took care of supposed new strains of viruses that affectedthe animal population, often working in places that the DNR didn’t want to
venture into.Haven was a Government funded operation, the building paid and up kept by Government money; it just didn’t do the normal things that theGovernment was meant to be doing.For starters the Haven building itself or rather a compound housedeverything and anything that either turned furry, sported superhumanstrength or basically killed for power in magical ways.Secondly the agents who worked for Haven hunted said creatures eitherdestroying them or thanks to me bringing them in for further studying inhope to help stop the force of evil from spreading.No wonder I called Haven home.It started back when people began to think they could rule the world, insteadof them trying to take over the world with human armies they decided to trymore supernatural means.Hitler attempted it with his werewolf army which of course set mygrandfather back a few years when the real werewolves were released into the black forest.My father got roped into helping not only send the evil that was createdduring the Second World War but the evil that had been around before Hitlerwas a twinkle in his parents eyes.My brother and I… well I had no choice and my dear brother felt he didn’thave one.A family business of the screwed up kind.It was in the bowels of the compound that I spent most of my days andnights, typing away on the World Wide Web searching for answers for theagents out in the field or studying the creatures locked up hoping to draw outone of the mysteries that could help us fight them.So when my door burst open you can understand how shocked I was; theguards didn’t like venturing this close to the creatures nor me and my fatherand grandfather preferred if I went to them instead of being in a room theycouldn’t escape from.Adam Jackson on the other had held no qualms about being near thecreatures or being left alone with me.Brothers were strange like that as I had come to understand. They were alsostrange for the very that this brother was an agent and meant to be out in thefield rounding up some mythical beast or another.Seeing the confusion on my face Adam must have taken pity on me becausehe relaxed his movements.Acting as though he hadn’t burst through my office door like he was beingchased by a pack of wolves.Ignore the pun there.
“Your wolves are acting up” Adam declared trying to push that invisiblestrand of hair from his forehead. He had gotten his coppery brown hair cut,which my father and grandfather had been demanding of him since last year.But boys will boys and I had no doubt that the sudden hair cut was becausehe found out the hard way that supernatural creatures don’t play fair.“No hello… no nice to see you Jill,” I pause and judge his appearance andlack of hurry now.“Not the monster wolves but rather the furry all year round wolves” Iquestion and gain a look for my troubles.Adam might be the only one to treat me half way human but that didn’t meanhe wasn’t going to treat me like I wasn’t his sister.“I swear Jeffery enjoys showing off his guns around the wolves” I can’t help but snarl.I ignored the widening of Adam’s green eyes while I hurry about saving andclosing my projects.I don’t turn furry, I don’t suck blood and I sure in hell haven’t become aZombie but just because I haven’t been classified as anything more then a‘body hopping soul’ didn’t mean I couldn’t become any of those things.“Gramps isn’t showing off… besides last time he promised he would shootthem” Adam hated the fact I enjoyed the company of wolves, all year roundwolves, to humans.That was generally why when my wolves acted up Jeffery Jackson wouldn’t be far away.It was my turn to give the look unlike Adam though I couldn’t keep theconcern from spreading across my features.The Jackson Irish/American roots couldn’t help but stand out in Adam, hiscopper red/brown hair was silky and when he wore it past his chin laid inwaves. His misty green eyes reminded me of the pictures of Ireland I had seenand his pale unmarred face sharpened and soften his high cheek bones.He was pretty enough for it to hurt.This goes to show that fate has one sick idea of humour, the only thing thatcould class me as a Jackson beside the name being added on would be themisty green eyes; beside that nothing!
Zilch.
For Adam’s pale skin I bore tanned skin, for his high cheek bones I had around lower face. For his silky mane I had unmanageable dark chocolate brown hair.Two peas in a pod we were never going to be.“Why are you here anyway, I doubt even you would race all the way backfrom,” I pause.Adam sighed.
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Of Angels and Monsters (Book one)
'Of Angels and Monsters' follows the missions of Jillian Jackson the not so human monster hunter.
Her first assignment is to track and destory the Werewolf causing mayhem in a small town.
Her first assignment is to track and destory the Werewolf causing mayhem in a small town.
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