His truck didn't go fast enough for his liking as he sped down the highway towards Edmund's auto shop. He'd pushed the pedal to the floor when Talia made a moaning noise from the backseat. He downshifted to turn into Peterson auto's parking lot and the sharp scent of copper ripped through the cabin.
A smell, that even in four hundred years, Jason would never get used to.
Pulling up to the front porch Jason climbed out of the truck and pounded on the front door.
"What the hell is going on?" A grease-covered Edmund inspected blood-covered Jason from head to toe. "You look like hell,"
Jason's face registered anger and resignation in quick succession. "It's Talia," He said. "She's been attacked by the wendigo," he drank in the draining in Edmund's face. "Amala's on her way.."
Edmund pushed past him and threw open the truck door. He caught the distinct and clear smell of copper and decay.
Edmund moved past him silently with a limp Talia in his arms.
"You're good with your timing," Edmund Laid Talia on the coffee table in the lobby. He went and flipped off his open sign. "Any moment later..."
"And we'd be doing this in front of a few men drinking coffee,"
Every morning the same five men would gather in Edmund's auto shop lobby and gossip about local issues. Like the bingo ladies only with whiskey-laced coffee and surrounded by cars. It would have been unthinkable to get those men to leave once they were stuck in a place like this.
"How did she run into the wendigo?" Edmund rummaged through his drawers and pulled out clean rags. "I had a note that said she was spending the night at Cali Unser's,"
He glanced at what were the edges of her ripped flesh on her legs and back up to Edmund. "I don't know," he said. "None of us were at Cali Unser's last night. Elena had the bright idea of beach camping and about four this morning I found Talia at the cave," he grabbed a bunch of rags from Edmund.
"Why would she go there? And what beach did you go to? And why wouldn't you protect my granddaughter?" Edmund grabbed a bottle of jack daniels and poured a bit onto rag.
"I suspect fear," Jason had caught the wolf smell near the party once he'd regained his sense. He'd regretted losing his temper so quick. "And Its Talia. She's very stubborn,"
He applied the cloth to Talia's wound and a scream erupted from her pale lips. Her body tried twisting but Jason applied soft pressue to her shoulders. He knew this wouldn't have happened had he stayed calm. But being around Talia unraveled his nerves.
"why weren't you with her?" Edmund asked. His voice clipped.
"I wasn't in my right mind,"said jason.
Edmund grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the rest of her jeans. Her skin sat in ragged, ripped pieces of flesh against muscle and bone. Edmund pushed the alcohol soaked rag on her wounds. A short minute later and Talia screamed until it shook each beam in the store's rafters. Edmund paused.
Jason knew it was coming. The more girls that kyle killed, the more the curse would chip away at her human self.
"That," he pointed to the swaying light in the middle of the shop. "Is only going to get worse,"
Edmund glanced up and scowled. "If Kyle wants her alive why sick his pet on her?"
Jason contemplated the question as a hard wrap resounded from the shop door. "Jesus," Edmund took Jason's hand and showed him the pressure he wanted on Talia's wounds. He hurried to the door, blood stained hands wiping away the evidence, pulled open the shop door just a crack and slipped outside.
YOU ARE READING
The Heart of the Sea- A supernatural thriller
Mystery / Thriller"Are you sure you want to know what I am talia?" Jason spoke. The huskiness in his words made her toes curls. She swallowed hard. She'd had the nerve on the drive here. Even gave her self pep talks to be able to confront him. But looking at his bar...
