A/N: If anyone is interested I started another story based off this one about Dean. It's called Going.
"Leaving Town"
"I'm not going to see you again, am I?" She stared at you, big blue eyes.
You'd found her, Lottie, a couple of weeks ago locked in a tomb four down from the famous Marie Laveau's, in St. Louis Cemetery. No. 1. A ghoul had been hanging on to her for a couple of days for a meal. You hadn't expected to find anything alive in that New Orleans Tomb, just hoping to find out who the ghoul was looking like at the moment.
She already knew the answer to the question, because she knew what it was you were. A hunter. You had told her after saving her.
And after three years this was the first time you ever really regretted being one, but you were too close to avenging your father to stop now.
You shrug, and give her a smile. You don't want to confirm it as the truth, because you really, really do want to come back to her.
She smiles back, but she blinks rapidly, fighting tears, and you want nothing more than to hold her and promise you won't ever go anywhere. Instead she wins the battle on her own, and no tears fall. "Will you call me every once in a while? Let me know your okay?"
"Sure." It's very unlikely you will. You reach for her, for one last kiss good-bye, and it almost does you in.
But you break away and leave. You've already been here too long, and you don't want to let the trail get too cold.
You're well aware that she loves you. The feeling is mutual, no question about it. You can't help but think how much you wished you could introduce her to your mother. Your mom would have loved Lottie too.
Instead you turn onto Canal Street and keep going.
This hurts you more than anything has in a long, long time.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Now please don't forget to leave a review.
