"Little Sister!" Russ called to her. "Little Sister, we need to get to the hospital - can't have you dying on me. Hell, I just met ya and I'd miss the pain in the ass that'cha been." Russ started the car and Rhayna, with the quickest motion he'd seen from her all night, turned the car off, snatched the keys from the ignition and dropped them to the floor in front of her. "The fuck you do that for huh? Storytime's over – we need to get you some help."

Rhayna rested her foot over the keys just as Russ had bent down to retrieve them. He looked up and locked eyes with her. He saw the pale brown swirls around the pitch black of her pupils. She rested a hand on the side of his face then leaned in to kiss him softly on the lips.

Her eyes closed as images of his life flashed behind her eyelids. It began first with flashes of his lineage going all the way back to the Genesis and then she saw Russ's birth in an ambulance, the week after his birth his father striking his mother for asking for money to feed them both. When he was 5 years old, a strange man asking Russ if he wanted to sit on his lap and then when he was 10, the same strange man trying to force him behind the church building during Sunday service.

When he was 13 Russ taking his first drink from his mother's liquor cabinet and having his first encounter with marijuana the same night. When he was 19 having a three-some with 2 girls from the church choir, the Pastor's daughters, after his band played a concert at Oaklawn's Homecoming and when he was 21 being busted for knocking over a liquor store in Camden, Ohio because he was out of gas. At the age of 23, Russ married had a kid and drank and did drugs and managed to continue his music career. He'd had dirty dealings with drug dealers and people out to take advantage of him.

At the age of 31 Russ was sent up to Joliet for a 10 year stretch – for outstanding crimes of grand larceny, drugs and attempted murder. In prison – he got clean but fought every day of his life until his release. Russ divorced his wife at the age of 41, due to her unfaithfulness during his time away and 5 years later found him-self doing more time (6 years) in Pevely for accessory to battery and weapons charges. Since his release at the age of 46 he'd been trying his damndest to stay clean, clear and straight- up until three days ago when he'd killed a co-worker on the company parking lot during his 3am shift. He'd had all he could take from the asshole. His attempts at bullying and demeaning him in front of others had gotten out of hand and Russ dealt with him discretely and effectively. She saw Russ strangle the man with his bare hands then stuff him into the trunk of his car to be disposed of later with a swirling black cloud hovering nearby. His past was taking a tremendous toll on his body. She felt his emotional turmoil and the darkness that would often cloud his mind and heart. She now knew Russell Lee Poole intimately.

Russ pulled away from her and sat bolt upright in his seat.

"Wha...", he said out of breath.

He felt a tingling sensation wash over his body, lightheadedness, as if the car had been spinning and tightness of his skin. He caught his breath and reached up to feel his lips and then his face. It felt strange – his touch. He quickly flipped the sun visor down and hit the interior lights so that he could see his reflection in the visor's mirror.

What he saw left him speechless.

His hair spilled just over his shoulders and was jet black, his skin was smoother, the cut across his left cheek he'd gotten in a prison brawl was gone. There were fewer wrinkles, just laugh lines and the hint of crow's feet at his eyes. He raised his hands up to eye level and looked them over, pulling back the sleeves of his jacket. His muscles bulged under his smooth skin bold and strong. His heart thumped in his chest as if it had never tasted the drugs of the 60s or the painkillers and medications of the present. And to his surprise – a full and rigid erection protruded at the front of his pants.

"Oh....My....God...."

Russ reached down to cup his penis in his hands forgetting that there was a woman sitting next to him.

"Oh. My. God!"

He held on to it for fear that it may leave. He tested its strength. He thought of dead puppies, road pizza'd kittens and vaginas with teeth. His boner took him back to his earlier years when just the slightest touch of a woman would set him ablaze and flipping through Playboy Magazines he lifted from the neighborhood newsstand lay ruin to his pants.

"Ho leee shit!" He said in a high pitched squeal.

His voice made the sounds of that of the 30 year old man that he was now, instead of 52 year old man that he had been. He chuckled and laughed at himself in the reflection then looked over at Rhayna to share the good news but paused upon taking her into his sight. Her eyes were low, her body limp from exhaustion and breaths staggered. Her soft little curls lay soaked in the sweat on her face, her plump and supple lips were now dry and rigid. The sound of her voice fell on the air like the weak whisper of wind blowing through the leaves of late fall.

"I thought that would happen." Rhayna inhaled heavily then breathed out, "Son of Samael."