Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Supernatural.
I returned to school the following week, with the information about Oliver weighing heavily on my mind. Missouri said it was my job to help him, but what if I didn't want to? It wasn't fair. I basically got stuck babysitting him, making sure he didn't do anything…evil. Looking out for the spawn of the yellow-eyed demon wasn't exactly in my job description. Oh, and that crush on him? After a long night of debating, I decided I wasn't too fond of him anymore. Finding out that your would-be boyfriend is a demon can do that to you. That futuristic premonition wasn't going to happen at this rate.
However, I knew Oliver and I needed to at least talk. Accomplishing that much would make Missouri happier. I waited until lunch to get a word with him, since he ended up sitting a few tables away from mine. I sat alone and ate rather quickly, then approached Oliver. I took a seat across from him, and he looked up at me rather surprised.
"We need to talk." I told him.
This was an order, not a request. Judging by look on his face, I got the impression that he was aware that I knew about his big secret.
"Not here," he whispered. Oliver got up, grabbed me by the wrist and led me to an abandoned corridor. "You went to see Missouri, and you still want something to do with me?" He kept his voice down, just in case. "Alyxandria—" he glanced around cautiously before finishing his sentence, "I am a demon, for crying out loud!"
"I know that." I whispered back.
"Then why are we having this conversation?" he asked. "I mean, I thought you would've hated me by now, with all that my father's done to your family."
"I never said I liked you," I said defensively. "Honestly, you're not my favorite person right now, but according to Missouri, I have to help you."
"Help me? I'm the last person you should be helping," He laughed sarcastically. "I can't exactly control this, Alyx. I don't know how you can possibly help. I don't want you getting involved."
"It's a little too late for that, don't you think?" I countered. "Missouri said that I have to save you from becoming like your father…that you can fight this, if you try."
"That's impossible," Oliver sighed. "Alyx, I'm starting to have black outs, where I can't remember what I've done. I've tried to hurt my own mother without even knowing it. I could hurt you…I could kill you…"
"I'm a Healer." I pointed out.
"You never know what could happen," he advised. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I made an attempt to harm you. Your family doesn't need to loose another person to us. I don't want your blood on my hands."
Hold on…did he like me? Why did he care about my well being so much? I sure as hell didn't give a rat's ass about him anymore.
"Fine," I answered. "I didn't want to help you anyway." Okay, so that was a bit childish, but I didn't care. I started to walk off, when he grabbed my wrist.
"Wait," he said. "Maybe…"
"What?" I asked impatiently.
"Maybe you can do something to help."
"Like?" I prompted. He kept changing his mind about this situation; I was getting confused on where exactly we stood.
"I was thinking about an exorcism." He suggested. He said the word 'exorcism' reluctantly.
"Why? What do you think that'll do? You're not possessed. You are a demon."
"I wasn't sure. I only thought that it might possibly help in some way…"
"I doubt it," I answered. "But we could try. I mean, it might kill you or something. I've never done it on someone who wasn't possessed. Actually, I've never done an exorcism by myself; technically, I'm not supposed to."
"Would you do it for me?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"Only if you're willing to risk your life. I have no idea what could happen."
"Okay." He agreed. We walked back to the cafeteria, where we exchanged screen names so I could contact him. We had to wait for a night when Dad and Sam went out, obviously. I knew that would take awhile; besides hunting, the two of them didn't get out much.
I shouldn't have given him my screen name, because the next weekend, he IM-ed me out of nowhere.
BackInBlack360: hey AlyxHunterChick67: what do u want?
I was kind of annoyed; I didn't really want to talk to him, but I continued to anyway, just to see what he was up to.
HunterChick67: u didn't burn down the neighborhood or something, did u?BackInBlack360: very funny. No, I didn't cause any sort of destruction. I swear.
HunterChick67: I dunno if I can trust u. demons aren't known for their honesty…
BackInBlack360: I'm only half demon.
HunterChick67: whatever.
HunterChick67: now y r u IM-ing me?
BackInBlack360: um, well I wanted to know if u wanted to go out for coffee or something…to talk about the plans for the exorcism…
He was totally asking me out. Him, of all people! Asking me out. After I told him I hated his guts. What the hell was wrong with this guy? I couldn't go 'out for coffee'—that would definitely be categorized as a date. I refused to go on a date with a demon. That's just…illegal. Well, for hunters anyway…I think. Was there some sort of rule against this? I mean, there has to be, considering we hunt demons.
HunterChick67: I can't.
BackInBlack360: y not?
Uh…maybe because I don't like you all that much?
HunterChick67: I have plans.
Yeah, like I actually have a social life.
BackInBlack360: ur just making up stupid excuses…Damn him. I guess he was aware of my pathetic social status. The fact that I sit alone in lunch most likely gave that away.
HunterChick67: what u can read minds now?BackInBlack360: maybe
BackInBlack360: so will u go?
I thought long and hard about it, weighing the options for all of two and a half minutes. Back when Oliver was a new student, I would've killed to get the chance to go on a date with him. But now, things were different. I sighed and made the decision quickly.
HunterChick67: I guess so. But this is not a date, got it?
BackInBlack360: I never said it was.
Oh, yeah, right. It was so implied. Jerk.
BackInBlack360: so…I'll meet u at that little Internet café downtown at 7?HunterChick67: sure. See u then.
I was probably going to hate myself later for this, but whatever. I mean, we're getting coffee and talking about business, basically. It was no big deal. Right? I signed off, glancing at the clock. It was 6:30. I had about twenty minutes to get changed and freshen up. I had to make myself at least look somewhat presentable.
I threw on a pair of jeans, a red T-shirt and a black zip-up hoodie. After re-applying some eyeliner, I stuffed fifteen dollars into my pocket, and headed downstairs. Dad was in the living room cleaning his guns while Sam sat grading papers.
"Where are you going?" Dad asked. I know it was a bit strange for him to see me looking like I was actually going to go out somewhere on a Saturday night. I usually spent Saturdays with Kylie. Since her death, I only moped around the house in my pajamas on the weekends, eating Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
"I wanted to head downtown for a bit," I stated, picking up my keys and favorite leather jacket. "Go shopping or something…" I was lying to them, and I felt horrible.
"All right, but be careful." Dad warned.
"I will." I called, as I walked out the door.
This was going to be one interesting night.