"The most dangerous woman
of all is the one who refuses to
rely on your sword to save her
because she carries her own."
R.H. Sin
2 months or so ago…
He watched the girl across the bar closely. She was unaware of his gaze, her attention on the pool table in front of her. He had been watching her all night as she won game after game, collecting money the various men had offered up as bets. Her sandy blonde hair swished about her bare shoulders, she was playing innocent and he knew it. He knew the kind of person she really was, she's a hunter after all, and watching her play these men like fools had him furious. Women are supposed to look up to men, rely on them to provide, rely on them to protect. Women aren't supposed to act like this, aren't supposed to act as if they are smarter or stronger than a man. If he's learned anything the past few weeks, it's that sometimes a bitch needs to be put in her place.
5 days later
Lexi reaches up and knocks her fist against the wooden door two times and it only takes a few moments for the door to open and Jody to give her a warm smile.
"Lexi," she greets the girl as she quickly wraps one arm around her neck, "Thanks for coming."
"I brought supplies," the younger girl states, holding up a six pack as Jody takes a step back so Lexi can come through the door.
The older woman shuts the door and locks the deadbolt before following her friend to the dining room table. Lexi notices all the files spread out on top of the table.
"Did you call anyone else?" the dark-haired girl questions as she places the beer on the edge of the table and picks up a crime scene photo which shows a blonde-haired woman lying on the ground, mid-twenties, with cuts across her face and arms and one large gash across her neck.
"Donna should be here soon," Jody responds.
"How many?"
"Two so far," the sheriff replies, "The first was Holly Duncan, then Lindsey Stevens. I knew them both."
"I'm sorry," Lexi gives her condolences then twists the top off one of the bottles she brought and passes it to Jody.
The older woman points to another photo on the table, "Both women were tortured, and their throats were slit. That is the only thing they have in common, except for one thing, which no one in either of the Sheriff's departments know: They were both hunters."
"So, we have a monster with a thing for female hunters?" Lexi notes and adds sarcastically, "Awesome."
She looks over the table once more before asking, "How do we know who is supposed to be next?"
"The last one was in Rutland, about an hour north of here, she'd only been hunting a couple of years. Here's all the female hunters I could place who have permanent residences," Jody says, as she pulls out the map which has six push pins stuck into various places: three in North Dakota in a cluster, two in South Dakota, and one in Kansas. All the push pins have names attached to them and Lexi notices the one with her name on it and the cluster of three have Jody, Claire, and Alex's names scribbled on them.
"You think you guys are next?" Lexi questions quietly.
"If he knows we're hunters," she nods her head, "but I sent the girls to visit Patience, I didn't tell them what's going on."
Lexi nods her head in understanding as she takes another sip of her beer.
Later, after Donna's arrived, the three hunters settle into the living room. Jody's in her chair, while Donna has her legs stretched out in front of her on the couch. Lexi sits on the floor leaning back against the front of the couch. All three are eating out of their own ice cream pints and catching up when Lexi's phone begins to vibrate from the coffee table in front of her.
She picks it up quickly and looks at the name on the screen Dean.
"I'll be right back," she says to her friends as she stands up and walks over to the dining area to answer the call.
"Who?" Jody whispers the question to Donna who smirks.
"Dean-o."
"Hey," they both hear Lexi say.
"I can't, I'm at Jody's right now," she continues, "Or I would. Is everything okay…Are you sure? Because you don't sound very sure…okay…okay…I will…talk to you later."
Lexi turns back around and sees both women staring at her intently, "Dean says hi."
"Uh huh," Jody replies waiting for the girl to continue, "and?"
"And that's it," the girl moves back to her seat on the floor.
"It's real late," Donna winks at Jody and leans closer to Lexi and whispers, "Was that a booty call?"
"No," Lexi responds quickly, "We're just friends."
"I'd let him be mine," the blonde responds, and Lexi rolls her eyes with a huff.
"You act like it's a bad thing," Jody begins, "I mean come on, I'm sure we've all thought about it."
"Oh, heck yea," Donna says, "More than once…about both of them actually."
Lexi ponders the statement for a second then looks over to Donna, "Really? Like with both of them together...at once…or…"
"YOLO," the blonde smirks to the dark-headed girl on the floor as Jody laughs loudly.
"I just want to live vicariously through you," Donna continues, then tousles Lexi's dark hair, "My little sexy Lexi."
Lexi stands up from the floor laughing a little, "On that note, it's bedtime. I'll see you two in the morning. We have work to do."
"She was love, she was attitude, she was strength wrapped in beauty.
She was the type of woman who struck fear in the hearts of weak men.
She was the type of woman that only a strong man could adore."
R.H. Sin