This chapter is boring, My muse is leaving me for some reason...sorry.
" Demon-hunter?" Sam repeated utterly surprised. Mona shrugged her shoulders.
"Sammers, I don't know you and what's the harm in telling you this? You'll think I'm insane and that's that. Okay, okay I don't hunt demons. My sister works for a tabloid mag and she's doing an article about super freaky shit . I'm just playing along."
" Did you just call me "Sammers? " That was a new one.
"I figure "Sammy" was a family name. So I chose a new one for you. You're allowed to call me whatever you wish. Except for Mony. I will kill you if you call me that." She smiled politely and bowed.
This girl had to be insane. This was nowthe most peculiar person he had ever had the pleasure of meeting. And he had met plenty of strange people.
"Sammers, did your TV explode? What's up with that? That never happened before. Not to me at least and I'm used to odd."
"Yeah, well it shut off at least. It's Sam by the way.." Mona suddenly got a very serious look on her face.
"You know what this means don't you? That snide prick at the "lobby" must have done something to stop our entertainment."
"Well, I don't think someone could just shut it off."
"Excuse me, but could you two do me a favor?" Mona nearly jumped into Sam's arms at the new voice's entrance. A smiling older woman in her mid 50s wearing a name tag that read Cecilia stood a few feet away.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm the owner of this motel and I wouldn't normally ask a guest for help. You see my son usually helps me, but I can't find him . I need someone to help me move boxes that I need moved before tomorrow. You two are young and I'm sure a lot stronger than me." She laughed at her little joke.
Mona smiled and held out her hand. Cecilia was hesitant before she took it.
"Hey, is that a tattoo on your wrist? Cool! More old people should have these." Cecilia immediately took her hand back. She smiled at Sam.
"So, I take it you both will help?" They nodded and she motioned for them to follow her. She led them to a storage area. More like a garage.
"I need you to take out all of the boxes marked "Bible" and "Toys." There is a toy drive this week and my sister is handing out bibles at a fund-raiser. There are also some . .rodents. I need those to be taken care of. There be should the appropriate supplies somewhere."
She nodded to both Sam and Mona and left them. Mona turned to Sam.
"My sister went out to some club. I could be dancing or playing pool right now. I am an idiot." Moan hung her head.
"Hey, I could be at a club right now too. But this isn't too bad."
Mona walked passed him and grabbed one of the boxes labeled "Bible" and dropped it.
"Damnit." As she went to pick up the box she stopped.
"Hey Sam, I haven't been up on reading the good book but last time I checked it didn't look like that." Sam walked next to her and peered down.
"Those are . .books-"
" On demons. Books on demons. Who keeps books on demons Sammers?" He ignored her question and picked one up. He turned to face her.
"This one has a page marked. I don't think this is a book about demons though. Look, see? "Sacrifice of the Vessel." I think it's a spell book or something."
"Okay, why does an old lady who runs the motel have a spell book? And what does that mean? "
"I don't know."
Mona grabbed the front of the book and ran her hand over a symbol.
"I've seen that symbol before. I think recently even. Do you know what it means?" Sam narrowed his eyes and focused on the symbol in question and shook his head.
"No. Do you know where you've seen this? Another book maybe?"
"I-"
"Hey! What are you two doing in here? Stealing other peoples property?" An enraged middle-aged man in a janitors uniform walked towards them at brisk pace. He snatched the book out Sam and Mona's hands.
"What are you doing with this? Who gave you the right to come and raid other peoples personal belongings? Get out of here."
"Calm down there sparky. My friend and I were doing that old-" Sam elbowed her in the side out of reflex.
"We were doing the owner a favor. She asked us to move some boxes for her."
"Well I'm here now. You two can leave now." He flashed a nasty, yellow-toothed smile.
"Um yeah." Sam pulled Mona along with him. She made faces at the janitor the whole way out and that resulted in him throwing a cup at her. He missed her by a few inches.
"You know Sammers, your motel room is better than mine. You have less mold." Mona flicked the wall.
"Hey Mony, I think I know where you saw that symbol." Sam was sitting in chair at the desk near the broken TV set.
"Where?"
"Here." He tossed her the newspaper.. Mona opened it and true enough, the second page, on Laney's wrist was a very familiar marking.
"I take it this is not of the good."
"No. It's not"
