Eleven

LeSalle took the straight shot ahead of him and looked into the eyes of one of the spirits before taking his weapon and firing at her. She howled in pain as the salt rounds made their way into her viscous being and she vanished without a trace. Delilah ran close behind him, covering his behind and Drew was tailing the group with Dean, Sam and Deacon. LeSalle didn't really enjoy the thought of his lifetime 'worst enemy' being out of his sight, but then he remembered Deacon had come to him seeking help so he put their less than friendly relationship behind him as he blasted round after round of salt at angry spirits coming at his band of hunters. He'd known their guns would be prepped with all kinds of things to ward off ghosts and other creatures that went bump in the night. He'd given them the knives as a precautionary weapon lest a ghost get too close to them.

He heard Delilah curse under her breath as she tripped over an uplifted piece of concrete and fell. LeSalle stopped immediately, motioning for the others to run past him as he helped Delilah to her feet. She gasped as a spirit took form right behind LeSalle and he spun his head around just long enough to see her malevolent face contorting and twisting in rage as she reached for his arm. LeSalle knocked her away and unsheathed his knife. Delilah was at his back now and she too had drawn her weapon as three more ghosts had surrounded them and were waiting to attack. LeSalle cursed under his breath, but then looked straight into the eyes of the ghost which had tried to touch him and she recoiled. She could see the hint of purplish haze in his eyes. She may have been long dead, but most spirits knew of the power Warlocks had over them.

"That's right," LeSalle said to her. "I could make you my bitch, but I'd rather kill you again first."

LeSalle thrust his knife at the spirit and it went straight through her before she shrieked and dissipated. Delilah followed suit as she slashed at the other two, rotating in a circle with LeSalle. It was one of their oldest fighting techniques they broke out only when they really needed to. The pair successfully vanquished all the spirits for the time being and took off after the rest of the group.

"You couldn't have though to tell me any of this before now," Delilah said as they sprinted to keep up, bringing the knives down on the spirits which manifested in their path. "I mean c'mon Salle I'm your best friend for God's sake!"

"You think I'd have loved for my only family to see me as a freak for the rest of my basically eternal life?" LeSalle asked her and Delilah was immediately hit with a wall of emotion. She couldn't believe LeSalle would even suggest that Drew and she would hate him or see him differently. "I'd have become nothing more than something we all hunt. Besides I think now's hardly the time to be lecturing me when we have a city to save."

LeSalle couldn't tell if Delilah was hurt by his words, but if she was she hid it well. Her normal stoic look returned and she followed him as though they were in any other hunt. Her eyes were fixed on their third family member Drew who was busy tangling with a ghost. LeSalle swooped in and slashed through the spirit in a clean sweep before continuing his running.

"Keep up Drewby," LeSalle laughed a little, it wasn't one of humor though more of circumstance. Drew gave him an annoyed, but relieved look before joining in the trio. It felt like they were whole once again, hunting again and taking life by the horns before they'd all go get a beer, but LeSalle feared if they didn't act soon there was going to be no beer involved ever again. "You're getting slow in your old age!"

"Oh shut it Sallie," Drew used LeSalle's pet name, more so for he was afraid of the outcome of their latest hunt too. "I'm not even thirty yet!"

Delilah laughed too, more so because of circumstance too and the trio caught up with Dean, Sam and Deacon who had just finished eliminating a group of spirits and Deacon motioned for them to follow him in the direction of the restaurant where his friends had died. LeSalle took the reins, moving swiftly around the side of the restaurant in the shadows hoping they wouldn't be seen. He caught sight of movement and narrowed his eyes. He turned the corner, gun raised and almost fired when the figure held its hands up and nearly yelled his ear off.

"Damn it LeSalle Parker," Amber, his friend said in a harsh whisper after cursing at him. "Ya could've killed me!"

"Amber," LeSalle asked. "The hell are ya doing here?"

"I felt a disturbance," she explained. "Ya know the kind OUR kind can only feel? So I investigated. There's a damn lotta ghosts out there and something is bringing 'em up from their graves."

"Yeah well as glad as I am 'ta be seeing someone else like me," LeSalle sheathed his gun. "Ya shouldn't be here. Ya could get killed."

"So could you," she retorted and began to follow him back around the corner. "I wanna help. There's only so much those hunters can do. It's our time to shine, whether they know what you are or not and—"

LeSalle's jaw twitched in way she could easily identify as nervousness.

"They know," Amber was putting piece by piece together. "But you don't want them 'ta see ya do it. Damn it LeSalle it ain't like ya jerkin off! You know what we can do to get rid of these things and you're just too afraid to finally use those powers ya daddy gave you."

LeSalle pushed Amber up against the wall, holding her by her collar and he glared at her. He didn't want to waste any more time than he'd already wasted arguing with his Witch friend, but he wanted to set her straight before they went in head first.

"We use our powers as a last resort," LeSalle instructed her with a demanding tone that could've easily made her insides melt with fear. "We do not use them before then. Trust me we'll know when the last resort is. Until then we both are gonna fight like hunters. Ya hear me?"

"Loud and clear Colombo," Amber replied. "Now put me down we're wasting time."

LeSalle let her go and the pair trudged around the corner back to his group of ready hunters. He introduced Amber as his friend, not going into the details of her job or her bloodline which they shared where the Dark Arts were concerned. LeSalle simply motioned for everyone to form a circle and they all discussed their plan.

"We go in clean," LeSalle said. "We come out clean. Our ultimate goal is to close the portal that Eve bitch is letting these spirits through. Don't get hurt and don't die comprendo?"

Everyone nodded and Deacon looked a little like he might pee his pants. LeSalle considered it poetic justice if he did and lined up in front of everyone before counting down as the group advanced quickly on the unsuspecting spirits and sprung.

Reviews are appreciated!

What will LeSalle's family think if he has to use those powers? Besides it's not like something would...push him to is it? I'm so evil...

More to come soon!