Avalon Laffay groaned as she rolled over to slince the alarm on her nightstand. She'd been having the best dream, a boring dream perhaps, but a nice one. Of sunshine and peace. Reality though came back with a crash as she opened her eyes to the bedroom of her apartment. The room was small, it's walls lined with white paint and the dawn light blocked by heavy navy curtains. It had little in the way of furnishings - a set of wooden drawers, a matching side table, the bed with its white sheets and blue duvet. A silvery grey throw sprawled across the grey carpet where it had been kicked off during the warm night. A pedestal fan whirred in the corner near the foot of her bed doing its best to cool and stir the warm air. A cursory glance around the room would find it lonely. The surfaces were almost all bare, even of dust, apart from doilies of lace that covered them to stop them from being scratched fromt he few items that laid upon them. A novel, a plugged in phone, and a lamp were on the nightstand whilst a Bible, a dagger, and a sheathed sword lay on the dresser. Amendment, it looked as though a serial killer lived here. 

Pack lightly and be ready to leave at all times had been drilled into her from birth, and was not a habit easily broken. When one kills demons for a living, getting in the way of their objectives, one must assume that 'ere long one will track you down to your home to get you out of the way. Avalon stretched and kicked off the blanket, yawning her way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

A wee while later Avalon was ready to go. Shoulder length raven curls tied up in a smart ponytail, the scrunched holding it decorated with a faux bow ribbon. A blue cotton polo shirt was worn loose over wide legged cotton shorts. The breat pocket had an embroidered sword surounded by a halo on it, and the shorts had wide legs with deep pockets to conceal an armoury of weapons. The dagger in its thigh Sheahan concealed by the shorts leg, with the pocket having a hole in it to be drawn through. The other pocket took a couple of vials of holy water and her phone, and she tucked a second dagger into a sheath in the small of her back by her waistband. A gym bag made for hockey concealed the sword for all but the handle, and the gem that would help her locate the demons in his realm. If one looked closely the bag had a symbol of a sword with angel wings behind it, within the borders of a shield.  

The rest of her apartment looked the same as the bedroom.  White walls, navy curtains. The fridge had some local take out menus and not much else. She stepped into some sensible but pretty sneakers before she stepped out into the world at large, locking the front door and placing a line of salt under it. You can never be too careful. 

She opened her phone as she started walking. Coffee and breakfast from her favourite was the first order of the day, and the first move her mother would admonish her for. Routine mad you lazy and dead, the voice echoed in her mind but today was just that kind of day where you needed your favourites. Some instinct in her just knew this. "Instinct is the gift God gave us," she muttered under her breath back to her mother - albeit just the ghost of her imagination.

The walk from her apartment wasn't long, but the day apparently was getting started with or without coffee in her system. She rounded the corner to see a girl start seizing, falling directly to the pavement, with another guy booking it away from her and dragged into a car. With a cry Avalon rushed over to the girl, trying to get the attention of someone. Anyone. "Help, someone!" She shouted, "Someon call 999... sorry 911!" She screamed trying to get anyone's attention. Fumbling her own phone out of her pocket she went to call them herself when it lit up and alarmed like a top tier security system. 

That alert would only mean top brass was in trouble. "Shit!" She swore fiercely to herself. She looked at her phone, the co-ordinates were literally just around the corner from her - Jasmine, the prophet. "Shit, shit, Satan and witchcraft" she swore again. She thrust her phone back into her pocket and tried to drag the girl out of the thoroughfare at least and against a wall. The only good thing about it was that Mistreaver was blissfully dull. "I'm sorry I have to leave you, but I'll come back for you I swear. And until then may God bless you and keep you safe from harm." Then she took off at a sprint around the corner, gym bag bouncing against her back. She all but skidded to a halt as she approached the scene. Jasmine faced off against a girl, Bruno and a body guard - Rufus. She'd seen him around HQ a lot, he was always nice to the new recruits. And very handy at repairing the coffee machines that kept the Knights going. 

The gem in Mistreaver's hilt began to glow, the girl must be a demon-possessed. She palmer a vial of holy water in one hand, and the hilt of her pocket dagger with the other. She gave Rufus the Nod, to say she was ready, making sure to stand in a way that kept the demon-possessed between them but so he could see the emblem on the bag. She dared not speak the Knight's Geeting aloud, incase the demon picked up on it and escaped. She hoped it was enough. She prayed she was enough.