A/N
Hey guys forgot to put in the first chapter that this is actually a crossover with 'Dead witch walking' by Kim Harrison. I couldn't find the book in the list to announce it as such but if you have read both books then you will probably notice a few similar things. If you haven't read Dead witch walking then i definitely recommend it, Kim is a genius. So anyway i don't own anything but my OC.
The hotel was easy enough to find, it definitely wasn't five stars but i had slept in worse places. After booking a room i scouted the place out, taking note of every entrance and exit before finally falling into bed only pausing long enough to put up a few security charms.
When i awoke the sun was half way across the sky. Glancing at the old alarm clock sitting precariously on the bedside table it announced that it was twenty five past one in the afternoon. The fact that i had slept for a little over fifteen hours didn't surprise me in the slightest, what did surprised me however was that it was an undisturbed sleep, something that was a rarity for me. Heaving myself out of bed and lazily grabbing some clothes i made my way to the rooms adjoined bathroom. The strong smell of bleach and air freshener churned my stomach but at least i knew that it was clean. Turning to the shower and turning it on a sigh of relief left me when the water began to heat up under hand, hot water, thank god.
While it turned out that i did have hot water i only had enough to send fifteen minutes under the pressurized spray before the pipes began protesting and spluttering out cold water. The fifteen minutes however were heaven and when i did step out of the shower i felt better then i had in days. Drying off and pulling on a pair of old faded blue jeans that had holes in the knees and an old black tank top that was slightly to small on the length. Taking the time to blow dry my hair with the travel friendly hair dryer that was supplied with the room i then pulled the slightly frizzy curls into a bobble before brushing my teeth and announcing myself ready for the day.
Exiting the bathroom into the main bedroom it took a few seconds to hunt down some foot wear after i had thrown them off the previous night in my hurry to get to bed. Once found i pulled on the steel toe boots that had seen better days before placing the silver dagger that was under my pillow in my left boot while a silver smith + wesson 5906 pistol was placed in its ankle hostel in my right boot. The small gun was loaded for werewolves and the cold steel was a familiar reassuring weight against my ankle. Pulling on a pair of sunglasses and grabbing my duffle bag and jacket i finally exited the rented room, locking the door tightly. After being robbed quite a few times in the passed, experience had taught me not to leave anything valuable in a hotel room while i wasn't there.
Unlocking the car and throwing the bag into the boot before sliding into the front seat i stared at the wheel hopefully while turning the key in the ignition. Exhaling in relief when the car started with a sputtering that was in no way normal i made a point to book it in to the garage at some point during my stay as i pulled out of the hotel car park.
The dinner i chose was one that was only a block from the hotel, the idea of dealing with all of the hormonal teenagers didn't appeal to me and i was glad to see there was very few cars parked outside the cafe when i pulled up. It smelt absolutely heavenly, immediately upon entry my stomach had released an embarrassingly loud rumble of appreciation at the smell of bacon and sausage in the air.
While my body was complaining about its lack of real food nothing on the menu really caught my fancy so when the waitress with a pin on her uniform declaring her a Claire approached the table i just picked something that i knew i wouldn't turn down.
'What can i get you?', Claire asked with a smile so big that it gave me phantom cheek pains just by looking at her.
'Um, a coffee, black. and a slice of your cherry pie. Thank you'. The woman's smile didn't lesson as she wrote down the order and i quickly handed her the menu in my hand when she looked up in order to avoid the uncomfortable situation of her realizing that i had been staring at her down-turned face with a grimace.
'Coming right up', she beamed before turning away to flash her absurdly white teeth at another customer.
God i was unsocial. Pulling the sunglasses from my face and frowning at the realization that i had been on my own for to long id forgotten how to behave around people properly. Sighing and pulling a forgotten newspaper closer i chose to ignore my shortcomings and start flicking through. When my order arrived i remembered to thank the waitress with a strained smile of my own before turning back to the paper and eating a mouth full of the pie. It was surprisingly good. Closing my eyes for a few seconds to fully appreciate the taste i then opened them and flicked to the renting advertisement section of the paper.
Like my usual routine i would stay in the hotel for a few days until i knew if i had anyone following me then once safe, i would rent a flat and get a job until it became necessary to move on again. This had been my routine for four years now. Some towns i could stay in longer then overs but i had never felt safe enough to stay any where for longer then seven months. I always ended up grabbing a bag and running. While it was exhausting and lonely it was all i really knew. After the first few moves i stopped making any connections because it was hard to cut them completely when i left. God i was so screwed up, the only home i had, the only place i felt safe was in my car and that wasn't likely to change any time soon.