Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel

  John M. Davis

  Copyright 2013 Serenity Valley Publishing

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue: *After The Invasion*

  Chapter 1: *Help Arrives*

  Chapter 2: *Beware Bad Things*

  Chapter 3: *Hold Up For The Night*

  Chapter 4: *Love Defined*

  About the Author

  Prologue

  *After The Invasion*

  Nothing else mattered. In that moment, Alicia sat there, mesmerized and alone at her corner booth watching them all dance. Including the buxom blonde. Especially the buxom blonde.

  Alicia had watched her for nearly an hour, perfectly symmetrical curves moving with such fluidity. Of course the blonde who had Alicia's attention was with a date, and he was a catch to say the least, but Alicia didn't care; she had locked eyes with the most beautiful woman in the room and continued her concentrated glances as she remained seated, her shoulder length hair of velvet-black swaying slightly as the lights from the club dance floor bounced around the interior of the building.

  Sipping small drinks from a solid glass container, Alicia's tongue made its way up and down the straw, but just slightly. She had decided that the blonde dressed in solid red was something that she wanted; desired.

  She had a way of doing that, and Alicia wasn't the kind of woman to leave without taking with her what she lusted for. Standing up slowly, her pastel blue eyes shifted perfectly with similarly shaded lipstick, her tongue massaging them slowly as she confidently approached the couple.

  Without so much as a word, the background music then shifted into another song as Alicia and the blonde kissed. First, trembling lips sought each other out, finally locking together and handling each other with passion as the women kissed uncontrollably.

  The crowd on the floor started to thin out as a majority of them backed off to watch the two most attractive women in the place share passion through the mouth as Alicia began to slide her left hand up the red skirt of the blonde.

  Slowly she moved it in an upward position, finding a resting place in just the right spot as the blonde stopped kissing back for a moment, overwhelmed with both passion and lust.

  Calypso entered the club slowly, the light of the sun illuminating his near-superhuman size as everyone cast their eyes to the door, including Alicia. 

  “Damn.” she said under her breath as the blonde attempted to kiss while breathing heavily.

  Of course his born name wasn't Calypso, it was Gunther Stokley. Calypso was simply a nickname that was given to him by those he fought beside, including a very irritated Alicia Sims.

  “We are needed.” Calypso said, glancing down for a moment as Alicia removed her hand from the blonde's dress.

  Slowly nodding, Alicia turned for a moment to kiss the blonde's date on his cheek for being such a good sport of things, finally letting loose her grasp of the woman's ass in order to follow Calypso outside. As they both exited the club they were handed a stiff reminder that it was back to business as usual. War.

  One November day in the year 2087, everything was normal. The very next, Ancient ships had descended from the sky and just like that, there was no normal. Not anymore. There were only two governments left standing, the United States and Germany. The rest of the world had simply become a wasteland filled with both Human survivors and Ancients.

  In mere minutes of news coverage, we had answers to some of mankind's greatest mysteries. They left shortly after the rise of the Egyptian armies. Not out of fear, that's for damn sure. To our best estimation, they left so we would breed, expand the population that would eventually be enslaved by them.

  The smallest Ancient that any Human has ever laid eyes on is roughly eight feet in height. The largest, about the same. They walk like we do, but that's where the similarities end. Covered in pasty-grey skin, the pupils of their eyes with an amber-colored pigment that helps them deal with the rays of the sun, or so we're told.

  They also possess a transparent skull and bones, which has been linked to their ability to heal quickly. Very quickly. Sometimes not quickly enough though. In other words, they die. I should know, my unit has killed more of the sky-born bastards than any other group of soldiers on Earth.-Alicia Lucard

  Chapter 1

  *Help Arrives*