Hey guys, sorry for the long wait for the update. Glad to see everyone, and happy to know people are enjoying this story. Don't worry more is yet to come come. This story is getting fun to write once again, and I can't wait to see what you all think about this chapter.
Also I want to point out that it's like really hard to try and type or talk back in the 1800's, like I tried as y'all saw in the last chapter, and I just could not do it. I did try though, just like how I tried for this chapter.
Anyways, here is the next chapter, hope y'all enjoy and I will see y'all in chapter 11.
Enjoy!
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Doc was sitting in his desk at the police station looking over some much need documents. Setting the papers down, he let out a long sigh, and put his head into his hands. "Long night?" Xavier's voice rang out. Doc picked his head up to see him leaning against the door, with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
"Doesn't seem to be as long as yours." Doc replied back leaning back in his chair, his eyes on the bottle that his friend was holding.
Xavier lifted the bottle a little, showing off what he had bought, and walked further into the room. He picked up two form cups along the way that were sitting on the table, and pulled up a chair to sit across from Doc. "I figured since I haven't seen you in a while, we can share." He open the bottle up and poured himself and his friend a drink.
Doc reached forward, grabbing the cup in his hand, and gave a cheers motion towards Xavier. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" He gulp the drink down all at once, the warm liquid burning his throat a little. "How is your privet investigation going?" He asked as he set the cup down for Xavier to pour him more.
He laughed a little as he did so, and closed the bottle right up. "I'm not sure anymore." He answered, and took his own drink in one gulp. The burn not hurting him as much. "I told Nicole though."
Doc stop the cup from reaching his lips, and raised an eyebrow over at Xavier. "How did she take it?"
"The way you predicted." He answered gulping his drink down once again. Doc paused for a moment in thought, looking between the cup and Xavier. "What?"
"Why did you think keeping what you were doing from her would be a good idea?" He asked setting his cup down and looking over at the other name.
It was a pure mystery to him as why he did it. Doc would only recall Xavier doing this one time before, and that was in Toronto, Canada. Still Doc didn't understand why he took the steps he did to try and solve the mission by himself. He didn't understand why Xavier bothered to keep secrets away from the two people he seem to have trusted the most in what seem like years. It rattled his brain until it gave Doc a headache most days.
He lean back in his chair in thought, and waited for Xavier to answer. Which didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. "I did it to protect her." He answered, and looked over at the cowboy. "Not only her, but you as well." He was playing with the form cup that was empty now. "I much rather have something happen to me, than for something to happen to you two. I don't know what would happen if I ever lost either one of you."
Doc let out a sigh shooting back his drink quickly. "Xavier." He leaned forward once again, resting his arms on the desk. "You don't think Nicole and I think the same thing?" He didn't wait for Xavier to answer. "We think that almost every day, but this is our job. We protect each other, and talk to each other and trust each other, because we have been a team now for almost seven years." He moved his cup forward, silently asking for more of the whiskey. "That's what makes us the best, because we know we are really good on our own, but we always knew that we were better together." He grabbed his cup, and brought it closer to himself. "No more for this bullshit Dolls. No more keeping secrets. Deal?"
Xavier smiled a little, and nodded his head. "Deal." He lifted his own cup after pouring himself some more whiskey, and the cheered once again.
"So, what are you looking at?" Xavier asked reaching for the paper once he gulp down his drink. He was a little surprise to see the files of Bobo Del Ray on Doc's desk. He looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, and Doc could already guess what type of question was forming in Xavier's mind.
"There is something you need to know." Doc said as he looked over at Xavier. He bit his bottom lip in thought, and shot back the drink in his cup, and set it down on the desk. "I knew Bobo Del Ray back in the day, before leaving Purgatory." Doc started, his turn now playing with the form cup in his hand. Xavier narrowed his eyes a little at him, and waited. "Let's just say that Bobo Del Ray happens to have friends in high and low places."
"And you happen to be one of them?" Xavier asked, crossing his arms over his chest, and giving a too much of a serious look at Doc, that it started to make him a little uncomfortable.
Doc just looked at him though, acting as if the look isn't fazing him. He nodded his head slowly, and reached out towards a paper on his desk. "I used to be." He answered, scanning the sheet in his hand. "Before I got into Black Badge, I did hang around Bobo for a little while." He looked over at Xavier, putting the paper down.
"How did Wyatt take that?" The other man asked unfolding his arms, and playing with the form cup in front of him.
A sad smile crossed over Doc's face, and he looked away for a brief second, as if going back to the past. It was only a moment though, but Xavier still saw it. The time that he left the present, the moment he entered the past and came back to the present. Xavier had an idea on where he went, but he wanted to know if Doc will say it. "He never knew my relationship with Bobo Del Ray." Doc finally answered. "I think if he ever found out on where I got my immorality from, he would have lost his mind."
"Bobo gave you your immorality?" Xavier was more than shocked to hear that. Doc was never one to talk about his past, especially back when he was Wyatt Earp's partner at the time, before leaving Purgatory.
"It was like dancing with the Devil himself." Doc said, getting up just slightly to grab for the whiskey. "And the best regret of my life." He said, it was more of a comment to himself, but he knew it was loud enough for Xavier to hear.
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Randy Nedley walked over to the couch, Nicole quickly jumping to help him. "No, no." He stopped her, and Nicole stopped in her place, still staying close just in case. From what she can see though, he seem to be moving fine. There was no limp to his walk, and he wasn't holding his side, just the table or the couches around the living room, and the redhead could only guess that it had to deal with the lack of food.
"Are you hungry?" Nicole asked, moving closer to the old sheriff. "We have some spaghetti still left over." She said pointing to the kitchen.
"With the four plates you had, I'm surprised we have left overs." Wynonna said, looking into the kitchen. "I'll start making him a plate." She walked into the kitchen, putting the knife down, and getting a plate for Nedley.
"Can someone please go check to see if she's going to make that right?" Nedley asked, leaning back against the couch.
"It's spaghetti." Waverly said with confusion in her voice.
Nedley raised his eyebrow at her. "It's Wynonna."
"Good point." She pointed back at him, and walked back in the kitchen with Wynonna.
The youngest Earp walked into the kitchen a little surprise to see her sister just staring at the pasta. She wasn't even staring at a plate of pasta, but the pasta that was still in the pan. Waverly carefully walked up to her. "Hey, you okay?" She asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
Wynonna blinked a couple of times before regaining her focus back at what she was supposed to be doing. "Yeah." She answered, clearing her throat a little, and grabbing a plate for Nedley. "Just thinking."
"Want to talk about it?" Waverly step to the side of her, allowing herself to lean against the counter.
Wynonna stop scooping noodles onto the plate, and pushed it away slightly, and set her hands on the counter. "Don't you think this is a little weird?" She asked, and looked over to Waverly with a raised eyebrow.
"Which part?" Waverly asked. "Cause from what I understand weird is part of the new normal in our life." She pointed out.
Wynonna rolled her eyes. "She still doesn't trust us?"
"Nicole?" Wynonna nodded her head.
"And not just Nicole." Wynonna turned her body around, and lean her back against the counter. "Ever since she and Doc rolled into town Xavier has been distance." She crossed her arms over her chest, and stared out in space in thought. "All three of them don't trust us."
"I don't think it's." Waverly said looking at her. "I just think they are in the dark just like you and I, and when they fine something they tell us."
"But do they really?"
Waverly shook her head. "Don't do that Wynonna." Her older sister looking over at her with a looked of wonder in her eyes. "You always seem to push back when people pull away, and Wynonna, no one is pulling away." Wynonna bite her bottom lip and looked over at her younger sister, trying to think of what to say next, but nothing was making sense in her mind the more she thought about it. That, and the connections she was making in her head wouldn't make sense when she spoke about them at loud. She needed to think this through before she can start making accusations towards anyone. She had to be smarter than that.
"Wynonna." Waverly called out, and the older Earp shook her head, and grabbed her plate that was Nedley's. "You okay?"
She paused before she entered the living room, and turn back to Waverly. "We stay close, but we are careful." She said leaving it at that, and not giving Waverly a chance to say anything.
Waverly let out a sigh, and followed her sister back into the living room where Wynonna already gave Nedley his food. He ate it quickly, and Nicole couldn't help but laugh a little at his actions. "Careful there, you might choke." She warned him, before anything could happen.
After getting a few good mouthfuls, he slowed down his eating, and cleared his throat. "Right, so where would you like me to start?" He asked looking at all three of the women in the living room.
"Why don't you start at the beginning?" Wynonna answered as she retook her seat on the other couch, and crossed her legs.
"Okay." He put his plate down now that he was finished, and laced his hands together. "I must have been around twenty or twenty-one when I meet Zane and Katherine."
"You don't remember?" Waverly asked confused already.
Nedley laughed a little. "Well, this was about hundred something years ago, and my memory isn't how it use to be." Wynonna's mouth dropped a little, already paying more attention to what Nedley was about to say. Waverly's eyebrows reached her hairline with the amount of shock she held on her face, and Nicole's face had a confused expression, but a thought process of what it could be.
There was one simple question that all three were thinking: What?
Nedley laughed a little harder this time, coughing in the middle of it. Nicole reached out patting his back softly to help him through it. He cleared his throat, and thanked her with a nod of his head. "I was the one to call them when I got word about a hunter and a werewolf teaming up and trying to help the world. At the time I didn't think it was possible, until I meet them."
May 22, 1886
Randy was standing on the outskirt of his own town waiting for two arrivals, but he was doubtful the more he wanted for them. Taking his hat off, he wiped the sweat off from his brow, and put the hat back on.
"You have to patient." A gruffly voice filled in the silence, and Randy scoffed a little at him, putting his hands on his belt. "Trust me, you want them here."
Randy raised his eyebrow, and turned his head a little. "And if I ask why, would you answer that?"
He smiled widely at him. "You know that's not how it works Randy." Juan Carlos stepped closer standing next to the other man. "They should be almost here."
Randy let out a sigh, and went back to staring back at nothing. "I don't even know why they are going to be here in the first place." He waited for Juan to say something, but nothing came out. Randy raised his eyebrow, and glanced over to his side to see that no one was standing next time him. "God, I hate when he does that."
He wanted a moment longer, seeing two silhouette coming into view, and Randy had a slight surprise expression on his face. "Randy Nedley?" The cowboy on the horse asked.
"Welcome." He said, throwing his hand out for a shake.
"Carson Haught." He said, grabbing the man's hand for a shake.
"Hey, didn't we agree on changing our names?"
Carson looked over at the woman next to him. "You were serious about that?" She nodded her head, fixing the strap on her shoulder that held her arrows. "Oops." He let go of Randy's hand. "This is Blacksmith." He said straighten up on his horse not bothering to look over at her, his only guess that she rolled her eyes at him.
He cleared his throat a little, and stepped closer to them. "How do I know you are people I'm looking for?" He answered low enough just in case anyone else was around them.
Blacksmith smiled over at him, catching his eyes when he looked over at her. "I'll show mine, if you show me yours." She said, blinking once to show off her blue eyes and blinking again to bring back her dark brown. Randy was more than a little impressed, and followed her steps in changing his eye color from a brown to blue and back to brown. "Guess you can trust us now."
"Sorry about her." Carson said. "She can be rude at times."
Randy laughed a little bit, and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Come on, I'm sure you are hungry." He said as he led the way back into town, and they followed him.
It was short run and walk for all three people as they entered back into Randy's town. Everyone saying hello to him when given the chance. "Quiet the popular man." Carson said watching as he was stopped every once and a while.
"I'm the sheriff of this town." He said, nodding at some people as a hello. "Ever since we have been getting animal attacks, and I've been keeping them at bay, people see me as some type of savior." He explained, and stopped in front of a saloon. "We can talk here." He said, and waited from the other two people to join in on the ground.
Both Carson and Blacksmith got off from their horses, and tied them up before walking with Randy inside the saloon. He grabbed a table in the far back of the bar, and waited to be severed.
"Was that before or after you were changed?" Blacksmith asked, going back to the story that Randy shared.
"Both." He answered as he grabbed the deck of cards that was left on the table and started to shuffle. "Before I knew what was attacking our town, I would try my best to protect these people, and now that I'm stronger I am able to do more than protect."
Blacksmith was taken back by that information, and leaned in as close as she can without it looking suspicious. "You haven't changed anyone, have you?" She whispered harshly to him.
He chuckled lightly, and passed out the cards one by one. "Heavens no." He said, placing the deck down. "I don't think I have it in me to do that." He said staring down at his cards. "Like I said, I just feel stronger, fast, better." He said. "I'm able to do what most people can't, and it feels great."
"Have there been other attacks?" Carson asked, not really bothering to look at his cards. He wasn't here to play some game, he was here to do a job that he was called on.
Randy sighed, and placed his cards down. "There have been… a few more attacks when I called you."
"And after?"
Randy took his hat off, and placed it on the table. "A lot more than a few more." He answered.
Carson looked over at Blacksmith, and Blacksmith looked over back at him. There was some type of silent agreement that happen between them, and Randy wasn't sure on what agreement that was, but it felt like he was about to be roped into something that was much bigger than himself. A gut feeling telling him to back out now if he knew what was good for him, but he didn't. He just grabbed his beer that finally arrived and he drank it ready to follow the other two into battle if he had to.
"So they help me protect the town for serval months, until we ran into a rather difficult family."
Wynonna laughed a little, all three of them looking at her confused. "What?" She asked with a shrugged shoulder. "What family can be more difficult than the Earp family?" She said what she was thinking, and Waverly couldn't help but face palm at that question.
"Oh, you would be surprised."
October 10, 1886
All three have been on this trail for a little over a few months, only making a few connections to somethings. The only thing helping them was gathering the information from what they can from other people, and from what they got when they hunted at night.
"Do you ever feel weird hunting your own?" Randy asked Blacksmith one day. They were on his land in the barn after talking to a trader for some silver. Blacksmith putting all her time and energy into making serval sliver arrow tips.
She paused for a moment, and looked over at the younger cowboy. His blonde hair showing bright against the snow that surround them. "It did at first." She answered, and going back to work making the arrow. "But I quickly realized that some were-people are just like real people, but worse. Some want to hurt and kill and destroy the world, and those are the wolves we have to put down." She paused for a moment, and looked back at him. "Before you turned, did you feel bad for the people you hunt down or had to kill to protect this town?"
"No." He answered quickly, a hit of realization striking him hard.
"That's what Carson and I do." She said. "We protect whatever town may need us, without hesitation." Randy nodded his head, going back to making his own silver bullets, and waiting for night to come.
They past the time by practicing their shooting all three of them. Using normal bullets and arrows to do so. Randy step up a little shooting rage on his land, and each one took a turn at first to see who was better. Carson was getting better and better the more he learn to relax the further he was getting into this type of job, and Blacksmith wasn't that fair behind. Randy was a bit of miss and hit, everything kind of hitting him at once now that he was about to do his first real mission.
"Don't be so nervous." Carson said as Randy step off from the shooting spot, and Blacksmith took over. "If you are nervous, you doubt yourself and if you doubt yourself you miss, and if you miss you might end up died."
"Such encouraging words." He said sarcastically, and didn't take his eyes off from Blacksmith as she shot and hit every target.
"It's the truth." Carson said as he crossed his arms over his chest, and watched in awe at Blacksmith.
After they were down with the shooting rage, they headed back inside for Carson to catch up on what he found out. "I talk to some people around town, and there is this family that likes to keep to themselves these days."
"What family is that?" Randy asked.
"The York family." The redhead answered. "I wrote down some notes from what I gathered. They lived here for a while, and use to be a very wholesome family, went to church, got along with everyone in town, help when they can. Somewhere between before Blacksmith and I got her and when we got here, something changed. They started to become more to themselves, not out as much. I say we talk to them, see what we can fine."
"Talk?" Randy asked a little confused.
Carson put his notes away, and nodded his head. "Blacksmith and I are still new in this town. The last thing I want us to do is jump to something that might be wrong." He explained. "You want to join us on this, or want to stay behind?"
Randy nodded his head, getting up from his spot and putting his hat on. "I'm going with you." He told him. "You can never have too much back up."
"York family?" Waverly questioned, stopping Nedley from finishing his story. "You mean as in, Pete and Kyle York?"
Nedley nodded his head, seeing that Waverly was starting to slightly connect the dots. "You mean from high school?" Wynonna asked, confused with where Waverly was heading with this.
Nicole laughed lightly, and lean back in her seat. "No." She answered not expecting that fact. "There is no way Pete and Kyle York from high school are any part of this." Her smile was still on her face, as if someone was about to say it was a joke, but when she looked back at Nedley there was a serious tone set inside of him that Nicole had to take seriously. "Right?" She asked, her smile falling off from her face. "There is no way that they are part of this."
The house wasn't that far out on the other side of town, and night fall was coming soon. It wasn't supposed to be a full moon tonight, but if this York family are were-people and they have red eyes, than they won't have much luck on their side.
"Sheriff Nedley." Austin York let out surprised held in his voice. He stop shoveling for a moment, and wiped the sweat that was forming on his brow. "What brings you out here?"
Randy stopped in front of him, both Carson and Blacksmith by his side. "I hope you don't mind me asking you a few questions." He said, and Austin stab the ground with the shovel. "Have you seen any weird attacks lately?" Randy asked getting straight to the point.
Austin laughed a little. "My family lives the furthest away from town, we deal with nothing but weird attacks."
Randy nodded his head. "Weirder than normal Austin." He said, showing that he was not in the mood to play around. "Your family also use to be very involved in the town as well, and that stopped too."
The smile on his face slipped off. "You keeping track on us now Sheriff?" He asked sharply.
"No, not at all, we are just trying to figure out what is going on." Randy answered trying to calm the man down. He can hear it though, the sound of his heartbeat, picking up and it was hammering loud. Randy was sure Blacksmith could hear it, but he waited to see what could happen, giving him another chance. "So I'll ask again, has there been anything weird that has happen here?"
"I'll tell you the same answer, my family lives the furthest away from town, we deal with nothing but weird attacks." The sharpness in his voice still there.
Randy lift his hands up in surrendered, and back away, Carson retaking his place. "That's a mighty big hole you are digging there." The older cowboy pointed out.
Austin raised his eyebrow. "What is it to you?" Carson shrugged his shoulders, and took a real good look at it. "I'm going to ask you to get off my property now." He said, picking the shovel out of the ground. "Before you regret staying any longer."
None of them moved out off from their spots as Austin got closer to them. The moment in his rage though, in a blink of an eye his once brown eyes changed colors to blue for moment before another color masked over them. Red was now covering his eyes. "Holy Hell." Randy let out, not really believe what he saw.
Austin shook his head, his eyes turning back to their normal brown. "It's not what you think."
"Bullshit." Carson answered, and wiped out his gun, Blacksmith following behind with her bow and arrow at ready.
Everything happen in a fast motion. Austin moving faster than normal, faster than normal were-people speed, knocking the gun out of Carson's hand, punching Randy in the face, and kicking Blacksmith in the back of her knee to drop her to the ground, and ran off back into the house.
"What the hell just happened?" Randy asked, holding his face in pain.
"He faster than normal." Blacksmith answered, picking herself up off from the ground. "We need to be careful."
Blacksmith moved carefully up to the house, and waited for either Carson or Randy to follow her. Once she saw that she had her back up, she nodded once, and entered the house, her bow and arrow at the ready.
"Ah!" The yell came as a surprise, but the weight on Blacksmith's back caught her off balanced, and she hit the wall hard. Carson rushed up to her trying to get the little boy that was on her back.
The little boy was stronger than he seems, but finally Blacksmith was able to pull him off, and throw him to the ground, an arrow pointed straight at him. Randy entered the house in time to see what was going. "Don't." He said, stopping Blacksmith before she could do anything. "We don't even know if he's one of us."
The little boy showed no fear as he got up from the ground, and stood tall before them showing off his blue eyes that were once brown. Blacksmith lowered her arrow down, and kneeled in front of him. "I'm here to talk to your dad, do you know where he is."
"No you aren't." He said. "You're here to take him away."
Kyle now. The little boy thought, and out of nowhere another little boy came out from the kitchen, shoving Carson onto the ground with his strength, and stabbing a syringe into the redhead, and letting the liquid out into him.
Blacksmith moved quickly, pulling the boy off from Carson, and throwing him near the other little boy who caught him. Randy ran up to him, kneeling down. "Shit, Carson are you okay?"
"I'm not sure, what he put in me, but I'm not feeling good." He said as he turn onto his stomach, and started to throw up blood.
"You little bastards." Blacksmith growled, as she readied her bow and arrow once again, and pointed it at the two little boys in front of her.
She let go of the string to the bow, aiming at the one that looked the youngest, and Blacksmith pull for another, when the boy that stood in front of her was a man. A sliver arrow stuck in his back. This time without thought, she aimed further up and aimed for his heart. Austin falling to his knees. He was looking at his sons for the final time. "Run." He told them, both of them taking off in a hurry.
Blacksmith was about to go after them, when Carson's caught her, pulling her back to what was really important. Blacksmith drop down beside him. "You think you can stand?" He slowly nodded his head, and with a loud grunt he picked himself off from the floor.
"You shouldn't move him too much." A gruffly voice ranged out, and Blacksmith turned to see a man standing by the door. "Help should be on its way."
"I'm sorry, and you are?"
"A man that likes to come and go." Randy said. "Come on let's move him to the couch than." Blacksmith looked at him like he was crazy, trying not to move, but with the weight of both Randy and Carson on top of her it was hard to do so.
They lightly set him down on the couch, and once he was settled in Blacksmith looked up to talk to the man, only to see he wasn't there anymore. "What the hell?"
Randy laughed a little. "I told you, a man that likes to come and go."
Blacksmith got up from the couch and walked over to the open door, to see if maybe she can smell him out, but there was nothing. Not even any tracks to follow him by, however there was a different smell in the air, one that was familiar to her.
"Blacksmith." The voice shouted out, a familiar one that she noticed right away.
"Constance?" She asked, as the older blonde woman finally came out from behind the trees, looking as if she lost her way somehow. "How did you get here?"
She smiled over at the woman, and patted her shoulder. "I have my ways." She answered, and walked inside.
The scene before her was one out of an old horror tale. Blood was on the floor, a dead man was still there on the scene and one was about to die on the couch. Constance has seen it all, but not one as badly as this, but that wasn't going to scare her away from helping Carson Haught. "Do you know what is in him?"
"Your guess is as good as mine." Blacksmith answered walking inside the house and stopping behind the blonde woman.
She nodded once, and looked around the house twice. "Come on, we are going to move him downstairs to the basement." She said, as she walked into the kitchen and to a door that lead to the basement.
Both Randy and Blacksmith followed her, trying to be careful as they moved Carson off the couch, and into the basement. His grunts and groans only showing how much pain he was in, and every once and a while they had to stop to allow him to throw up. Finally they were able to make it to the bottom of the stairs only to be hit by what seem to be a hospital room with the amount of equipment that was down there.
The air in the room smelled of faint blood, and rotten flesh. Blacksmith was sure she wasn't the only one that could smell that. When she glanced over at Randy, and he had the same expression that she held, she was sure that he could smell it too.
"This will have to do." Constance took her jacket off laying it on a chair that was set off towards a wall. "Lay him on the bed." They did as they were told, Carson now barely making any sounds at all.
"Carson." Blacksmith walked up to him, bring her face close to his, trying to see if he will open his eyes. Or see if she can still hear a heartbeat from him, which she could, it was barely there, but she could hear it. "Carson, please don't go." She said, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing tight.
"I'm going to need the both of you to leave." Constance said, rolling her sleeves up. "I'm not sure on what he has, but it can't be good if this is the reaction." She said staring down at him.
Blacksmith stood there for a moment longer, before she let go of his hand, and back away from him. She turned to walk away, and followed Randy back up the stairs. "We need to take care of Austin's body." The blonde cowboy told her, and Blacksmith nodded her head, trying anything to get her mind off from Carson dying. No, no. Blacksmith thought to herself as she grab hold of Austin's body. Don't think like that. She took a deep sigh, and carried the body outside.
"Everything is going to be okay." Randy said letting out a sigh as he set the body down. He looked over at Blacksmith, than back at the body. "What do we exactly do with the body?"
"We're going to have to put some wolf-bane in his mouth, and burn him." She explained and rubbed her eyes out of frustration and anxiety. She looked over at Randy.
"Oh." He shifted his weight from one foot from the other.
Blacksmith raised her eyebrow at him. "How do you normally take care of them?"
He shifted his weight once again putting his hands on his belt. "Um, well." He laughed a little, and looked down at the body, and back up at the woman in front of him. "I normally dig a good size whole in the ground then burn the body."
"Huh." Blacksmith let out, and grabbed her arrow bag to get the wolf-bane out, and kneeling down to open his mouth, and stuff it into his mouth. She closed his mouth, and looked up at Randy. "Do you know why we put wolf-bane in their mouth?" Randy tried to swallow the thickness that was starting to settle in his throat, and shook his head. "We burn the wolf-bane with them to make sure there is no way for them to come back. It's a permeant death for us."
Randy's eyebrows shot up, and his eyes followed Blacksmith's movements as she placed her bow and arrows against a tree. He followed her into digging a hole after they went back into the shed to fine another shovel.
It help take a lot off from both their minds as they wanted to see what would happen to Carson. It was slow at first, trying to get through the snow at first, before they can even get to the dirt. It was quiet too, with the sounds of moving snow and some animal sounds in the distance. They didn't bother to rest, they felt like there was no reason to rest at this point.
After they were done they slowly walked back to the house stopping at the stairs. Blacksmith let out a sigh, and took a seat on the top of the stairs, Randy following her. "His going to be okay." He reminded her, and put his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her in close. She rested her head against his chest as they waited for any type of news.
Blacksmith wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but she was woken up by a soft shake, and blue eyes meeting her. "Constance." She let out, her voice raspy. She moved away from Randy, stretching a little, to allow the stiffness of her muscles to loosen up and her joints to pop. "Is everything okay?"
Constance smiled softly at her. The blonde woman's smile showing one thing, but her eyes telling her something else. That once hopeful feeling that Blacksmith had was starting to slowly vanish, and an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach was starting to form and settle there instead. "No, everything went well." She said to her. "You should wake up Randy, and follow me down to the basement." She told her getting up from the place she was kneeling, and started to walk pass her back down to the basement.
Blacksmith looked over at the blonde man, and shook him a little, causing him to jump slightly. "Come on." She said, getting up from her own spot. "Constance has some news for us." Randy quickly jumped up from his spot and followed the Native American down to the basement.
The light around them was a soft glow from the few candles that were set up, and surrounding Carson. Blacksmith saw Constance standing over him, checking a few things here and there, and writing them down for notes Blacksmith can only guess. The blanket that was covering the redhead cowboy was moving along with his breathing, and Blacksmith knew he was alright just like how Randy said he was going to be. A sense of relief washed over her, as a smile spread across her lip.
"He's okay?" Randy let out, sound of happiness was found in his voice, and smile was present on his face.
Constance set the paper down, and walked over to them, her arms crossed over her chest. "He is okay, better than okay." She said turning to look over at him, making sure he was still breathing. Making sure nothing was going to take her or the other two by surprise. "Though, he is not the same either." She turn back to them, and the smile they once had slowly slipped away from their face, and Constance had a feeling that was going to happen. Of course it was going to happen. She thought to herself as she let out a sigh. "Let me explain." She said stepping pass them, and to the table that still had the jars and liquid of whatever the Yorks were doing. "Whatever was put into him was killing him quickly. In fact, he should have already been dead by the time I got her, but I think him having some extra ability that I gave him, kept him from dying so fast, but still he wasn't immortal to the poison. I took out as much of it as I can, hoping that it would work, and trying to keep it away from his heart. Still, the poison was quicker than I was, and I had to settle to the last resort to keep him alive."
"Did you turn him to a wolf?" Blacksmith turn to look at Constance, who had a rather sad expression on her face. One that didn't hold regret, but one that held something else. As if she wish to have fine a better answer for Blacksmith. "You did, didn't you?"
"It was a last resort." She said turning back to her calmly. "It was either that or let him die."
"Maybe this is for the best." Randy said, trying to defuse the situation. "It will help us all out. He is stronger and faster, and equal with us to help us hunt more."
Blacksmith shook her head. "No." She let out with a heavy sigh. "You don't get it." She breathing. His heartbeat slower than what his normal human heart was. She walked slowly up to him looking down at him. "The best part about being around Carson was because he was human."
Nedley let out sigh, and looked over to all three women in the living room. "Carson woke up a few days after, and after we told him what happen, he sort of flipped out."
He looked over to Wynonna. "May I have some more please?" He asked handing over the plate, and they waited for a moment for Wynonna to get back so she can listen to what happen as well. "Thank you." He smiled over at her, and grabbed the plate from her hand."
He put his fork into the noodles and twisted it around. "We traveled with each other after that. I stayed with them after what happen to Carson, and Blacksmith and I helped him with what he became." He shook his head, and put the noodles into his mouth, and chewed in thought. "We spent years hunting, moving and gathering friends along the way. We ran into Doc Holliday a time or two, maybe even more, and Constance was always around when we needed her the most. She was never too far to reach. Carson and I help fight in wars, and when she can Blacksmith traveled with us in her own ways, and one day something changed with Carson."
September 20, 1945
They were sitting in a diner, Carson and Blacksmith on one side of the booth while Randy was on the other side of the booth. World War Two ending several days ago, and though all three where happy about the war ending in the United States favor, the look of tired was placed all over their faces.
Carson was looking out the window, bags slightly showing under his eyes, and a bread was starting to grow out. "Something on your mind?" Randy asked picking at his eggs.
The redhead let out a sigh, and looked back at his friend and his girlfriend. "I'm just tired." He answered, and let his head fall into his hands. Randy set his fork down, and Blacksmith set a soft hand onto his back. "I don't want to do this anymore." He said taking his head out of his hands. "The war, hunting, traveling. I don't want to do this."
Blacksmith pulled her hand off from his back. "I don't think we have a choice." He let out a very frustrating sigh, and put his head back in his hands. "I know, I know, but this is our life now. It has been for years."
"What if…." He started and lifted his head out of his hands once again. "What if we just stop, pack it up, and go back home." He looked over at Blacksmith. "We can go back to Purgatory, we can start a new life, become new people." His once frustrated face, and serious tone turn to one that held hope once again, and his lips were turning into a smile from just the thought of starting a new life.
"Do you think we can actually do that?"
"There is no way." Randy answered her, not bothering to wait to see what Carson will say. "How could you?"
Carson looked over at the blonde cowboy. "We've traveled around the world Randy." He started, and intertwine his hands together. "We've killed most of the evil werewolves, and saw there are a lot more hopeful ones out there now these days." He shrugged his shoulders. "What's stopping us? I'm sure there is more than one hunter out there."
Randy gave him a questionable look, still he was in thought rather or not if they should be falling back from hunting, would that even be okay? "Do y'all normally talk about the supernatural world like it's the most normal thing in the world?" All three turned their head to see Juan Carlos coming into view. He smiled reaching his eyes as he looked at all three of them in return.
He took a seat in the spot that was empty in the booth since Randy was near the window. "What are you doing here?" Carson asked a raised eyebrow at him.
"I'm here to help." He answered, smile never falling.
Carson rolled his eyes. "How can you help?"
"Carson." Blacksmith let out as a warning for him to calm down. She wants to believe that it's the lack of sleep his been getting lately, and on top of that how tired his life has been since being a hunter, and it weighing down on him.
"It's okay." Juan let out, never taking his eyes off from the redhead solider now. "You don't think you need me help?" He waited for Carson's answer, one not coming. "You think you have the answers don't you?" He waited once again, both his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, mock surprise on his face. "No?" Carson grumbled something that Juan barely missed. "Speak up." He called Carson out. "You got something to say, say it."
"I'm tired of this life." He said looking at him, anger in his eyes. "I thought I had an end at some point, but unfortunately I don't get that sweet release."
"Carson." Blacksmith let out quietly.
"No, it's true." He said straightening his back to sit more properly in his seat. "We never asked for this. I never asked for it, the people who were attacked by the other wolves never asked to be a wolf."
"You're right." Juan said calmly, his smile off his face, but his demeanor was just as calm as his voice. "But I'm not the one who did this to you, even if I was what help will it do to be mad?" He waited for him to answer, but Carson didn't say anything. "What is done, is done."
Juan wiped off some crumbs that were on the table, never taking his eyes off from Carson. "Keep in mind, I came here to help, not to fight with you. Don't you think you do that enough? Now," He started smile back on his face not giving Carson the chance to answer once again. "Back to why I am really here. You can't stop hunting." Carson let out a frustrating sigh, and let his head fall. "Yes, I know, horrible." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes at him. "Something big is coming." He warned, and Carson lifted his head back up with a raised eyebrow. "Some werewolves are starting to catch on with you two." He said pointing to Blacksmith and Carson. "And the Hellhounds don't like it." He intertwined his hands together, and looked over at Randy. "They don't like the idea that you are helping them out either."
"So what do we do?" Randy asked, putting his plate aside, his appetent gone from the news that Juan Carlos told them.
"Prepare." He said, getting up from the table, the look of confusion setting in on them. "Prepare as best as you can, and as fast as you can."
"We were about to ask him for what, but our waitress came along clearing our tables. By the time we were done talking to her, he was gone, and we were left confused, but with the many things that happen, I believe I know what he was talking about now." Nedley said putting his finished plate down.
"What do you mean?" Nicole asked.
"Something happen, didn't it Wynonna?" He asked looking over at the oldest Earp. The one that was always mixed with trouble, but seem to know the answers to everything. Even when she got caught, she knew how to get herself out of it at times, and other times it was harder depending on what the story was.
Wynonna was slouched in the couch as she listen to the story that Nedley was telling her. Her shocked expression flat on her face from being called out. "What makes you think I know anything?"
"You know everything." He said looking at her as if she was joking. He knew he's been gone for a long eight years, but she couldn't possible think that he forgot how she works so easily. "Somehow, you know everything about both the supernatural world and the non-supernatural world."
Wynonna let out a sigh, and straighten up a little in her seat. "Xavier and I have looked into it, to see what's been going on in this town." She looked over at Nicole. "Has Xavier talk to you yet about what that guy gave you at your old house?"
"Xavier and I aren't on talking terms right now." Nicole let out crossing her arms over her chest.
"Well you better get back on talking terms." Nedley told her, getting up from his seat on the couch. He turn to see Nicole with a raised eyebrow. "A war is coming."
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"Fuck!" Pete let out shoving things off from the table in anger and causing them to shatter on the floor.
"Pete." Kyle let out. You need to calm down.
Calm down? He turned his head to his brother, showing off his red eyes, his anger clouding his judgment, and his thought processes. How the fuck am I supposed to calm down, when the old bastard got away?
Bobo cleared his throat, showing he was still here, and he was starting to dislike being around the two brothers. "His pissed." Kyle informed him, his voice calm as he looked over at the older man.
"You don't say." He said walking over to Pete, and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Pete looked over at Bobo, pushing his hand off from his shoulder. "Don't touch me." He warned, his red eyes turning bright with his anger.
"You need to listen to your brother, and calm down." Bobo said calmly, and crossed his arms over his chest. "This is exactly how I want things to go."
"Excuse me?" Pete asked, trying to calm down. His red eyes turning back to brown.
Bobo let out a laugh, and lean against the table. "You don't think we were going to keep the old guy forever, did you?"
Pete grabbed Bobo by the collar, pulling him in close and tossing him to the other side pinning him against the table this time. "Pete!" Kyle let out.
"You better tell us everything, and you better tell us now." Pete said with a growl, his sharp teeth showing, and his eyes going back to red.
Bobo let out a heartfelt laugh, and he put his hands up in a surrender, though it was easily seen that he didn't feel threaten at all by the werewolf. "You brought me back to help what you couldn't do, remember?" Bobo asked. "I am here to help."
"And we can put you back down to Hell too if you found that place more delightful." Bobo shook his head no, and his smile fell on his lips lightly as he was taking Pete more seriously.
"Look. Randy Nedley gave us what he could." He started. "He gave us how far the little Scooby Gang will go for each other without question, but don't forget, we have been planting our own things too." Bobo's smile returned, his own white teeth showing, and a sinister look in his eyes. Pete back off a little from him with the look he was giving off, his own sharp teeth retracting back. "Don't doubt yourself so soon, even if the plan has moved ahead of its time scheduled."
Pete let go of Bobo, and he popped his neck. Bobo fixed his shirt and straighten himself out as he look Pete in the eyes. Neither man bothered to let down their guard with each other. "You better be right about this Del Ray."
He let out a light chuckle. "I know what trouble you two had to go through in around to make this arrangement to make this all happen. You just have to trust me."
Pete let out a soft growl, about to say something when his brother beat him to it. "I think what Pete is trying to say, is that we let you into our plane." He glanced over to his brother for a second before looking back at Bobo. "It's only fair for you to give us the same treatment, since we help bring you back from Hell."
Bobo faint smile stayed on his lips as he crossed the room to the only door that was there in the train station. "Fair enough." He let out, and stood where he stopped, and looked over to the two York brothers. "My plan started the moment you brought me back from Hell eight years ago, and end with us on top."
Kyle looked at him a little confused, and took a step closer. "How?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
Bobo couldn't help but smile wider. For a moment both Kyle and Pete thought it would split his face in two. "A war." He answered, putting his hands in his pocket.
Kyle shook his head in a crazy movement, not believing what he was hearing. "What?" He ran both his hands through his hair. "Why would we go to war?"
"For every reason countries always go to war. Property of value." Bobo explained. "We take care of not only Haught's daughter, but also the Earp woman we gain control of not only land, but also people too."
Kyle looked over at Pete, making a quick thought process that even know wasn't sure if it was their powers, or them just being siblings. He had a feeling it was both. Kyle looked back at him, a sly smile on his face, and when he looked past him his brother had the same sly smile too. "We want to know more."