THE NEXT DAY (In Word, this is a huge font size and I like it because I think it goes along well with what Seth and Evan are doing with the show. But when I upload it to here, it shrinks. Can anyone help or do I just have to suck it up and deal?)

Smoke hung in the air from Cassidy's cigarette. He was one of about five people in the bar and he wasn't sure if he expected more or less on a Monday night. He poured himself another drink from the bottle the bartender had placed in front of him and began to wonder if Anna had found somewhere better to be. Before he could feel sad, she pushed open the door and everyone turned to watch her. When she took the seat next to Cassidy, the chatter resumed. Anna inspected his bottle of Ratwater Whiskey and ordered herself rum.

"Thought yeh weren't gonna make it," Cassidy grunted.

Anna looked at the clock above the bar. It was eight o'three. "Well fuck you too. Next time your demon friend ditches you and you have to chase her halfway across New York City before cell phones and shit- let me know."

Cassidy's stomach dropped, feeling like an asshole. "Jaysis. Is that what happened last time?"

She nodded as she traded the bartender a large bill for her drink. "So what have you been up to for the past sixty years and what are you doing in Annville?"

He poured out another drink, wondering what the point was of a glass so small. "Alright, but then you go and why yeh're still alive and pretty, yeah?"

"Deal. Go ahead." Anna leaned back and took a sip.

"Been up and down the east coast mainly, bit of the Midwest- that was shite. I haven't made it all the way yet. I left New York in the 40s. Been back once or twice. I was in New Orleans for a bit. I met another vampire there. What a wanker- took the whole Lestat thing to heart. He even had a cult of goth humans worshipping him. He killed a lot of people too- fucking wanker, really."

Anna put a hand on Cassidy's arm to calm him down. The sudden contact startled him into silence.

"Well, anyway, I've just been wandering," he continued after polishing off the whiskey left in his glass. "I'm currently on the run from these religious zealot types- vampire hunters. They got me in a plane and I had to take 'em out, but ended up taking out the plane in the process. I had to jump. I landed here. Then I met Jesse here, he was breaking some guy's arm to make a fucking bunny sound, yeah? It was fucking sick. He's letting me stay up at the church. Your turn."

Anna scoffed and shook her head at the way he spoke- as if the vampire hunters weren't the most interesting and important part of the story. She didn't begin speaking right away. She paused with her lips still on the rim of the glass, not knowing where to begin.

"So how old are ye then?" Cassidy narrowed his eyes at her.

"I don't know exactly. I have an idea, but it's only an estimation. Dad's in the Bible, though," she shrugged.

"Shite," Cassidy muttered under his breath.

Anna nodded, understanding his reaction. "I'm out here visiting him. He moved to Texas about ten years ago and I've always made a point of seeing him wherever he lived, but he's not doing too well."

"Is he ill?" Cassidy asked.

"No, no. God cursed him, he can't die, but he's tired of living. I'm not, not even close," she clarified. "He got stuck with it for killing his brother, but I made a deal with the devil."

Cassidy laughed. "Fucking hell, really?"

Anna smiled along with him. "Yep. I told him I wanted to live forever and always be young. He said 'sure thing, sweetheart, but when the time comes you have to gather the demons and lead the army into battle against the angles.'"

"Yeh're taking the piss, aren't yeh? This is all good craic to yeh?" He knew about crazy, but demons and angels- that was insanity.

"I'm not. I swear, I'm not, Proinsais. I sold my soul and payment is due on the apocalypse." She wanted desperately for him to believe her, but didn't give him a chance for the information to sink in. "Anyway, I left New York a few days later and headed west. I still live in San Francisco; I own a nightclub out there."

By now, 3/4 of his whiskey was gone and he continued to drink. "So that's it, then. Ye command a legion of demons and own a club in California," he scoffed.

Anna slid her empty glass towards the bartender and stood up. "It was good seeing you again, Proinsais," she said.

"Ach, no wait! I'm sorry. I'm completely bollocksed, don't go!" Cassidy called after her, realizing too late that he had been rude. She was already out the door, though and either didn't hear him or chose to ignore his pleas.

She slid behind the wheel of the Mustang and immediately punched the dash. She was pissed at him for being a sarcastic asshole. She was pissed at herself for being offended when she normally would have found it funny. Anna started the car and put it in gear, but as soon as it roared to life she shifted down and killed the engine. "Fuck!" she yelled slamming the car door shut. Annoyed enough to stab someone, she began walking back to her father's apartment although the sidewalk swam in front of her.

Cassidy finished the bottle and began stumbling back to the church. On the way, he stopped at a liquor store to buy another bottle for his journey.

The interior of the church was dark, but Cassidy was able to make out Jesse sitting on the steps in front of the altar, lighting a cigarette. The preacher didn't look up at his friend until he spoke.

"Sure ye can be doin that in a house of God, mate?" Cassidy snorted, sitting next to him.

"I'm sure he don't mind. I could be doing a hell of a lot worse," Jesse answered as he exhaled. "You alright?"

"No," Cassidy chuckled. "I was out with Anna and fuck, I really cocked it up."

Jesse laughed. His voiced echoed off the empty walls. "Anna? That girl could crush you."

"Aye," Cassidy agreed. "That's what I like about her. She'll never talk to me again, mate. I was such an arsehole."

"Flowers. Get her flowers," Jesse told him. "Girls love that shit."

Cassidy looked at him like he was insane. "She's not really the roses and chocolates type, though, is she?" he scoffed. "She'd probably be happier with some deadly nightshade."

Jesse stood and extinguished the cigarette on the bottom of his boot. "Well if you don't apologize… it was nice knowing you, Cass."

"Aw, fuck." Cassidy buried his face in his hands as Jesse walked away. The sudden movement caused the room to spin so he slowly lowered himself onto his side. He laid with one arm under his head and his knees curled up in an attempt to ease his stomach. The motion sickness returned anyway and he closed his eyes, imagining stable land, before passing out entirely.