I am back!

A year without writing, a year that I struggled with everything. I have been very sick, and it is a miracle I am alive now. But I am, I am alive and I am writing again. Bless this day, for I thought it would never come.

I hope you enjoy this short bit - I hope I can keep on writing now.

Part IV: Streamline

Chapter: Help

Six months.

Six months Myers had spent chasing ghosts and ending up with nothing more than what he had left with. Vampire dust on his hands, darkness in his soul and no more leads to chase.

Weeks he had spent in Uganda, after hearing rumors about a goddess that had a taste for blood, but it had turned out to be nothing more than a local witch. Two months he had wasted in Tokyo, Osaka and Kyoto, following a trail of slaughtered young men, but it annoyingly been just an ordinary serial killer. Three weeks in Paris, hunting down a pack of vampires, and after all that trouble, none of them had known a thing about the Goddess who had wanted Margot dead.

And of course Mexico. That's where Myers had spent the most of this past six months. After all, that was the original home of the Goddess, that was where she had first ruled thousands of years ago, and that was where she had been reborn.

But nothing. He had been able to find nothing that could lead him to Margot's killer, nothing that would tell him who had resurrected the Goddess, where and when had it happened and most importantly, where was that immortal bitch now and how could Myers waste her - this time for good.

He had spent a night at Teotihuacan. Walked down the stairs under the Pyramid of the Moon, down the tunnels until he had reached that wretched chamber where Beatrix Connelly had held him prisoner twenty years ago. He had sat down there, leaning his wall to the same stone pillar he had been tied down back then, staring at the spot where Connelly had performed the ritual to awaken the Goddess - but the chamber had been empty and dead, silent as a grave that it was, filled with shadows and darkness, and memories that ripped Myers' heart to pieces, but nothing more.

Nothing more.

If it truly was the Goddess who had ordered to kill Margot, she was doing a kick ass job at hiding. Not at all her style, thought Myers. The last time she had hardly tried to hide the murderous path she had been on, living on the penthouse suites and wearing gold and diamonds. Though, that had lead to BPRD finding her rather quickly, and ripping the heart out of her vessel - which had probably been the first time for her. So maybe she had learnt from her mistakes.

Or maybe Myers was chasing ghosts, and it hadn't been the Goddess at all who had ordered Margot's murder. Maybe the vampire Lucien had lied. Vampires weren't exactly ones to be known for their honesty.

Myers cursed out loud and laid his head to his hands.

His face was unshaven, and he knew he should have taken a shower this morning, but he hadn't - and actually he hadn't done that the day before either. His shirt was wrinkled, there were stains of dust and worse stuff on the sleeves of his jacket and cuts and bruises on his hands. He felt like a wreck, and knew that he looked like that too. A long sigh left his lips, as he grabbed the bottle of beer and brought it to his lips.

Drinking didn't make things better, but at least it made him fall asleep a bit easier. Without boos or drugs it was all but impossible, for all he could see when he closed his eyes, was -

Don't think about that! Don't think about her. She's gone and she's never coming back.

But that was useless. He thought about Margot all the time, no matter how hard he tried not to. There wasn't enough beer in the world to erase her image from his mind.

He emptied his bottle, and raised a hand to signal the bartender.

"Another one?" The bald man behind the counter asked.

Myers gave a tired nod. "Yeah, please. One more."

"Alright." The bottle appeared on the counter, the empty one was removed. "A hard day at the office?"

"A hard six months at the office." Myers muttered. He really wasn't on the mood for a chit chat - he never was now days. Margot had always been the one good at that, not him, and now without her, everything was a struggle. Even ordering a bottle of beer.

"Sorry to hear that." the man answered. "Just let me know if you want something else."

"Sure, thanks." Myers muttered, and grabbed the bottle. He knew he probably should eat something, but he was just too tired to even think about food. He had arrived to London just this morning, and was still jetlagged as fuck.

Just then his phone made a sound.

Myers flipped the phone around and opened it. Great. It was Kat (again).

"Myers you still alive?"

Myers rolled his eyes and gave a sigh. This had been a repeating pattern for the past few months. Kat sending him these text to check up on him.

"Yes." he texted back.

Only a couple of seconds later the phone buzzed again.

"Cool. When are you coming home?"

Myers bit his lip and put the phone back down, took a sip of his beer.

Kat had asked that question of him multiple times these past weeks, and he still had no answer for her. But he knew better than to not answer Katharine Wagner. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the phone again, and started typing.

"Is BPRD on fire?"

Kat answered almost immediately.

"It might be! Come home kid, this has been fun (NOT), but enough is enough."

"Any leads on Margot's killer?" Myers wrote. That was the only thing he wanted to know. The only reason he had given his new phone number to BPRD a few months ago - something he now regretted more than a little.

"I would have told you if there were."

Myers gave a sigh and turned off his phone. He really, really wasn't on the mood. He had become to London for a reason, and it wasn't to argue with Kat over pointless things. He had come to London, for these past six months had though him that this was a task that was bigger than one man.

There was no way he was able to solve this case alone. And yet, there was no way he was ready to return to BPRD - if he ever would be.

He needed help.