Chapter Two
"So what are ya buying me for dinner Kemosabe? It better not be any more of that, that stuff."
Sam popped a tape into the deck of the Chevy. The psychedelic tunes of Pink Floyd began. "Hello, is there anybody in there, just nod if you can hear me . . . "
"Do you mean raw salmon and rice wrapped in kelp? That would be sushi. Besides, I am paying, so your opinion means squat."
Dean glared at Sam out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing. He turned up the music. The lyrics flowed through the car. "I turned to look but it was gone, I cannot put my finger on . . . " Dean nodded his head to the guitar solo. Syd Barrett was amazing.
They drove on without a word for a few minutes, when they saw an attractive little all night restaurant just up the road. Sam pointed at it, and Dean nodded. He pulled the Chevy into the almost empty parking lot. Only a few cars were around to fill the sparseness. A beat up red Toyota was directly to the left of them, and a blue Dodge Durango with Michigan plates, was three spaces down. The sign over the doors read: "Open 24 hours. Serving Breakfast All Day!"
Dean spotted the sign as he opened the car door. "This is my kind of place. I just hope they have a bathroom. Gotta drain the lizard." He smiled at his brother, who only gave him a look of disgust.
The man stayed in the shadows, not wanting to be seen until the last possible second. The hooker watched car after car pass by. It was nearly 1:30, and the prospects were dwindling down in this area of town. Staring at her watch again, she decided to give it up and head back to her apartment. Tomorrow night would be better, she thought.
The man knew that now was the time. He watched her come his way, swaying softly under the leather skirt she was wearing. It may have been a bright color, but to him it was black. He smiled as she came closer, close enough to smell the French perfume she had behind each ear. It invaded his senses, and the urge became so strong, he could no longer control it.
She had only stepped into the shadows of his hiding place, when his hands found her mouth. A scream was stifled. The hooker kicked and bit, making the man smile even more. This was what he needed, a fighter. He pushed her hard against the alley wall. When she caught sight of his 'eyes', fear turned to fight. She pushed at him, and he let her. A fire ran through him, an unearthly blaze.
A loud crack echoed through the alley as his head connected with the opposite wall. His eyes were no longer dark. The green they had once been were back. Life had now returned, but only for a split second. He slid to the filthy ground, all life gone.
Andie, this was her name, grabbed herself hard. She had never taken anyone's life before. To see something so dark and evil, she knew that she would not sleep that night. Turning from the alley, a tightness came over her. Her heart began to pound, and her stomach ached. A sudden pull from a force that was not there, sent her to her knees.
Only moments later she awoke, a darkness surrounding her. She felt a strange calm about her. As she stepped from the alley, she saw that the man had a pair of sunglasses in his jacket pocket. She picked them up and put them on.
A car pulled up, the first in two hours. Andie walked to it, glasses still on. The man noted this, but ignored it.
"Hey babe, you want to play tonight?"
The man nodded, and Andie climbed into the car. The night was still young.