Chapter Two: Nevada Slayers

Scar reached out and the claws of the nightmare slid between her fingers where they couldn't do any harm. The thing growled and started to swipe at her with the other hand but I slammed my katana into it's skull. The thing howled one last time before whatever life it had left it's body.

"Why are they after you?" I asked frustrated that my sword wasn't coming out of the skull very easily. I wrenched it and finally it pulled out.

"How am I supposed to know? They've always come after me once I got older," she grumbled back at me.

"Then they're probably after your power or something," I said and slammed my sword into the other one that had been on the ground and that had finally lunged. He burst into flames as soon as my sword touched his fur.

I pulled my sword out of it's chest and the others on the roof started to jump down. There were five and they all came barrelling towards us at the same time. Scar was staring at something on the ground and glanced up at them.

"Get off the ground," she spat.

I listened to her despite the fact I didn't even know what she was planning to do. I jetted and hovered two feet off the ground. Scar's energy skyrocketed again. I guess her control over electrical energy caused her own energy to fluctuate much more than mine. The five nightmares suddenly spazzed out and I saw sparks arcing up to them from the ground. The entire alleyway had a thin layer of water that I hadn't noticed earlier and it was carrying her charge. I waited until the things had stopped writhing to land and when I did my hair stood in end. Frustrated, I smoothed it down before glancing over at Scar who looked very tired and exhausted.

The last three on the roof jumped down and she managed to throw a grenade that one of them caught in it's mouth and crushed it. Sparks fizzled before whatever else had been inside it ignited and the thing howled with flames burning up it's muzzle. It swatted at them while the other two continued forward. I swung my sword and cut an arm clean off but the other one passed by me without so much as a scratch.

Scar screamed in agony as it's claws dug deep into her side. It opened it's jaws and went for her throat but got a mouthful of her arm instead. It's teeth and claws were deep into her flesh and she barely managed to hold it off. My sword came down and sliced straight through it's skull and down through the rest of it's body. It fell apart and Scar let her weight lean against the wall. She slid down and I saw her leave a trail of blood everywhere she touched.

I had to finish this ASAP so she didn't bleed to death. I swung my sword and an arc of fire flew threw the air to torch both the remaining nightmare's ugly asses. I turned around and expected the two that had been standing back at the entrance to the alley to come flying at me. Instead they hesitated then ran. Fucking cowards.

I sheathed the sword and took a couple fast steps to where Scar was on the ground. I noticed she had her fingers over the cuts from where the demon had clawed her side and when she moved her hand I could see the cuts were burnt and clotted from heat.

"Are you gonna be okay?" I asked her before I offered help since she seemed to be able to address her own wounds.

She nodded and started to try and stand only to have her foot slip in her own blood that had mixed with the water. I offered her a hand. She hesitated but she did take it and I helped her up. Like me, her recovery rate was fast. I couldn't see any signs of healing but if she could stand after losing that much blood then she had to have some super fast recovery rate for something. She took a couple wobbly steps and then stopped, turned and grinned.

"Those bastards make such hilarious faces when they're being burned alive," she said.

I blinked surprised to hear that coming out of her mouth since it sounded like something I might've said. I decided to test to see if she was thinking straight. "How many fingers?" I asked and held up two of them.

She squinted like she was trying to really tell something as simple as that. "Four?" she guessed. I noticed her hand on the wall and guessed she really hadn't recovered that much and blood was still dripping out of her arm where she hadn't bothered to use her energy to somehow close the wound.

"Okay, now that I know you're not just shitton insane, time to get that stitched up," I said and practically chucked her over my shoulder. She slammed her fist into my back a couple times but really knew it wasn't any use.

Scar watched Dylan carefully stitch up the deep lacerations in her arm.

"I'm impressed, Ignis. You managed to bring another person into the base of the italian mob," Dylan sighed.

I didn't respond.

"It's not like I want to be here," Scar snapped. "This place reeks."

"It's not that bad," I told her. This was my home and she was offending it.

"It is for me," she snapped again. She seemed to really like acting like a bitch. "I get to sit around with slayers treating my wounds. For all I know that needle is coated in a toxic poison that could kill me in five minutes."

"I see where your coming from but you can trust us," Dylan told her. "I know people have come after you before and almost got you too... but Ignis is a blessed himself and you don't see me trying to kill him."

"The fact you already know I'm a Blessed and the people that came after me and the fact they stole my sword, sounds very suspicious," she kept her tone.

"How did you know about her?" I asked. It annoyed me that after everything that had happened, Dylan still didn't tell me everything that would be important to me.

"A group of slayers from Nevada were hunting demons and honestly, pretty much anything that wasn't human. For some reason they rip apart anything that twitches with anything other than muscle and sinew." Dylan shook his head disapprovingly.

"I'm part demon and a slayer... and an assassin. They can't go around killing everything supernatural," I said. I felt anger at them if they felt they could do that.

"You're not a full slayer, Ignis," Dylan told me. My eyebrow twitched and I crossed my arms. I hated being told that. Whatever they thought wasn't right.

"Does it really matter? You don't have to be a full fledged slayer to go after the supernatural. It's just a term slapped on to make yourselves feel more important." Scarlet shook her head. She did not make me feel better. "I just want to be left alone by you people but now I can't even defend myself from those wolf things that have come after me numerous times."

"Well that must be... problematic." Dylan muttered. I could see some amount of guilt in his eyes. It made me wonder what happened between him and the Nevada slayers.

"How did they find her?" I asked.

"Um," Dylan shifted nervously. "I don't know."

"You told them didn't you?" I lashed out at him.

"It's not like that."

"Really? Then if they were looking for her, you knew they were, and they came to you asking you about it, they just happened to stumble across her in the alleys?"

"Ignis, it was that or you. I didn't think they'd actually find her." I felt rage fill me to the point I became a flaming inferno of fury. Scar backed away but Dylan just gave me his innocent look.

"Why the fuck did you sell any of us out?" I spat.

"They're good friends of the Salvatores. I didn't want to ruin that."

"Whatever." I said I put the flames out. "C'mon Scar, let's go find your sword."

She hesitated. "Ignis, this is your home. Are you just gonna-"

"Yes," I snapped at her. I grabbed her hand and took her with me. "We're going to Nevada and hunting down some Slayers," I told her while we were in the lift.

"But what about your duties here. You're a New Yorker. You can't just leave New York to whatever horendous creature decides to rampage."

"Dylan can take care of it," I muttered. "Why are you so against me helping you?" She was trying pretty damn hard to refuse my help.

"It's not normal for a guy who met a random chick and had known her for less than a day to travel half way across the country for her."

"Fuck normal. I'm limited edition."

"Come up with something new," she rolled her eyes.

I drove the car like a mad person. I didn't want to drive for days and days.

Tess was sitting next to me with her nose buried in a book as usual. I saw Alastair on her lap.

Scar had her knees to her chest between Fletcher and Lexi, who had Artemis on her lap. I was glad there was separation between Tess and Lexi considering the two of them were always bickering. Fletcher didn't usually help the situation.

Scar pulled out a box of Pocky from god knew where and tore open the box with her teeth. She fumbled with the aluminum packaging before sticking the chocolate covered bread in her mouth and munching on it. She was always eating some kind of snack food. Whether it was candy or a granola bar or any number of non-perishable products, she'd be eating it. Where she kept it, I didn't know but she could probably last a few days on just what was on her person.

Driving was dull and barely got out of New York by the end of the day. Scar didn't sleep like the others. She stayed awake deep into the night while I drove. The scenery in New York didn't change that dramatically. Mostly we passed small farm areas and grassy fields that were frequently separated by areas of trees.

Outside of New York was pretty similar but it was hard to tell since it had gotten dark. After a while I pulled into a rest stop and went inside, katana on my back as usual. I didn't know how to live without it and couldn't imagine what Scar was going through. She was homeless and was stripped of one of the few comforts she had.

The guy running Starbucks gave me a weird look when I ordered ten extra caffeinated coffees. It was somewhere around eleven and I was starting to feel the hours without sleep catching up to me. I handed the man the cash and took the coffee back to the car.

Scar was still sitting there munching on a granola bar.

"Aren't you tired by now?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I'm used to staying up late keeping watch over my stuff."

"Okay..." I kept my attention mainly focused on the road. I watched headlights zoom by like white-hot bullets.

The sound of plastic being opened attracted my attention again. I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that Scar had pulled out an entire pack of Oreos and was nibbling on one quietly.

"Where the hell do you keep that stuff?" I almost shouted but resisted. I was stunned that she still was pulling out food from absolutely nowhere.

She pulled up her sweatshirt and I saw that she had used ducttape to make an inch thick network of pockets that she could tuck just about anything away in, including weapons but I doubted she had any. Her body was so thin I hadn't noticed the extra layer until she showed it to me. I also wondered how she managed to move so quietly with all of that plastic.

"Here's a second question," I started. "Where the hell does a homeless girl get the money to afford that much food?"

She shrugged. "I keep a stash if I don't have luck in the dumpsters. I was starting to get low which is why I was pick-pocketing that man in the ice-cream shoppe. I needed money to buy more."

"You seem to have plenty right now," I muttered. My own stomach was growling and I struggled to ignore it.

"I only have enough for tonight and maybe a little while into tomorrow morning." She had a slightly worried look on her face.

I felt bad for dragging her away from her habits for food and probably shelter too. "I'll get you some more before then," I promised.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. I didn't want to stop talking to her but she had to be tired by that point in time. It was later than what any of us were used to being awake past. Fletcher, Tess, Lexi and Artemis had fallen asleep rather easily but Scar wasn't familiar with me, much less spending long hours with these people she didn't even know.

I glanced back at her. Her eyes were flicking underneath their lids furiously. She was dreaming about something. I noticed her brow furrow slightly. A nightmare? I asked myself.

A frustrated honk snapped my attention back to the road. I gritted my teeth together at the old guy in the car next to me who decided it was his right to yell at me. He had his hand up in the air and from what I could tell, he was using some very colorful language. Whatever his problem was, he was seriously pissed. He was shouting and waving his arms around like I had run into his car or something. The window of his car rolled down and he tried to spit at me. Unfortunately when your going at sixty miles an hour and roll down the front window and the back ones are open too, things tend to reenter your car. There was a young woman in the back seat looking kinda freaked out and his wad of spit hit her face. She got a disgusted look and smacked the old guy in the back of the head.

I sighed and put my foot down on the gas a little harder.

AN- Ugh. This fanfiction stuff is hard. Writing is hard in general but I can't get down these personalities and everything. I'm so used to third person that first is so hard. *sigh* I'm determined to get the hang of this before I finish it.