Chapter 7: Scar Walks into a Bar...

Everything erupted very quickly. I was tempted to just kill them. With fire even. But there was a lot of alcohol around and I even I was smart enough to know not to mess with that.

The guy who had given me the number, who I will call Steve from now on for clarity's sake went ahead and fired a bullet at me from a Model 1911.

I may be fast, but never as fast as a bullet. Instead I blocked and felt it ping off the metal of my right arm, tearing the jacket. Ugh. Why my clothes? But no time to think of that now.

I cleared the space between us and brought my leg up in a swift kick and got the side of his head. He fell and stayed down for half a second before starting to get up.

It was at this moment Scar fell out of the ceiling. I'm not kidding, one second she wasn't there, then she was, a ventilation grate coming with her. She landed on top, that metal grate hitting him squarely on the head and knocking him back down. If he'd managed to stay conscious before, now he was out.

Scar looked a little stunned, clearly not expecting to come down so easily. But then she looked around, Making me do so as well.

In about five seconds... we'd pretty much obliterated these slayers. Tess was currently smacking one with Alastair, ignoring all of Alastair's protests at being used in such a manner. Fletcher had clubbed one with a bow. I didn't even know what Lexi had done but there was one passed out at her feet, a large lump forming on his skull.

There was silence.

"Wow," I said. "They were so... weak."

Scar carefully backed off of the one she'd fallen on and looked around. "They're all out," she said seeing as even Tess's victim had crumpled to the ground.

"Now hon," said that bartender from before. "Are you gonna pay for that?" she pointed to the ceiling that Scar had fallen from.

You know, completely ignoring the warring slayers. Just concerned about the ceiling.

"Uhm..." I started. "How much would that cost to fix?"

Her face told me it was an answer I wouldn't like.

Scar shook her hair out, and sneezed as plumes of ventilation dust drifted into the air.

Steve shifted suddenly and murmured something about a hangover and then seemed to realize where he was and sat up abruptly.

"Ow," he grumbled.

I went up to him and picked him up by his jacket collar. He didn't even fight me. Then he saw Scar behind me and struggled.

"You don't know," he started, pulling away from me but I held him tight and cut him off with a jerk of my hand.

"Where's the sword?" I snarled.

He stared at me. "I can't say," he told me. "You don't understand."

"Where is it?" I repeated.

"I won't tell you. Not for some spawn of-" he turned to glare at Scar. "Gotugo."

I could practically feel Tess's eyes light up in recognition, without even seeing her.

"You will tell me," I tried again.

He scoffed. "I'd rather die."

There was a long moment where I simply stared at him, wondering how serious he was about that.

Then Scar was next to me and pushed me out of the way. I let her.

She took his face in her hands, caressing in a very suggestive way. "You will tell me." Her hands trailed softly along the flesh of his face.

He jerked his head back suddenly, breaking whatever effect the glamour had on him but her fingers tightened and dug into his skin.

"You will tell me," she repeated, I noticed the tiniest of sparks jumping from her fingers to him and she brought her hands up to the top of his head, almost like she was craddling his brain through all the flesh and bone.

His eyes seemed to just check out for a long moment. "The Van Helsing Slayers," he said dreamily. "In Oregon."

There was such a cruel smile on Scar's face, feeling him break underneath him. "Good boy," she said and released his head, makgin him immediately reach up and cradle it, after a long moment he groaned. I could tell there was pain involved.

I was speechless. I had never seen anyone be so sadistically something in extracting information. And I've been around some pretty messed up people.

Scar shook out her hands and wiped them off on her clothes, like she'd handled something less than desirable.

She glanced up at me. "Well?" she asked. "We have to go find the Van Helsings."

"Oregon?" I squeaked, finally, my voice coming back. "Oregon?" Not so much squeaked but still said in horror. "That's another five hours."

Scar rolled her eyes and mumbled something about the Winchesters.

Fletcher sighed, just about the first sound anyone had heard out of him for the entirety of the situation.

It didn't take long for us to get out of there and pile in the car... again.

I hate road trips.


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HA! One would thing a story not updated for two years would never be updated again. But no. I am KimiWolfu. I am the unpredictable Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha- *coughing fit*

Well... unfortunately I no longer have access to Blessed: Son of Wrath. Not a single word so I'm running entirely off what I can remember at this point. Does Tess use Alastair to hit things with? Probably not. Wasn't Fletcher's bow a glowing thing, not so much a physical object? Probably. But hey, I'll do my best with what I got. As for Artemis... I can barely even recall her name. So IDK I might just keep her off to the side for this story...