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Chapter 53: The Epilogue
"Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed"
- David Mitchell, Slade House.
Est ELEVEN MONTHS after the events of Walking
I stretched quickly before going inside. I hooked up my iPod to the stereo before I headed to the kitchen. The run had been good but the workout still didn't feel the same without Jane yelling at me to go faster. It also wasn't the same practicing with a staff without someone to hit. I usually only fought with the staff at night, when Spike was there to practice with, but my nerves were still on edge. I kept feeling like someone was watching me. It was the same feeling that I had before the hunters and the demons attacked.
I didn't tell Kelly though. She would have told Dean and both of them would have called off their trip. Things were finally starting to feel normal, as much as they could be. Kelly had planned this road trip for a month before finally convincing Dean to go. I wasn't going to ruin that with some paranoia. I had the vampires, but more importantly, I had me. I could handle whatever came.
I was in the middle of making a sandwich, singing along to Shaggy when I heard the knock. I paused the music. No one ever came to the door. No one ever came to the house. In the year we had been here, we had never even gotten a person trying to convert us, let alone a visitor. I grabbed the folded silver knife out of the band I wore under my leggings. I walked to the door slowly. The last person to come through that I didn't know was a demon. I opened the blade and double-checked the stash of holy water that was next to the door before I opened it slowly. I peered out the crack and my mouth dropped in surprise. I opened it further.
"Sam?"