My first Long story. My very own! Well, i don't own ghost rider(of course) but my very own none the less. Read and enjoy. Takes part few months after the end of the movie... R&R...

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of every footfall echoed through the empty remains of the old church.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Angel thought. But it was too late to turn back.

She looked around. "You know you could have chosen another place for your project." The wireless in her ear buzzed.

"There is no other place like San Venganza. As the legend goes..."

"I know, I know how the legend goes, alright? Just take what you want and leave. I don't have a good feeling about it."

Angel smiled through her discomfort. According to the legend, there should be thousands of damned souls here. But she couldn't find even a ghost dog. Not just that there wasn't the same suffocating, compressed feeling which was the first sign that the place was haunted. But when she approached the church she felt what she was looking for. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't telling her to go away, but it was beaconing her to come closer.

The church must have once been a marvelous structure in its time. Rows of chairs were still present and so was the alter. Only some places showed the signs of...of a brawl.

'Oh please no.' Angel thought. She had not come all this way looking for a poltergeist.

She started examining the place. She sat down on an old bench hoping for a rattle or shriek. Nothing. She looked at the bench. She stood up and examined the sides of the bench. She suddenly found something...something unusual. A Bullet. And it was not old. Only a few months maybe. That is odd. No one has ever set a foot on San Venganza. For study and research work maybe but a guy with a gun makes no sense. There was nothing here. She looked around. The sun had gone down completely and the night had wrapped her shawl over the surrounding. Angel took her camera and flashlight out and started clicking some pictures.

Something groaned in a corner. Angel froze. Ghosts aren't the only thing that are found in abandoned places like this. Well at least this won't be the first time she had to come face to face with a crook. "I guess that explains the bullet." Angel thought.

She turned and noticed a shadow in the far dark corner of the church. The moon had risen and some rays of light still peaking though the disintegrated roof. In the dim light she could see something hiding...no...lying in the shadow.

"Excuse me?" She asked foolishly.

"Wait, what? Who are you talking to?" The wireless buzzed.

"Hello?" She walked closer to the shadow.

"Angi, just take the pic and get out of there." The sound of the wireless tensed. "Angel just get the fuck out of the goddamn place, please for god's sake."

The shadow moved as if trying to get up. Angel stopped on her track. Absentmindedly she pulled out the earpiece and stuffed it into her pocket. She felt a chill of air hit her face.

"Who are you?" Angel asked the shadow, clutching a cross tightly in her right hand. The shadow's head snapped.

She felt the evil air around her. She staggered back. She felt more evil aura than she ever imagined. She clutched the cross more tightly which dug into the palm of her hand. Blood trickled from the closed fist. The shadow extended a hand to her as if asking for her help. She took a deep breath and walked towards the shadow with measured steps. Shivers went down her spine when she was near the darkness. Taking a deep breath she reached out for the shadow. Something like ice grabbed her hand and a instant pain seared through her body draining her of her life source. She screamed out into the night. But the pain soon vanished. She crashed onto the floor. Through foggy eyes she saw a figure standing in front of her. The figure of a man. He extended his arm again, but this time to grab her throat. He pulled her up from her lateral position, on to the feet and the perched her on the wall, her feet hanging in mid air. She started to cough and gulp desperately for air. He looked into her eyes. Angel felt as if she would fall into those sinister dark holes and never come back. She grabbed his hand and tried to pull the hand away from her throat. After a few moments he let her down and let go of her throat.

"I can smell your fear." he said, he voice strangely seductive and smooth. She was bereft of words for her attacker. He looked human, made of flesh and blood but he had the most powerful demonic aura emitting from him.

"Why are you here?" He asked further.

"I..." She opened her mouth to say something, to explain but she couldn't find the words, the voice. She coughed and clutched her throat. The man stood really close to her making her very vulnerable. Even if he wasn't a creature from the other side he could easily kill her. But she didn't have the strength to run. He looked done on her with a curious look. His hand reached out to her and this time she backed away on instinct and bumped into the wall behind her. He stopped and withdrew his hand. He took a step back. The full moon shine fell on his face. He was unusually handsome, with jet black hair and pale skin, he looked like angel from heaven rather than a netherworld dweller.

She heard, thanks to every good spirit, voices of her companion outside.

She wanted to scream out to them but she looked at the man. He looked towards the door and started to back away.

"Go" He said, before completely merging into the darkness.

"Angel!" Monica and Harvey burst through the door.

Angel still looked to where the man had vanished, balancing herself on the edge of the wall.

"That's enough wild goose chase for now." Harvey said in a stern voice.

He picked her up and headed for the van.

Through the darkness Black heart saw a van drive away with a curious look in his eyes.

Angel sat in the back of the van wrapped in a blanket. She felt cold, really cold, as if she had just come out of a deep freezer. Harvey drove fast. Monica sat beside her.

"Why did you do it?" Monica asked.

"What?" Angel looked up absent minded.

"Why did you take of the headset?"

"Oh just so that i can concentrate."

"On what?"

Angel didn't answer.

"Who were you talking to?" Monica asked again.

"Just a guy..."

"What guy?" Monica asked, shocked.

"He was lying on the floor on the church. He was there when you guys came in."

"Angel... We didn't see anyone..." Monica said grimly placing a hand on her shoulder. "You were standing alone..."

Angel closed her eyes. She was right. He wasn't human. He couldn't be.

"Well at least this wasn't be the first time."

"Angel..." Monica said grimly, "You will get yourself killed someday. You shouldn't mess around with things as such. This is something over which we humans have no control."

She handed her a cup of hot coco. Angel took the cup. It was then she realized how cold she was. The cup felt blazing hot in her palms. She touched Monica's hand. Monica flinched.

"You're so cold!" She said with concern. Angel didn't say anything. She felt as if she had been drained of all the energy, including her body heat. She sipped the coco and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. Monica leaned back beside her and wrapped a hand around Angel to keep her warm. Angel placed her head on her shoulder.

"Thanks." She said. "You know i think..."

"Shhh... Try to get some rest." Monica said. "We will talk about it later."

"Hey Harve... When are we leaving for New York?" Angel asked.

" Few days from now." He answered, his eyes firmly on the road.

"And how long till we reach colorado?"

"Few hours."

"Good." Angel said and curled up in the back seat. "The faster the better. I am gonna need some answers."

Please don't tell me i suck. But i am looking for critiques... New chapter coming up soon...

-Sugar :-)