Three

"Alright, stop me if you've heard this one," Charlie warns with a chuckle, " A Vampire, a Witch and a Werewolf board a plane, the bloodsucker says to the furry — eh oooh shit."

I look to Charlie to see why he cut himself off and following his gaze I see, oh my god, a Witch, a Vamp and a Were looking up at my father from their seats with heated expressions.

"Why hi there nice folks, 'scuse me, pardon me just tryna find our seats." He looks to our tickets embarrassedly then around the plane clearly wanting to escape their pointed gazes.

I can't hold my laughter in any more, small giggles escaping me no matter how hard I try to keep them in.

Charlie pushes past only to stop short with a nasty expletive. I follow his gaze again to see our seats are directly behind the trio of enraged glares.

I don't even try to keep my hearty laughter to myself, now, as it wracks my body, and forces me to use the head rest of the vamps seat just so I don't collapse.

"Shut it, ya lil shit." Pops growls, stuffing our carry ons in the overhead compartment.

He pushes me into the window seat, knowing I wouldn't make it by myself, and plops down beside me, not looking at anyone.

The insulted threesome then turn in theirs seats to stare at Charlie and I laugh harder, tears leaking from my eyes.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay!" Charlie hisses, not looking up.

The vamp raises a single pale eyebrow, his golden eyes giving nothing away.

"No, no that's alright little human," The witch purrs softly, her pudgy face showing she's enjoying my dads discomfort, "finish."

"I — I" Charlie stutters, "I don't even remember were I was in the joke."

"The Vamp character was about to speak to the Were Character." The Vampire helps.

We all look at my dad expectantly, the Supernaturals with righteous condemnation and me just plain old mocking, enjoying my Pops's discomfort.

"Yeah, Pops, what did the bloodsucker say to the furry — Ow!" I pull my elbow from his pinching grip and soothe the aching skin.

He's eyes dart up and seeing he's not getting out of this, he reluctantly and meekly, without looking up at his audience, finishes his joke.

"Hmpf — they board the plane and the Vampire says to the Werewolf, 'I'm starvin', who we eatin' first?' To which the Werewolf replies, 'Oh, I don't know how about that Witch over there?' And the Witch, hearing this . . . Oh geez — The Witch hearing this asks for the magic word. Without pause the Vamp and Were say 'Satan' in sync and the Witch . . . opens her legs."

The last part is said so quietly, I'm surprised I heard it but I know the Supernaturals in front of us had no problem.

I want to laugh, but goddamn why did it have to be a 'Witch is a whore' joke.

I know my dad doesn't actually hate Witches or any supernatural beings, I mean he hooked up with my mom, a Witch, for a long time, but dammit the guy is worse than a bible thumper in an Atheist Association with his slurs.

It's been a few seconds and nobody has moved, us humans waiting for their reaction before we say another thing. Lord — these otherworldly beings scare the crap outa me with their eerie stillness.

God, they're gonna kill us.

Imagine my surprise when the Vamp and Were start laughing loudly, poking and jostling the blushing, mean mugging, Witch.

"That's not funny! We don't worship Satan!" She bites out, looking like she wants to climb over her seat and throttle Pops.

"Ahh, shucks, ma'am, I'm aware of that, I don't mean anything by it, hell this ones mother was a Witch," Charlie throws a thumb my way, looking more relaxed and starting to put on his good ole boy charm. Guy is in his mid thirties and can still pull off a swanky smile and cozy voice. "It's just a joke, I got tons of 'em, you ever hear about the human who got stuck in the Witches cauldron?"

The hefty Witch perks up at that and I know we're in the clear as Pops throws our race into the spelling pot to appease his audience.

I lean back in my seat, buckled up nice and tight and let my fathers raunchy humor ease me to sleep. We haven't even lifted off yet but I already feel lighter than ever, the suffocating presence of my mother gone. I'm starting to finally feel like my old self again and it's a balm to the soul. Who knew it took a Witches death to bring a lil peace.

AN: please review and I'll update the next pre-written chapter soon.