Jesse's younger sister comes into the picture, putting a spin on the plot as we know it. Starts during the time line of first season, following loosely. CassidyxOC TulipxJesse
This fan fiction takes place around the time Cassidy's the middle man between DeBlanc & Fiore and Jesse. Tulip knows Cassidy's a vampire, but Jesse doesn't yet.
She walked up to the noisy bar, pulling the heavy wood door open. Upon her entry, she was greeted by everyone's glance, along with a wave of body heat and booze. The twangy music continued as the chatter of people diminished.
Seeing a new face was one of the most interesting things that could happen to the people of Annville.
As she searched each pair of eyes, she realized none of them were the ones she was looking for, "Has anyone seen Jesse Custer?" She asked aloud. No one responded, as they turned back to each other, the chatter getting louder again. Walking towards the bartender, she let out a sigh, "Excuse me," She said with her voice raised over the chatter and music, "Have you happened to see Jesse Custer around here recently?"
The bartender was drying out a glass as he raised his eyebrows, "Preacher Custer?" She mirrored him, raising her eyebrows back, "Preacher?" She repeated in question. He nodded. She breathed in, "Have you seen him?" The bartender shook his head, "Sorry darlin', haven't seen him around tonight."
"Alright," She slapped a hand on the counter, pressing her lips together and turning away, "Thanks for nothing." She mumbled bitterly.
As she marched towards the door, the heels of her shoes clacked against the wood floor. With heavy frustration she pushed open the door to leave.
"I can help y'find 'im." A voice pulled her attention as she stopped in her steady momentum. She rocked back on her leg behind her, looking towards the stranger, a man sitting at a table beside the door. His grip around the neck of a tall bottle of dark liquid, and his one leg crossed over the other, resting up on the seat in front of him on the other side of the table.
The fact he was wearing sunglasses both inside and at night was a sure sign not to take the stranger too seriously.
She dropped her shoulders, not confident, but desperate, "Where is he?" She hadn't let go of the door, holding it open for convenient escape.
"Oh c'mon," He coaxed in his foreign accent, "Awfully bold of you t'just cut to the chase like that. Fancy a sit down n'have a drink?" He lowered his head, peaking his eyes over his sunglasses frames, before throwing his head back to take a swig out of the bottle in his grip.
"Not much of a drinker," She said shortly, her eyes scanning the bar, "Are you tell me where to find him or not?"
"Just havin' a little fun s'all." His eyebrows rose over his sunglasses as he sat up straight, "Have y'ever t'ought lookin' fer a preacher in a bar may not be d'best place?"
Reaching past her limit of patience, she gave up, "Thanks for the helpful insight." She said sarcastically as she pushed herself through the door she had held open for the easy exit she anticipated she would need. At the same time, behind her in the bar, she heard a chair screech against the wood floor as she was quickly followed by the stranger.
At first she was cautious, stopping in her tracks and turning to him defensively, unsure what to expect. He smiled at her, "Well perfect, cause I'm gonna head on too, then." He said, throwing his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders.
Despite his devilish grin, she didn't feel as threatened by him as she at first thought she should be.
She pulled her eyes away and continued her brisk march, trying to catch a lead on him and hoping he would lose interest. When she reached her vehicle, the strange man whistled, "Quite the whip y'got y'self, love." He said, glancing at the dark SUV, sticking out like a sore thumb in the small gravel parking lot of the town's local watering hole.
She didn't give anything back to him other than a side glance, hopping into her vehicle and closing the door.
Rolling down the window, she looked at the stranger one last time, "If you see Jesse Custer, would you tell him his sister is looking for him?" She turned to her right as she began to back up.
"Wait!" The stranger yelled, extending out his arms in front of him and holding his hands out as he skidded towards her vehicle, "His sister?" She stopped once again and turned back to him, nodding once.
He tilted his head down to peak the tops of his eyes over his sunglasses, "Seriously?"
With a scoff, she turned away from him, "You're wasting my time," She spat, beginning to back up again.
"Just testin' the waters! Can't trust anyone 'round here as it turns out." He growled, following her path as she continued to reverse, "But if it's true what ya say, and you're Jesse's sis. I can take ya to 'im."
She braked, skidding against the dirt and looked to him again.
"Seriously?" She asked, mocking his tone.
He nodded, "Seriously!" He said enthusiastically.
Staring at him, trying her best to see his eyes again, but it was useless past the shades he wore.
Following her gut instinct, she sighed heavily, "Get in."