Chapter 1

It was plain and simple I was wasting my life away. At 18 I was working in a small bar in Mexico because that's where my life unravelled, ok so my life may have started to unravel in Bethal but it truly fell apart in Mexico. The cherry on the top of this truly messed up cake was 4 months ago I was shot and presumed dead presumed being the stressed word there, for here I stand with my heart beating even if my brain feels dead staring at the mindless drunks. I didn't know what was going on when I first woke up everything was a blank in my mind there was just an instinct to get somewhere safe as I walked along the side of the road I started to get flashes of what happened to me, and I did something that I was told not to do since I was a small child, I accepted a ride from a stranger he told me that he owned a bar and he needed a new waitress and if I was interested the job was mine. I found myself accepting I knew that I wasn't going to go after Scott anymore plus he thought I was dead maybe this was the right time to cut our ties.

It didn't take long for me to settle into the routine of the bar and I was able to rent a room in the local motel, I kinda liked coming to work when I was in my room I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what I was missing if I was back home like homecoming and senior ditch day, I wonder what everyone thought about the Fullers disappearance maybe it was linked with the disappearance of half of the hockey team. Scandal in our small god fearing town I can't help but let out a laugh at the thought of that, dad would have had a heart attack at the scandal. I had the shift at the bar which was midday till 6 which meant that I had my morning and evening free to do nothing besides wallow a little bit, the other girls that worked in the bar were all older than me trying to make a wage for their families and they were icy towards me they thought I was the little American girl who took a job potentially from one of their friends I didn't blame them I felt like an outsider I didn't need to be treated like one to confirm it.

Anyway back to the present I'm pouring a guy's 4th shot and it was only 1 in the afternoon when someone walked in the bar and I knew that my life was going to be derailed again, he sat down on a bar stool a couple of seats away from shot guy and waited until I walked over to him

'Ranger Gonzalez what can I get for you?'

'A whiskey' He didn't look shocked for someone who thought that I was dead which leads me to believe that he was here to see me and somehow knew I was alive, I poured the drink and placed it in front of him

'You don't seem surprised to see me'

'Being a Ranger I have access to records and I was surprised to find a statement from a fight that happened in this bar signed Kate Fuller' I remember the fight, two guys who had too much to drink got into a huge fight and the police called I was reluctant to sign my name on the statement but the police weren't after me they had no idea that the Geckos had used my family to get over the border

'Is that why you're here to see for yourself if I lived?'

'No I need your help'

'4 months of no supernatural was bound to end sometime soon what do you need my help with?'

'A month ago I was keeping track on a guy named Don Fuentes he runs a business selling alcohol to places like this, but the strange thing is there are rumours of strange disappearances and they all seem to link with him, his business partner turns up dead, the local competition have slowly been disappearing'

'He could just be a normal un-supernatural killer god forbid that there may actually be some of them out there'

'That's what I thought until I was able to examine one of the bodies'

'Great let me guess fang marks'

'No it was a symbol'

'A symbol like before?' I tried to fight back the panic that was threatening to come out that symbol had led us to the well which then led me to being shot and strangely healed

'No this one was more like a stamp on his body it was a figure of eight with a line through it'

'What does it mean?'

'I'm not sure that's why I need your help'

I sigh and rub my forehead Ranger Gonzalez has saved my life on many occasions but I didn't want to be sucked into this world again

'I can't I was already killed once and for some reason I was bought back if it happens again I don't think I'll be so lucky'

'I know Kate and I feel bad asking you, but you're the only one who I can trust to do this'

'I'm really sorry Ranger Gonzalez but I can't'

'Well if you change your mind I'll be at the diner just down the road tomorrow morning getting breakfast'

I nodded and he took off I really didn't want to risk my life again for no reason but I couldn't help but think that maybe this is what God planned for me all along because I keep on getting sucked back in

I carried on with the rest of my shift in my usual fashion which meant that I poured drinks and cleaned up the spills. Marcia one of the younger girls but still older than me by about 5 years walks over to me

'The boss wants to see you'

I put down the cloth I was using to wipe up spilt beer and knocked on the bosses door

'Come'

'You wanted to see me'

'Yeah Kate you've been working here for 4 months now and I saw that as your settling in period but there are some things you need to change'

'Like what?'

'Like the clothes you wear to work, little miss God fearing doesn't bring in tips'

'You mean you want me to show some arse'

'And some boob'

'If I don't?'

'Then we will have to find someone new to replace you, You can leave your shifts over just remember what I said'

I nod my head and walk out the dimly lit bar I finger the cross around my neck as I make my way to the motel as I walk past the front desk the receptionist stops me

'I have a letter from the owner for the resident of the room 216 which would be you right'

I take the letter and read it as I make my way to the room

Dear Miss Fuller

We are raising the cost of each room which means you are expected to give in an extra $20 a week for your room payment will be taken at the beginning of each week

Sincerely

Mr Cartwright

Great that's all I need I can't afford an extra $20 a week with the tips I'm not getting, I throw my keys down on the table by the window and lie down on my bed staring up at the fan on the ceiling, I really hated living like this and a I really hated my job as well, are these all signs that I should meet Ranger Gonzalez? I mean I'm sure it has nothing to do with the Geckos and my brother. I get bored of staring into nothing so I turn on the T.V and it's a report of a disappearance

There has been another disappearance which would make it the second one is just two weeks alone, the police don't know who is responsible and the man's family have pleaded that if anyone has any information that they please come forward, police fear that it is linked with the 6 disappearances that has happened over the last 4 months

I can't help but stare and the poor women on screen who looks devastated she looks like the wife of the man who has disappeared, it's this women who makes up my mind she reminds me of my mum and if this was my dad who disappeared I would want to know what happened. I pack what few items I own into my back pack and set it on the chair by the table this is going to be the last night I spend in this motel, I can't say I'll miss it.