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snorts derisively. “I can follow a trail colder’n a witch’s teat—even through social media. I ain’t that old. I couldn’t rightly say what it is, exactly. But I do know I been doin’ this a long time, and it smells like a bigger storm than you predict. I’m sayin’ this now outta concern, but maybe you girls should leave this one to someone who can lift a little heavier.”
That really gets to me. Sorry folks, we’re closed. No more fucks to give.
“Hey, how ‘bout you let us decide what exactly our fightin’ class is, huh? This isn’t our first match, Gregor. We’re not fuckin’ amateurs.”
“I wasn’t sayin’ you were. You did good work with those ghuls , I hear. I’m not tryin’ to take that from you. Just sayin’ this isn’t a pack of ghuls , is all.”
“Do you know what it is, or not?” I ask, gritting my teeth in a last ditch attempt to check my temper.
He clenches his jaw and purses his lips. “No.” He finally grinds out.
“Well then, I appreciate the warning. We’ll be extra careful when we find these sons of bitches and send ‘em howling back to whatever weirding will claim ‘em. Thanks for comin’ out.”
He looks ominously at me, and even as I walk away I prepare to have to deflect a swing, either physically or verbally. Most people don’t talk to Gregor like that. I definitely should not talk to Gregor like that. But more importantly, he shouldn’t talk to me like that.
“Well then, take care now, Summer. An’ watch out for that pretty little sister of yours.”
He hops back into the cab of his truck and splits before I can think what to say to that. Was he trying to be civil? Or is he threatening us? It’s hard to tell with stoic types like him. Either way, when I grow up, I’m gonna be big enough to beat it out of him.
Mad, I walk back in, looking for Lia. I would like to rant for a second, and she should hear what he said in case she can glean anything else from it. I look at her keg. Someone else is on it. I scan the bar area: no Lia. My earring is vaguely warm. I check the kitchen, the alleyway behind it, and the bathrooms. The increasingly familiar feeling that maybe this is really it, I’ve finally lost her rises uncomfortably as I approach hysteria.
“You seen Lia?” I ask Maggie and a few of the other girls. Nada. I am in full on panic mode, with five minutes left of my break.
“Hey, Steve? Where’s Lia?” I ask in desperation.
“She went on break a few minutes ago. Think she headed towards the front door.”
My eyes scan the darkened recesses closest to the door. There. I see her. Relief washes over me for a second, until the earring starts rapidly heating up. My breath catches in my chest when I see who else is with her. I begin power-walking to her as if drawn by a magnet.
His hair is blonde today, and long, tied back in a messy braid. But the body is unforgettable. The fucking monster is chatting up my sister.
I grab a towel from a passing busboy and take off a few rings that comprise most of the materials that monsters detest. I put them back on over the towel, so that I have a makeshift glove held on crudely by my rings. And then I sock the thing in the face as it leans in to my little sister. I follow through the hit, bum rushing it up against the wall.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growl at it. Its hands go up and Lia slumps forward, like she’s broken free of a trance as soon as the monster’s fingers leave her hand.
“Whoa, hey, lady, we’re just talking,” the thing says, flinching away from my monster shock glove.
“What are you? Why are you here?” Ophelia is slowly recovering from the effect of his toxin, for which I send a silent prayer of thanks. I came in time. Thinking about the alternative makes me angrier, and I grab its arm tightly with my protected hand. A quick look at
That really gets to me. Sorry folks, we’re closed. No more fucks to give.
“Hey, how ‘bout you let us decide what exactly our fightin’ class is, huh? This isn’t our first match, Gregor. We’re not fuckin’ amateurs.”
“I wasn’t sayin’ you were. You did good work with those ghuls , I hear. I’m not tryin’ to take that from you. Just sayin’ this isn’t a pack of ghuls , is all.”
“Do you know what it is, or not?” I ask, gritting my teeth in a last ditch attempt to check my temper.
He clenches his jaw and purses his lips. “No.” He finally grinds out.
“Well then, I appreciate the warning. We’ll be extra careful when we find these sons of bitches and send ‘em howling back to whatever weirding will claim ‘em. Thanks for comin’ out.”
He looks ominously at me, and even as I walk away I prepare to have to deflect a swing, either physically or verbally. Most people don’t talk to Gregor like that. I definitely should not talk to Gregor like that. But more importantly, he shouldn’t talk to me like that.
“Well then, take care now, Summer. An’ watch out for that pretty little sister of yours.”
He hops back into the cab of his truck and splits before I can think what to say to that. Was he trying to be civil? Or is he threatening us? It’s hard to tell with stoic types like him. Either way, when I grow up, I’m gonna be big enough to beat it out of him.
Mad, I walk back in, looking for Lia. I would like to rant for a second, and she should hear what he said in case she can glean anything else from it. I look at her keg. Someone else is on it. I scan the bar area: no Lia. My earring is vaguely warm. I check the kitchen, the alleyway behind it, and the bathrooms. The increasingly familiar feeling that maybe this is really it, I’ve finally lost her rises uncomfortably as I approach hysteria.
“You seen Lia?” I ask Maggie and a few of the other girls. Nada. I am in full on panic mode, with five minutes left of my break.
“Hey, Steve? Where’s Lia?” I ask in desperation.
“She went on break a few minutes ago. Think she headed towards the front door.”
My eyes scan the darkened recesses closest to the door. There. I see her. Relief washes over me for a second, until the earring starts rapidly heating up. My breath catches in my chest when I see who else is with her. I begin power-walking to her as if drawn by a magnet.
His hair is blonde today, and long, tied back in a messy braid. But the body is unforgettable. The fucking monster is chatting up my sister.
I grab a towel from a passing busboy and take off a few rings that comprise most of the materials that monsters detest. I put them back on over the towel, so that I have a makeshift glove held on crudely by my rings. And then I sock the thing in the face as it leans in to my little sister. I follow through the hit, bum rushing it up against the wall.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growl at it. Its hands go up and Lia slumps forward, like she’s broken free of a trance as soon as the monster’s fingers leave her hand.
“Whoa, hey, lady, we’re just talking,” the thing says, flinching away from my monster shock glove.
“What are you? Why are you here?” Ophelia is slowly recovering from the effect of his toxin, for which I send a silent prayer of thanks. I came in time. Thinking about the alternative makes me angrier, and I grab its arm tightly with my protected hand. A quick look at
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