Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 18:06:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Nephillim Prologue

The following is a complete work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
characters and real life persons is completely coincidental.  Please do
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The following story contains violence and erotic homosexual situations
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If after reading this disclaimer, you find yourself surprised by the
content, you should be slapped.


The Nephillim


Prologue


      I lay thrashing about in the bottom of the bath tub, nude, and half
wrapped in a tangle of shower curtain.  I slipped, and my 7 foot 2 inch
frame made more noise than I thought possible as I grappled for anything to
keep my balance.  I failed and took the shower curtain with me.  The spray
of water seemed to suddenly change direction as though the shower head had
taken on a life of its own, adding to the chaos.

      "Hey Mallik, you okay?"  Darryl's muffled words came through the
door.

      I heard a click from the bathroom door knob and struggled to cover
myself.  "Don't come in. I'm fine!"

      Time moved slowly as my head spun toward the door.  It was that
endless moment of horror you feel as your car careens from the road and
carries you to your death.

      Darryl pushed open the door and rushed over to the fixtures to shut
off the torrent of water blasting me and much of the bathroom floor.  "Hey!
You okay?"

      His deep brown eyes traveled the length of my pale wraith-like body
to my waist.  I watched his caring and friendly face twist into an
expression of complete disgust.  "What the hell are you?!"

      Hot tears slid down my cheeks as my eyes blazed white light.  "Get
out!"  I sat upright and pulled my knees to my chest.

      "What the Fuck!"  Darryl backed away slowly as if he had just
stumbled upon a ravenous animal eyeing him as its next meal.

      His back hit the wall and he let out a yelp.  He turned and ran out
the bathroom.  I heard his feet pound through the small hotel room and then
the jiggle of metal as he fumbled with the lock.  I clambered out of the
tub and watched as he flung open the door and fled into the cold and lonely
night.

      I loved him, had killed for him, and now he ran from me in fear for
his life.  I rose and pulled a towel from the rusting shelf on the wall and
wrapped it around my waist.  We aren't the kind of night creatures that
call the police so I didn't fear unexpected company.  I made my way across
the room and closed the door, shutting out the cold and noise of traffic.
At least tonight I would have a warm dry place to rest, even if Darryl
didn't lie beside me.  My fear and hopes combined with the thoughts that he
might return.

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As are most authors, I'm anxious to hear your opinions on the story.
Feedback fuels me to write, so if you're enjoying the story, please take a
moment to let me know.  If you hate it, I'm always more than willing to
hear that too.  You can mail me at gaywriter72@yahoo.com.  A special thank
you to Dr. Grant for your editing.  Without you, this story would not be
what it is.  This is one of a series of stories that all merge together.
The Nephillim, The Lycan, The Druid, The Fey, The Grigori, Lucif, and
Midnight's Rainbow.  Give them a glance when and if you have a moment.
Hope to hear from you soon!  Thanks!