Well-Aged Like Swiss Cheese
Chapter 7: The Riding Saddle Bar
Dinner was complete. The dishes cleaned and being dried by Sam and Dean. They joked back and forth as they worked. The song "Moves Like Jagger" played in the background. Dean wished Susan had better taste in music, but no woman was perfect. Thinking about her caused him to get lost in his thoughts.
Sam snapped Dean with the towel. "Snap out of it".
"Ouch!" Dean rubbed his thigh where the towel had smacked him.
"Your head has to be in the game. That woman you keep daydreaming about, is putting herself out there on a limb and is expecting you to be on your A game."
"I know. Alright."
Susan came into the kitchen wearing a form-fitting leather, Matrix-like outfit. She had a couple of guns attached at thigh and a very small, obviously custom-made, retractable bow at the small of her waist. She put a black trench coat over a kitchen chair. The boys stood staring at her, mouths slightly gaping. Dean let at an appreciative sigh.
Susan turned, "How do I look?" Neither of the brothers responded. "I'll take that as great," She smiled.
"What kind-of club are you going to dressed like that?" Sam suspected he knew the answer but was hoping he was wrong.
"The kind a vampire likes. A little bit off the Princeton boys' radars, I would imagine. We'll have to make a stop to get you boys some appropriate attire."
Sam and Dean slowly got out of the Impala outside of the Riding Saddle bar. They slowly walked away from the car. Dean looked like he'd just gotten off a 10 day stent riding a horse and Sam kept squatting and picking at his backside.
"I just feel like I've gotten something stuck up my butt," Sam squatted. The black leather didn't give much.
"I told you to not wear the underwear." Dean continued his awkward swagger. "It just keeps rubbing funny."
"Guys, you look ridiculous. You seriously look like you've got something stuck up your ass." Susan was grinning and obviously enjoying their misery. There is something that leather does to man's ass that makes them so damn pinch-able.
She walked next to them and looped her arms into theirs. "Stand-up like men." Her black trench coat waved out behind her.
The door man was skeptical of the three. He stood guard in his black denim pants and tight black t-shirt. He had a leather studded dog collar. He was the perfect doorman. Large, muscular and had perfected "the don't mess with me" glare. His bar hadn't had problems in a long time. That's the way he liked it. He looked the three up and down. The female looked very comfortable in her clothes. She was the type of woman who could be standing in a crowd completely naked and be comfortable. The men she had with her, looked miserable. The doorman assumed the two men had been hoping to get laid and didn't realize she was a bit on the odd side. He ultimately let them in. They were harmless.
Clara had been staking out the club for 45 minutes before Susan and the brothers showed up. She immediately recognized the tall one who'd helped her escape. Sam was his name. He seemed genuine. She had to laugh as she watched them approach the bar. She held up the binoculars and peered thru them. Sam had amazing dimples. He was quite attractive with slightly messy hair, large hands. She was a sucker for dimples and large hands. She watched the doorman hesitantly let the three in. And then, went on with her surveillance.
She didn't have to sit in the borrowed car for long before she spotted her target. There the bastard was, striding into the bar with two young women with him. He held the leashes attached to the woman's matching metal studded collars. Peering thru the binoculars, she saw that the woman were heavily tattooed and had several facial piercings. She shuddered and fought off the urge to attack him. Every ounce of her being wanted to jump out of the car and release all of her ammo into him. She knew doing this would end in two deaths; her's and her daughter's. She was certain Sara was still alive and she had to play it safe to keep her that way.
In a dark, hidden portion of a mansion on the other side of the state, a vampire was tied to a chair with an IV of dead man's blood. She moaned from the discomfort of the poison. The young woman standing over her slowly turned down the poison. A group of men, stood behind her with dead man's blood laced weapons.
"Are you ready to answer a few questions?" The young woman asked sweetly as if she was asking her if she wanted pie for desert.
"I will answer whatever you want. Just shut off the blood." The vampire's voice was raspy, as she tried to speak without coughing. A slight line of blood was coming out of the corner of her mouth. "Please. I promise." Her eyes begged for mercy.
"Very well then," the young woman turned the blood down a bit more. "Now tell me what I want to know."
After she received what she needed, the woman left the vampire to the men with the weapons. By this time the vampire was too weak to fight back. She laid there and accepted her fate with welcoming arms. The first blow was to her legs she heard the crack of her bone. The second to her torso cracking two ribs which punctured her lung. The third was the last one of the ten that she remembered. It was the killing blow to her head. As the world went black, the vampire smiled. It was all over. She could rest now. She was at peace.
"It is done. We know where to find William," the young woman reported to Eddie and her mother.
The music thumped loudly. The stage had an S&M show which seemed to occupy most of the crowd's attention. The others were either kissing up on someone or basically making out on the dance floor. Everyone in the bar had on leather. Everyone except the staff, they were black denim and black t-shirts.
Susan had been keeping a close eye on the door since their arrival. She spotted her father as soon as he walked in. She pointed him out to Dean and Sam. She warned them to be careful, most likely there were more vampires in this place as they seem drawn to the scene of painful sex. She recognized the two woman with him since they were with him the last time she'd found him. They were human, barely. He kept them drugged and they worshipped him. They stayed with him in hopes that he would change them. He never did. The bastard, she thought, holds on to their hopes and keeps them high.
The three made their way to the dance floor after pausing briefly in front of the stage. Her father smiled and whispered in the girls' ears. Apparently what he said was funny because the girls laughed and then accompanied him to the dance floor. This is where they stayed most of the night groping each other. Finally, sick to her stomach, Susan approached him. He saw her coming and dismissed his lady friends.
"Hello my daughter," he outstretched his arms for a hug.
"You've got to be kidding me." Susan's eyes narrowed.