Private Eye Angel, The Prequel (ePub)

BEING TURNED INTO HUMAN MAKES HIM WORTHLESS

HE HAS TO FIND HIMSELF, AND FIND HIS WORTH

Graeme St. Paul has issues. Big issues. He is turned into human and thrown to their world. He is as disoriented as a swan thrown in mud from a sparkling pond. There is no way out.

But he tries to learn. After a short while of wallowing, he comes out and investigates this world of humans. He observes them—what they like, eat, do, and say. He has to adapt. He is not ready to call himself human, but he needs to survive.

But as he watches, he sees the signs—a smile, a caring hand on another's shoulder, laughter, delicious food, camaraderie, and friendship.

Possibilities.

How can he be not drawn to humans? Riddled now with their every qualities including their faults, how can he avoid to care? When one helpless female is kidnapped and is missed, Graeme finds that he has the power to instinctively know where she is. And his first act of caring is the first step that takes him to finding himself.

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READER ADVISORY: This story contains contents that some reader may find objectionable, including sex and erotic themes.

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EXCERPT
Her name was Marci Hayes. She was 26. She was described as attractive at 5'4" tall and 120 pounds. From her photo, he could see that she had shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes. He observed Marci's image a bit more. Yes, he thought to himself, by human standards, she would look quite lovely.

Would that be why she was taken? From what he knew of humans, they could be desirous of beautiful things.

He went on to read the rest of the newspaper as he was going through his food. But he found that he couldn't help but come back to the story of Marci Hayes. It felt as if he was inexplicably drawn to it. Something akin to a buzz or a hum that started somewhere in the back of his head was growing increasingly apparent as he scanned the news item once more.

He stood up and reached for his wallet. Jocelyn arrived at his table as he was leaving her a generous tip.

"Mind if I take the paper with me?" he asked as she started to clear his plates.

She laughed in response. "For you honey, anything." She straightened up, plates in hand, "It's late and in a couple of hours I'll have the new ones, anyway. Have a good evening!" She winked at him and turned to walk towards the kitchens.

Graeme stared at her back for a moment, frowning a little. Not all humans were as exuberant, he observed. Could it be because he was, as she'd said, handsome, and she liked that? What else do human women liked in human men? Was her lively spirit the reason why he felt he could tolerate her, even like her as a friend?

A human friend. For some reason, as he watched Jocelyn made an elderly couple laugh at another table on the other end of the diner, it didn't seem such a bad idea.

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