Harvelle Supernatural
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Chapter 2: Bloodlust
Skylar's POV
Another day in the life of the bar. Luckily, it's all hunters this time, as they clean their guns, gamble, drink, and share stories. Jo was off duty playing poker. By the looks on the men's faces of irritation, Jo has the upper hand. Meanwhile, Ellen ran the bar, and Ash was in his room doing God knows what.
Meanwhile I took a tray and passing around ordered drinks and small meals. Ellen was chatting with the clients having a good conversation. She chuckled, shaking her head at a joke when the primary phone rang. Waving at the patron, she answered the phone. I was at the bar washing some glasses and filling them with fresh beer.
"Harvelle's Roadhouse," Ellen said on the phone. After a moment, mom smiled, "Sam, it's good to hear from you. You boys are okay, aren't you? Yeah shoot . . . Yeah, I know Gordon. . . He's a real good hunter. Why you asking?" Suddenly mom's face got serious. "Don't do that, Sam... Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, you boys let him handle it and move on. . . No, Sam, you just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"
Ellen nodded as she listened to Sam Winchester for a moment. I know who Gordon is. He comes here once in a while to get a drink when in Nebraska or look for a case. One time he came up to me asking if I had caught wind of vampire activity. I did, but I gave the file to another hunter the previous day.
Gordon got furious and grabbed my wrist, demanding I get him a copy. Jo and Ash were lucky enough to get that abuser off of me, and then Ash got on my laptop and downloaded the case for him. We never told Ellen of this, though she had her suspicions after seeing me wearing long sleeves for two weeks followed by an armband and tacky large jewelry.
I was about to make the next round of beer when Ellen called me over.
She handed me the phone, mouthing, "Ten minutes."
I nodded and answered the phone. "Hey Sam, what's up?"
"Same ole, same ole," he answered. Then sighed, "What can you tell me about vampires?"
"Well, they don't sparkle in the sunlight, that's for sure," I replied with a chuckled.
Sam chuckled on the other end, "Anything else?"
"Um, from what I'd heard, they have retractable teeth. So, you have to look at the gums. Also, sunlight doesn't burn them, just irritates like someone waking up with a hard hangover. Only to kill them is beheading, and dead man's blood is toxic to them. Why do ya ask?" I said.
"Dean and I found some vampires beheaded by Gordon, and there is some connection with cow mutilation. It doesn't make any sense," Sam explained.
"Unless they are vegetarians," I joked.
"Vegetarians?" Sam asked, confused.
"Oh, just novels and media fiction on Vampires that don't want to eat humans and thrive on animal blood. Ergo the saying vegetarians. Blood is blood to any vampire." I said.
"True," Sam agreed.
"And Sam," I started.
"Yeah," he said.
"Be careful. Gordon, his mind is on tunnel vision. He'll do whatever it takes to kill every vampire in this country. He's a vampire hunter. Nothing else matters but vampires," I explained.
" . . . Thanks for the warning. I'll keep that in mind." Sam said. "So . . . how did the application go?"
"Sent all three and now waiting," I answered, smiling a little.
"Don't be afraid to call if ya need help with anything." He offered.
"I'll keep that in mind. I'll text first, and you call back, so I know you're on a hunt and such." I suggested.
"Okay," Sam agreed.
We exchange a few words, followed by trading cell phone numbers, till the ten minutes were up. Afterward, I went back to work, handing out orders as usual. Once again, Jo won the poker games, earning herself a few hundred dollars. Knowing her, it shall be at her Get Away from Here jar. She's been saving for when she has enough money; she'll head out and start hunting. Mom always taught us, is use credit cards wisely. Never use fake names and steal money that the IRS and cops will follow you. Thus, Jo is saving to not deal with the bank.
I, on the other hand, save money for college and probably a better future. Once I get a bachelor's degree, I'm leaving the hunter community. That is what mom wanted. Us girls to grow up a normal life, have a college degree, get married, have kids, and grow old. No supernatural interference or anything to risk our lives. That is what I'm planning. Sure, I'll keep my research and hand out cases, but once I'm accepted, that is it.
"Hey Sky, another round!" Ash called from his corner, waving an empty beer bottle.
"And how many have you had?" I asked, walking over to him.
"Um . . . five?" he answered.
"Last one, okay," I told him, collecting the empty bottle and got him a new one.
"Thanks, Sky," Ash praised.
"No problem." I chuckled, messing his hair, then went back to work.
Another thing I'm going to miss when going to college is Ash. Maybe he'll be my go-to for emergency homework contacts. Not seeing him every day will be sad. Mr. Funny and Smart. An older brother figure these past few years. But it's the risk I got to take.
I know, I know, this is a short chapter. But I'll try to make the next chapter longer.
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