Author: Hi guys I'm back… Oh and I strongly suggest you reread Chapter 12. I redid it sort of. Any way… Shout outs…

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Love Across Time

Chapter 22: Clubbing

We were back in 1898 New York. (We being Spot, Mush, and myself.) Since we had been in the Limbo Temple it was still the night Mush had been killed. We had landed in the Loft.

Now if you haven't noticed Weasels act differently than you and me. Their outlook on life is simple… live life to the fullest. This means that we are always smiling, laughing, and goofing off. We find the oddest ways to keep ourselves entertained. (For example the other day Joker pushed a Dragon into the Pacific Ocean…. Just to see what would happen. We found that hilarious.)

If a human is turned and does not think or act this way their personality will change. This is what happened to both Mush and Spot. Mush was no longer quiet and Strong… Spot was no longer like someone from The Godfather. They had both transformed into loud, obnoxious, crazy, and completely 21st century Weasels.

They grow up so fast.

Once they got changed Spot bounced up beside me. "So when are we questioning this guy-of-no-name."

"His name's Sven. He's a bartender." I said distractedly.

"Ok, this Sven guy. When are we questioning him?" asked Mush.

I looked from Mush to Spot and back again. Spot has already been on several missions… But mush only just finished his training. I worried what some of Sven's customers would do with this information.

"Mush I'd rather it just be Spot and myself going to Sven's bar." I said uneasily.

"But Spot gets to go." He whined. He stamped his foot like a toddler who's angry.

"Yes but Spot has had more training than you and he's not going to be doing much." I explained.

I expected another childish remark. But Mush went for clever instead. "But do you trust me here alone?"

Crap. I thought. No way in Hell am I leaving him here alone. But there are other options…

"I could always get a baby sitter…" The look on Mush's face was priceless. Spot loved my plan by the look in his eyes.

"I'm going to call a friend who owes me a favor." I turned to leave but then turned back to add a note. "If you break anything… you… will… pay." I left them with the inking of fear in their eyes. I knew they wouldn't disobey me.

I returned quickly. "Perch should be here within the hour." Then to Spot I added. "She should still be here by the time we get back. Hurry and get your things then meet me on the roof."

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The bar was in a bad part of the city. It was in an old abandoned block devoid of electricity. This however did not hinder the bar's customers. Sven had had Wizards install magical lights on the ceiling.

But even with the lights humans would have a hard time navigating in here. Dead demon goo was pooled at odd areas from bar fights. Shattered glass was just swept into the corners. The music was 21st century and thumping deep inside my chest. If I hadn't been on a mission I would have taken up that hot half-demon half-angel's dance invite. (hey I never said I was an angel)

But sadly I had a job to do. Not to mention Spot was right behind me. But damn he was sexy. I may just have to find him again later.

After the next few dance offers. (Some more persistent than others) I could tell that they sensed my power. I had most of my power hidden so I let my guard down so they could feel all of my power. Once they realized who I was they parted like the red sea.

I sat down on a stool with Spot close behind.

"Wha woul' ya like?" asked the man behind the bar. He had slick salt and pepper hair, black eyes, blue beard, and ram horns.

"A Strawberry Margarita and…" I looked at Spot.

"Just a beer." He said for me.

The man didn't look up as he filled our orders. He even threw down our orders without looking at us.

As he turned to go I added… "So has Katie forgiven you for that whole Spear of Destiny thing yet?"

He stopped. Then he turned around slowly to look at me. "What do you want Jessie?"

I gave him an innocent smile. "Oh, why can't I just be here to catch up with an old friend?"

"Because we're not friends." He grabbed a glass and started to clean it. Then added… "We only worked together that one time."

"Ah good times, good times… Less grey in your hair back then."

Sven smiled and shook his head. He then caught sight of Spot. "And I'll be darned… The Beastmaster and Spot Conlon… Who would a thunk it?"

"This Bozo…" I said jabbing a thumb at Spot. "… Fell through a portal and landed in the Library."

"Nice move kid." said Sven solemnly. "Could have had a normal life but…"

"…Fate wanted him to be a Weasel." I said starting to get angry. Spot placed a hand on my shoulder to calm me.

Then I switched into serious Weasel. (This to a demon means 'Homicidal Freak') "Seen anything odd in this area?"

"No" he said a little too quickly.

"Common Sven… don't make this hard on yourself." Said Spot.

I leaned over the bar. "Just point me in the right direction Sven. No one will be any the wiser."

He shook his head. "Even if I did tell you you wouldn't get anything out of him…"

"Sven, this is Jessie the Beastmaster your talking about." Said Spot.

"Just give me a name Sven." I then pulled out a dagger. "Or I could just do to you what I wanted to do to him."

Sven swallowed. "Alright, alright. The man's name is Joseph Smith."

"He's human." It was not a question.

I sheathed the dagger. "Common Spot. We've got work to do."

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Once out in the street I started to vent to Spot. "It's been years since Sven's withheld information from me." I stormed through the street. "He knows better or at least he should."

"He probably has his reasons." Said Spot trying to calm me.

"Yeah Tombs' master either has some wicked blackmail on him or has a hell of a lot of power. Let's just hope it's the latter…"

Author: What do you think? This chap will continue soon… but for now Band Camp away…