-Chapter 5-
I found a job that started on Monday. I was excited for the job because it was just morning shifts during weekdays. So now that I had the weekend to myself, I slept in. I woke up and started to write in my diary. One of the longest entries ever, considering I missed almost three exciting days.
There was a knock at my door and I opened it happily.
"You need to get a phone!" Pierre said, when the door opened. "Come on."
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We got to their place, and this time I took time to look around at where I was going.
"Okay you have to close your eyes." he said, putting a blind fold on my eyes.
"Why?" I asked, not liking the blind thing.
"Cause." he said and lead me into the warehouse/home.
I listened to the sounds of our footsteps echoing on the floor. We took two corners and walked down the hallway for a seemingly long time before we stopped.
"Okay, we are here." Pierre said, masking his triumph.
"Can I take take off the blind fold yet?" I asked.
"No." said Scott's voice.
I waited patiently, knowing what ever was in front of me was not the belly of the beast.
"Okay. You can take it off." Scott said.
I slid off the blind to be half blinded by light coming from a window. Garren quickly lowered the blinds.
"What do you think of it?" he asked.
I looked around once my sight returned. The window had blue curtains on them, there was a locker, a table with a wash basin and mirror, and a single bed. There was a pink cell phone laying on top of the bed side table.
"I dunno." I said, feeling quite speechless.
"It was my idea." Pierre said. "Since you don't have a phone and you live so far away."
"Then we had a discussion about what you and Garren did, that had to sway our thoughts." Scott said.
"But we understand now, and so we are letting you live here." Pierre said.
"On the only condition that you do not kill Jason in his sleep." Garren added.
I thought about it, the idea was sweet. I could probably bus to my new job or whatever. But aside from the Jason deal I felt like I was using them. They have been so kind to me even after I was such a bitch to them.
"I dunno." I said again.
"Oh come on. You love us, we love you. There is a bed. Do it." Scott said with a smile.
I had to laugh. "Okay." I said with a smile on my face. I hugged the three. "Thanks a lot."
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Scott and I headed over to my apartment to get the few things I owned. I paid the landlord again despite that I had already paid up front and I lived there for a whole week.
Before we went back to the warehouse we stopped by some shops for more weapons. He bought me another crossbow, and a few more guns and such. I somehow convinced him to purchase more sticks so I could make stakes.
"So like... are there any other conditions or rules I have to worry about living in the same house as you all?" I asked after putting all the gear in the trunk.
"For you... I don't think so. Oh clean up after yourself, and pick up your phone when we call." Scott said, sitting in the car.
"Okay." I said sliding into the passenger seat.
"Yeah... and I just remembered. No picking fights. That's Jason's job." Scott said, turning out of the parking lot.
"That's not fair." I pouted.
"That's life." He chuckled.
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As I unpacked my stuff in my locker, I happen to notice a chore wheel on my door. I read through it and was relieved it was decent... I guess. Shopping, laundry, bathroom, sweep rooms, and dishes. Speaking of laundry... I thought to myself.
I came out with my hunters clothes... the only ones I consider as such. I usually clean them every morning, but because I was out of sync for three days now they have not been cleaned or fixed, from that hell of a day.
"I'm using the bathroom for awhile!" I yelled out, and dumped my clothes in the shower. Came out and noticed a priest person sitting on their couch before I stole the dish detergent and walked in again. I was determined to get that blood out before I could not and it would be stained. Half an hour later I came out wet but happily carrying my clothes, half noticing the priest wasn't sitting in the living area any more. Garren followed me.
"What are you doing?" he asked as I laid my wet clothes around my room.
"I cleaned my clothes, and now I'm waiting for them to dry." I said, sitting in the middle of my new bed.
"We have laundry facilities here." He said slowly like I was dumb.
"They have to be hand washed, if they are splattered with blood." I said.
"Kay..." he said and left me alone.
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Just as I finished patching the knees on my pants Jason walked in.
"Hi."
"Hi." I said not looking up from stitching.
"Pierre is staying behind to help you train while the rest of us are going out to look for anything about the Dandies." he said, like it was a command.
"Train for what?" I asked.
"You cannot always use your dinky little sticks for protection." Jason said.
"Those dinky little sticks have worked so far." I replied hotly.
"You are not going on any killing sprees. You need to learn to protect yourself." he said.
"I can protect myself fine." I retorted.
He looked at me, walked up and poked one of my bruises. I cried out, and pouted. "Tell that to your bruises." he said, smirking.
"They are my battle scars. You leave them out of it." I said defensively, but knew it was true.
"It's better to have less of those so you can participate in the event of having to kill something." Jason said, poking another bruise.
"Fine I'll learn better self-defense." I said, rubbing my hurting self.
"Good." he poked me again and left.
"I should be able to hit you for that last hurt!" I yelled.
I heard him running down the hall. I got up, grabbed my crossbow and stakes, quickly running after him. Pulling the trigger it grazed his shoulder. He stopped abruptly and looked at his sweater.
"Fuck you!" He yelled and turned around to chase me. "You ripped my sweater!"
"Shit." I said to myself, dropped my crossbow and ran for my life around the warehouse. I was able to slide into the living area and behind the couch.
He pulled me out by my foot and hung me upside down, hanging above the floor. My arms dangled barely touching the floor. I sniffled.
"You poked me!" I said in defense.
"You pulled the trigger on me!" he yelled.
"You poked me!" I yelled back.
"You tried to stake me!" he yelled back.
Pierre walked in, his eyes big.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not. I missed on purpose! You hurt me!" I yelled, and noticed Pierre was upside down like me.
"You could have fucked up, and got me!" he yelled.
"Well I didn't!" I yelled.
He dropped me on my shoulder. "If you try and kill me one more time, you'll fucking regret it."
"So will you Vamp!" I yelled out to him.
"Do we have to keep you in separate rooms at all times?" Pierre asked looking down at me, not helping me up.
I grumbled and pushed myself up.
"Cause this is getting ridiculous." Pierre gave me a weird look.
"He is an ass and I cannot work with him."
"Did he start it?"
"He poked my bruises."
"And you tried to kill him for that?"
"No. I hit his shoulder with a stake on purpose."
"Yeah, you are defiantly going to need those lessons if your going to pick fights." Pierre said out loud to himself, shaking his head.
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I sat in my room half sulking, I received more bruises thanks to Pierre. So I hurt a LOT, and was not very happy about it.
"Want some food?" Scott walked in my open door but stopped to stare. "Wow."
I looked at myself, and couldn't see anything wrong. Yay, I'm wearing a tank top and my shorts, the stuff I wear for bed, I thought to myself sarcastically.
"You look bad." Scott said, wincing.
"Shut up."
"Want some ice?" he asked. "Or pain killers?"
"I just hurt."
"Okay both." he said and left, to return with everyone and massive amounts of ice and a bottle of Advil.
"You don't have any natural colour left!" Garren looked surprised.
"Go away."
"I'm sorry." Pierre looked shocked.
"Yeah." I said sarcastically.
"You are not allowed out anymore." Jason said.
"But I have a job tomorrow."
"Fine, but no more strenuous activities. I told you that having defense lessons would save you from being all black and blue."
"If I had the lessons and I still had the crap beat out of me, I'd still be frickin black and blue."
"Yeah, but it would be less." Garren said, obviously had that problem before.
"I needed to be beaten up to learn a lesson, I got that. Can I please have the pills now?" I asked as my head started to throb. Scott threw me the bottle.
"Once you heal up, you are going to learn how to fight. Cause word on the street is that the Dandies are after a Slayer, not a Hunter. Which is a change..." Jason said and left, while the others stared at my colourful skin a bit longer.
"Go away." I said, giving them dirty looks.
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After my first day at work I took to the training room and beat their punching bag. I haven't used one for like two years, and man they are tough on the body. For each kick or punch I said ow, instead of a grunt or whatever.
Half an hour in... "You are hurting yourself." Scott said from the door.
"I'm imprinting." I said.
"You're going to regret it." he said.
"Not in the long run." I replied, flinching as I hit another bruise.
"If you don't stop, I'm going to have to take you away." he said, looking at me growling at the pain I was causing myself.
"Try." I dared, double kicking the bag. Heavy breathing was now coming from me.
He sighed, and came up behind me. Grabbed one of my swollen wrists, and put enough pressure on it that I fell to my knees. I tried not to cry out. He took me under his arm like a football and took me out of the room. Stupid lightweight, I growled inwardly to myself.
"Fix her." Scott said to Garren, dropping me on the couch beside Pierre. "She's beating herself up."
"Was not!" I yelled out.
"You're bleeding." Pierre took my hand to look at my knuckles.
"I was using the punching bag."
"Without gloves." Pierre pointed out.
"Why are you doing that? You're going to hurt yourself." Garren said leaning over the couch.
"No, it's making me thicker and tougher." I explained.
"Not when your bruised like that." Pierre pointed out. "You're just hurting yourself and you won't heal."
"I am a Slayer. I can take anything." I said.
They sighed.
"I can see why she lived on her own." Scott said. "No rules."
"Okay. Understand this." Garren said slowly. "The Dandies and practically the whole Vampire community wants you out. You are a threat, and now that they know you are with us they are scared. Scared Vampires equals a Bad Thing. You need to be healthy if you are going to help us. We can not let you help if you start crying if someone touches you."
I knew they were right, but I had to say. "I don't cry."
"None-the-less, stop beating yourself up." Garren said.
"And I'll stop hitting you." Pierre said.