The sun shone brightly into the window of the loft, Noah blinked. Dang, I forgot to close the blinds again. Glancing at her watch, it ready 5:43. Just great, perfect. She thought to herself. She tossed the covers off her only to be greeted by Tom.
Her heart kipped beats. He smiled.
"Where were you?"
"Noah…-
"I called for you until I was blue in the face!"
The sound of footsteps made her stop, holding her breathe as Sam's head popped up.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Go away Sammy."
"You have an imaginary friend?" asks Sam, Noah took her pillow and tossed it at his head.
Sam ducked barely as the pillow scrapped by his head, "Moody much."
"What are you doing up anyways?" asks Noah.
"Nightmare."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No. Not really."
SPNSPNPN
"Campbell? Eh?" the bartender drawled out the words, "you wouldn't happen to be related to the Campbell clan wouldja?"
The bartender was a balding man in his late sixties or so, he was reading over Matt's check. Matt had caved on helping with Caleb, he needed it.
"I dunno," Matt answered honestly, "was my mom's maiden name."
The bartender stared long and hard at him starring him over. Matt couldn't help but to feel a bit self conscious as he scratched his neck.
"What was your mother's name?"
"Mary." Matt coughed out.
The bartender's eyes grew wide and he looked around almost in fear, "Mary you say?"
Matt and Caleb exchanged a glance. Matt leaned forward and raised his eyebrow, "did you know my mother?"
The bartender cast his look downward, "when she was known as Squirt. She's my sister's kid."
"Well this is a nice family reunion. But-
Matt's eyes focused on the bartender or rather his uncle, who was watching around him as if waiting for an attack.
"Why are you afraid?"
"You don't know do you?"
"What?"
"All of us every single one who was close to Mary, anyone who ever helped her or was her friend end up dying in some kind of freak accident. Sorry boy, but sitting here talking to her kid its bit nerve racking."
"Freak accidents?"
"Fires, electrocutions, biking, heart attacks, plane crashes anything you name it boy. The thing that killed her wanted to hid its tracks."
Matt picked up his head, "thing? You're a hunter?"
"So was your mother kid. Campbells have been hunting since the Mayflower."
Matt had to fight the resist to snort, his mother a hunter?
"Na, Na, Na, Na, Hey Jude," And his mother smiled as she kissed his forehead and pulled the covers over him, "goodnight Ducky. Angels are watching over you."
"What do you know about the thing that killed her?" Caleb pressed.
"Not much. Asides from that it killed my sister, her husband, Mary. And many others. Look kid, get lost I don't want to be next."
Matt felt himself shaking, the whole thought of his mother knowing about hunting as she assured him there were no monsters under his bed, or checking his closet for them. Why didn't she do more? Lay salt lines? Take protection? Huh? He allowed Caleb to lead him out of the bar.
"You with me?"
"No. My mother's a hunter, was a hunter. And she still died."
"Mattie, I don't know what happened to your mother sometimes these things just get the better of hunters-
"How about a hunter who has ancestors on the Mayflower? How could she have not known?" Matt yelled out in exasperation hitting his fist into the side of the building, his knuckles cried out in protest, "its one thing to not know and get killed, but it's another not to protect yourself and your family!"
Caleb grabbed his wrist, "do you honestly think your mother wanted to die like that? Leave four kids behind? Your Dad? No. Whatever killed her is good if it can kill all the rest of these hunters. Look we're going to kill it-
"No. Me, my father and my brothers and sister are going to kill this thing. Make it regret every stepping into our home."
"Okay," Caleb held up his hands, "but first we've got to take out this werewolf, and take your hand to the E.R."
"No I can take it to Kira, she's in nursing school."