Last Call
"How did you know?" I asked, not sure I wanted the answer. I thought I had been careful. I thought she was just a small town bartender, a hot bartender, but still a civilian. The way she hurt that demon and healed his wound, no doubt about it she was something supernatural. The only thing to figure out if she was dangerous.
"I can sense the corruption of demons and I purified a portion of that corruption," the girl replied.
"Purifying demons! Never heard of that kind of power," I exclaimed.
"It's just something I could always do, but I can't totally purify a demon," the girl quickly explained "If I tried I think it would kill me."
"And the healing of my wound?" I asked.
"That's something I have been able to do since I was young," the girl smiled.
I took the shot of the whiskey she offered me and let the burn settle down my throat, trying to take in what I learned. She promptly filled my glass and one for herself, but instead of drinking she just stared at me.
"Listen, I get it. You think I'm like one of those evil bastards," she took a shot and continued "I do not know why I can do these things, but I'm just trying use this gift or curse to help people."
My hunter instincts were warning me to be careful, but the look in her eyes told me she was being genuine. Son of Bitch, I'm a sucker for a pretty face,I thought, hopefully it won't be my death.
"I think we are going to need so more liquor," I said "By the way, I'm Dean."
"I'm Serenity," she said with a warm smile and another bottle of Jack Daniels.