I was on my way back to the motel and stopped for a bite to eat before continuing to the farthest room on the left, room 214. I opened the door and laid my things on the bed. I grabbed the first shirt on top and a pair of jeans that had holes in the knees and the bottoms were worn down to nothing but threads. I climbed into the shower for the first time in three days washing the dirt, grime and blood that had been accumulating. When I stepped out of the shower there was a note waiting for me on the bedside table. In beautiful script it was printed:
Dear Vanessa Pell,
I have waited many years for an opportunity to meet you and now that I have the chance I fear it may be too late. You are in grave danger, leave as soon as you get this. Go to the address below and I shall be along soon.
Sincerely,
Your Guardian Angel.
493, Brooklyn Road Morgantown, KY 42261, go now and good luck.
I read the script over and over trying to see some hidden meaning but all I could think was it was some trap. I ran to the computer and typed in the coordinates but all it came up with was a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees. I knew it was a trap then; I grabbed up my stuff and ran out the door, paid the guy up front and left to my car waiting outside. I looked to the sky and felt a raindrop hit my forehead I didn't check the local weather report but I knew that the rain would be at a down poor when I reached the state line. I was in Clarksville Tennessee so it would take me about three hours maybe less if I sped.
I opened the trunk of my 82 Camaro and moved the two bags covering the arsenal of weapons ageist the supernatural. I checked through my journal and found nothing of interest in Kentucky, but who wants me there. I placed the 45 caliber Glock in my back holster and shut the trunk. Grabbing the bags in the back I put the gun in the leather satchel in the passenger side seat, I started the car and took off down the road, I had no idea how crazy this whole situation was going to get.