Author's Note: Okay, this is my one of my two first attempts at writing a full-length novel (I'm writing two stories simultaneously). As such, if you read, PLEASE review, and tell me what I should improve. Constructive criticism is accepted, as I know that my writing skills are not exactly wonderful. Anyhow, thanks for reading this, and PLEASE review, as well as check out my other stories. I need all the help I can get. Also, more concerning the story itself…. Though there are references, dialogues, and characters that pertain to the Christian religion, my story has no religious themes. The only reason they are there is because of the setting. Therefore, I am not writing a story with religious/spiritual overtones. I'm writing a supernatural story where you fight demons and priests gone bad. Good old supernatural stuff. Ok?

Prologue

Moira walked down the street, happy to have left the crowded tube station behind her. Though the underground was the only way she could get around the city, Moira hated every minute on it. The packed and dirty trains, the gloomy and always busy stations, full of people pushing and shoving each other out of the way. Moira detested the underground with every fiber of her being, and always thought of it as the network of trains that went to Hell.

Moira took the tube to school everyday.

David, on the other hand, liked it. One of his favorite pastimes was to ride the trains late at night, traveling through the Underground and stopping at every station. "It's so interesting," he would always say. "All the most fascinating people are down there, they really are." But then again, David liked to wander around London at night and talk to the homeless people, and occasionally take them out to dinner.

David was her best friend, and Moira loved hanging out with him, but sometimes it was a little to weird for her. David's idea of fun would be sneaking into abandoned buildings and looking at all the old things still there. He enjoyed hiding in public places until after hours and then wander around when everyone left. David had been caught doing this several times in the British Museum, and legally wasn't allowed to go there anymore, though he did.

When he wasn't wandering around the City, both above in below, waltzing into unsteady buildings and talking to people that were just as likely to mug him as greet him, David read. Really weird things, too. Ghosts, demons, angels and devils always fascinated him, and nothing could satisfy his curiosity about them.

Though Moira occasionally liked to sneak into buildings, she hated talking to people she didn't know, and she despised reading. She liked to do normal things, things like listening to music, watching TV and going to fast food restaurants. Normal things every average high school kid did, not the weird things David enjoyed. Moira couldn't understand the fascination David had for abnormal things.

Moira turned the corner onto Comptree Lane. Hearing the beeping of car horns in the distance, she turned up the volume on her headphones. Sometimes she wondered why she was even friends with David, much less best ones. They were completely different people with completely different lives. David was living in a foster home with five other children and a foster mother who completely ignored him. Though he had no money, no good things, and his clothes were almost always old hand-me-downs from past foster children, David got the best grades, never getting anything below and A. He spent as much time from home as possible, simply because he knew he wasn't really wanted and he wasn't exactly missed. David did the things he did to escape his foster mother, and when he wandered around the dark London streets he could forget for a while his bad life.

Moira on the other hand, was totally different. She lived in good neighborhood in Islington, belonging to a middle class family who loved her. She was the only child, had no lack of allowance, and always had the newest movies, CD's and clothes. She got average grades (mostly C's and a occasionally a few B's) and stayed at home a lot simply because she liked lounging around the house and knew she was lucky that she, unlike David, had a good home life.

Moira had long ago come to the conclusion that she and David were friends exactly because they were so different. She liked to hear about his escapades and enjoyed listening to them- though she'd never admit it. Moira also thought that if her life had been different, she might have been like David, and she admired him a lot. Also another thing she would never admit. I admire David a lot more then I let him think, she thought as she turned into her small yard. He makes me feel like everyone can survive the impossible; they just have to try.

Moira reached the door to house. Shifting her school bag, she fumbled around for her set of keys. Finally fishing them out of her pocket, she selected the right one and jammed it into the lock. Flinging open her door, she pulled off her headphones and walked in. Moira slammed the door behind her and, kicking off her shoes, threw her backpack onto the couch that sat serenely in the middle of her mother's white living room.

She twirled through the living room into the kitchen, humming all the way. Spinning around, she opened the fridge to look at its contents. She grabbed a coke from the shelf inside and kicked the door closed. Grabbing a bag of potato chips from the counter, she ran back into the living room and jumped onto the couch, landing neatly beside her backpack.

She was just about to start on her schoolwork when the phone rang. Reaching across the end table, Moira grabbed the phone off the hook and put to her ear.

"Hello?" she asked, her mouth full of chips.

"Hey Moira," said the male voice on the other end of the line.

She smiled. "Hi David!" she greeted, slurping her coke. "What's up? You usually

don't call this early after school."

"Well, there was an incident at the station you get off on." David explained. "Some people got hurt. It's all over the news. I just wanted to make sure you weren't in it."

Moira slumped back into her couch cushions. "Really? Oh my god." She paused for a second. "What happened?"

"Something bounded through the Angel and clawed all these people up. I guess it was really gory. Some people think it was an animal, but others say that that's not possible. Either way, the thing split after tearing a couple people to shreds. Ran out of the Station and disappeared, so the news said." He abruptly changed the subject. "Hey, are we still on for tonight?"

Moira laughed. "Of course! I can never pass up a good ghost movie, they're my favorites!" She shifted and switched the phone to her other ear. "Plus, dragging you to movies is fun! And if whatever hurt all those people on the Angel shows up, we can bring it along and buy him some popcorn!" They both laughed.

Moira suddenly heard shouting in the background at David's end. "Uh.... Moira, I gotta go." David's voice came back on the line. "Her Majesty the Queen needs to use the phone," he said, referring to his foster mother.

"Okay Dave," Moira knew that he would get in trouble for keeping her waiting. "I'll see ya later okay?"

"Alright, bye." David hung up.

Moira hung the phone up and opened her bag. Pulling out her algebra homework, she flipped the pages of her book aimlessly until she reached the section she had been assigned. Suddenly feeling lonely, she grabbed the remote off the end table. Moira could never be alone at home without something on; either the stereo or TV had to be playing loudly. Otherwise, the quiet got to her and drove her crazy. Moira looked down at the remote and sighed. I wish David could be here instead of at the mercy of that bitch, she thought. She felt like she should worry about him, and she did, but there was nothing she could do. David had told her countless times that he was fine, but Moira always knew he was lying.

Well, I can't do anything, she thought. So I won't worry about it. At least not right now. Maybe if she was lucky, something good would be on TV.

She turned on the TV with a loud click, and went back to her homework.