They'd risen early that morning, each going out on his or her own to look for clues. Serena had insisted on going with Sam, even after Tyler had given her a private speech about not seducing any men while they were on the road. Tyler was certain it hadn't left an impression on the Nymph. Those speeches never did. Neither did lectures. That was Serena; never listening but always pleading for help at the end.
Tsk. Tyler looked up from her plate of pasta. She'd had little luck in finding out anything about any supernatural being hunting Nymphs. Only humans made a sport of hunting them, and that had been in the early days. The old ways no longer applied in these modern times. Or did they? There were a lot of sick people out there who happened to be able to perceive the supernatural. But why Nymphs. Relatively harmless, but for their piercing screams and love for …well…lovemaking. Hell hath no fury like a man scorned?
She focused on her pasta again, when the door to the small restaurant opened and she saw Dean entering, his eyes searching. When they settled on her, he walked towards her. "Hey," he said. "Hey. Found anything?" He nodded. "I found something, alright. But I have no idea what it means." He sat down and shifted nervously. Tyler discarded her pasta. It wasn't like Dean to be so jittery. "What did you find out?" she asked. "There's been a lot of hunters going through this area. And they all visited the bar up the road – Linny's or something. Rumor has it; it's the home base for a particular ruthless hunter, who hates all things supernatural. Good or bad."
Tyler frowned. "You're saying a hunter is calling and killing the Nymphs?" "I don't know. It seems like the work of more than one person. But it wouldn't hurt to check it out." Tyler nodded thoughtfully. This was bad. A fellow hunter going berserk and just killing everything otherworldly? She hated the thought of having to kill another human being – well…not that she could call him that if this was true – but if she had to, she wouldn't hesitate. Many of those who were killed were her friends. And Serena, although a royal pain in the ass, was her childhood friend and though she hated to admit it, one of the reasons she'd been able to live a somewhat normal life and have a somewhat normal childhood.
She sighed and looked at Dean, who was eyeing her unfinished plate of pasta. As he noticed her eyes upon him, he looked away. His stomach loudly growled and Tyler couldn't contain the chuckle that she uttered. "You can have it. I'm full anyways." Dean gratefully dragged the plate over to his side and dug in. She decided to call Sam, to see what he'd found out and if Serena was safe. But before she could even dial his number, her phone rang. She picked up and froze as she became aware of Sam's voice on the other side. But everything he said blew past her after his initial words.
"Serena disappeared."