A/N: I'm updating fics... daily it seems. I don't really expect anyone to read this, wrote it for someone and now I can't find her so... I'll just keep writing it and when I do I hope I'll have more than a couple chapters to show her.
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Bobby woke up with Rufus far too close to him for his liking. Their noses were practically touching which might sound romantic and cute but Rufus's mouth is wide open and his morning breath is something Bobby seriously can't handle first thing. So he did what any normal person would do… shove Rufus off the bed then get out of bed to get ready for the day. Rufus yelped as he went down but didn't actually complain about the rough treatment, he might be some kind of masochist though. "If you leave this basement you better be ready with some sort of excuse why you're here. My boss is gonna have my ass if he sees you." Bobby growled but Rufus just grinned at him and nodded.
"Sure, sure, I'll think of something. Don't you worry about me," He beamed as though there's nothing to worry about. That just made Bobby worry more. He sighed and walked into the shower. For some reason the old man has a shower in the basement and one upstairs too, he said he got it done to make the house worth more but Bobby doubts it. Maybe he's just been wanting to rent out for a while now.
Bobby brought his clothes into the shower with him and made sure to make it quick. He really doesn't know anything about Rufus and doesn't really want to give him much time by himself, but if he's not out and ready in ten minutes then his boss is going to tan his hide… the old man has kind of taken over for Bobby's dad for a while now. He doesn't ask questions and Bobby doesn't talk about it. But his boss is pretty much his surrogate father anyhow.
When Bobby was out and ready, Rufus was playing with a pocket knife looking entertained but dangerous. His eyes were bright but he was a bit too good about swinging that thing around. The guy stole a car, he's probably dangerous, but here Bobby is letting Rufus crash with him until the cops are off his tail. It's ridiculous. He should have asked for more money…
"So you going to fix up some cars?" Rufus asked with a smile to light up the world. He really needs to stop doing that; it makes Bobby feel obligated to care about the son of a bitch.
"Kind of my job description," He shrugged and started to head upstairs, before he could get very far, Rufus grabbed his by the wrist tightly, his hold a bit too strong and adding to the danger that Bobby sensed from the moment he met him.
"Be careful out there."
Bobby didn't say anything, he just pulled his arm free then continued up the stairs, trying to control his screwed to hell heart and focus on the job at hand. It was easy actually, forgetting that Rufus exists and working on the cars instead. There's always a cooler outside with sandwiches and beer in case Bobby needs it, just something the old man does occasionally but never admits to. It's fine though, because Bobby never asks about it, but he does make sure to clean out the cooler and any other dishes in the house along with some other odd chores. Bobby doesn't talk about that either and the old man hasn't mentioned it once. So this weird relationship they have works just fine. Bobby gets half his earnings for the month and the rest goes to groceries and paying the bills. Apparently it's enough even though Bobby knows it shouldn't be.
He stuffed a tuna sandwich in his mouth and immediately checked out the latest pile of rust that he hasn't gotten the chance to look at just yet. He has three or four cars left to do then he'll be done until someone else shows up with another piece of shit vehicle. Instead of buying good cars that'll last a while, idjits just by lemons and give the mechanics a fortune, or even worse… they'll buy a good car and fuck it to hell because they didn't look and the fucking manual. Either way, Bobby hates most of his clients because of that. One day he is going to just shoot any dumbass who comes onto his property then tell the cops he thought his customer was a squirrel. It won't work but he'll try it anyway.
The sun was just coming up over the horizon but there was still a few minutes before any light will really shine over in Bobby's area he needs to get to. Flipping a switch he got all the lanterns in the area to light up which is a good fifteen, and in this dump of a garage, it's not even enough. There are lemons stacked a mile high. Well… pretty damn high if not a mile. Right when he took a step to head towards the pile of rust, he was instantly grabbed from behind and held tightly with something sharp and small digging into his neck. "Where's Rufus? I'm sure you know where he is… you stink of him." A man with a lisp whispered against his neck and began to prick him with whatever the hell he had against his neck.
The guy's holding Bobby with both of his arms, one is gripping him tightly with his arm pressed roughly against his collar and the other hand is holding both of Bobby's behind his back so it has to be teeth but what in God's name has this man done to them? They're like needles or something… "I don't know what you're talking about, you piece of shit." Bobby spat. This should scare him shitless but Bobby has already seen something much more horrifying than this so he's done. If this thing is gonna kill him then it might as well do it now. Bobby's lived his life, sixteen years of it, and he helped one person. It's good enough for him. Although Rufus might actually count as the second person Bobby's ever helped.
"What the hell are you doing, Bobby? I thought I told you to be careful, man!" Rufus cried making Bobby glance over and see the black man running towards him with a machete. Oh God help him his life is seriously fucked. The guy holding him paused, as though mesmerized in watching Rufus run towards him. The guy is gangly and weird wearing three layers and obviously drenched in sweat for some reason or another. It's not hot, it's not scary, it's just weird as hell and now the guy holding him is starting to get a hold of what's going on but before he could really do or say anything, Bobby quickly ducked down to the ground, the force of it hitting his jaw weird so it started to throb on the left side but he doesn't give a damn about that.
He really doesn't give a damn when he sees what the hell was holding him. The man is black like Rufus, same dark skin, but his mouth is full of two layers of teeth, one if human looking and the other… it's like a shark. All pointy and ready to rip out anything it can just for the hell of it. Bobby's eyes widened but he didn't utter a sound, even as Rufus and the monster went head to head. It didn't take long for Rufus to cut its head off letting the thing roll on the ground like a dropped ball. "Bury it or burn it?" He asked motioning towards the body. Rufus just grinned.
"Burn it, as long as your boss doesn't mind." Bobby pulled out his watch and then nodded.
"He'll be sleeping again right about now. He just makes sure I'm up and then goes back to sleep, probably already has a cooler of beer in his room so he won't have to go far when he wakes up." It's not a bad life for him to live; he certainly seems to be enjoying it.
"So let's go burn the body and probably the blood. I'll take care of the vampire and you take care of this area here, don't want the cops showing up." Rufus said with his eyes wide and kind of crazy but Bobby doesn't mind so much. The guy just killed a vampire and saved Bobby's life, he really has no room to find faults. Rufus picked up the body and head like it's no big deal but by the reckless way he's carrying it… Bobby is going to have to follow the path of blood later and clean it all up. He's making a mess like he doesn't even care that Bobby will be the one who has to clean it.
All he really needs is a hose but it's locked in the shed out back so it'll be a while going back and forth but he needs to do this before anyone comes by to either drop off a shit car or to pick one up. The task itself didn't take much effort and for the most part he didn't question his eyes. So vampires don't just have two fangs and can be killed by decapitation, it's an interesting fact that Bobby really didn't want to learn but he'll handle it. If vampires exist then maybe other things exist too. Bobby's not an idiot. He wants to know what's been missing. He needs to know.
And it's not just because his latest creeper just saved his life fighting one.
If these things exist then what the hell is Bobby doing here? Sure, the old man needs him but… he could be saving lives. Right as he grabbed the hose, a hand came over his eyes making him freeze, body completely tense. His first thoughts were that Rufus could be in some deep shit if there's more than one, but then… it's warm. The vampire that had held him earlier felt cold, not warm. "Whatever you were thinking before I showed up… just stop Bobby. I don't need you trying to change your life because of this." Rufus said softly into his ear, as if this is going to make everything shit rainbows and daisies.
"Yeah, like I can really ignore everything I just saw because an overgrown black man with crazy eyes is telling me to shut and live a quiet life like a good boy." Sarcasm is pretty much Bobby's main defense right now. He can't think straight, not with Rufus holding him like this.
"Damn right you will. Fuck Bobby… this isn't the kind of life you want. People die out there all the time. You can't save everybody." Rufus cried and let Bobby go so abruptly he almost fell over. But then Rufus was there again, gripping his arm to steady him.
"Rufus… I've only saved one person in my entire life. And she will never thank me for it. She will never be okay with what I did. I think I can handle it. People die… and I want to help stop that from happening, at least in taking down monsters." Bobby growled, not bothering to turn around and see Rufus's face. He's a bastard. Bobby should have known better.
"When you're eighteen I'll take you out hunting with me, but not until then. You should probably get ready Bobby; I'll be teaching you everything you need to know in the next two years." Rufus grinned; Bobby only knows he was grinning like an idiot because he had spun around in shock.
"Can I help you until then? Maybe do some research or something?" He asked quickly.
"Yeah… you just need to collect some books and maybe play superior for me if I fake being a cop." Bobby really doesn't like the sound of that, but he just shrugged his shoulders.
"I know how to make a landline untraceable, and the old man won't care if I get a couple phones."
This might work.
