College is starting, and so is the newest challenge in Scarlett and Eric's relationship. After thirteen years, the mysterious 'J' that used to send her letters and gifts is finally back for the best friend that he was forced to leave.
With tensions...
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The brunette takes a deep breath as she shuts the front door to the apartment behind her. It amazes her how quickly everything can change — maybe amaze isn't the right word... She was fine, truly and completely happy for the first time in her life. And now she has this sinking feeling that it's all about to come crumbling down around her.
"Letty, what is this?" Eric questions as he holds up the journal.
Hesitantly — reluctantly — she turns to face him. All she wants is to rewind time. Find a moment where they were laying in bed, talking and laughing, all smiles because nothing could go wrong and they were perfect. She wants to go there and stay forever.
"It belonged to my father." She finally says. "It was his journal."
"No." He shakes his head. "Because people write journals about the things that actually happen to them. This... These things can't be real."
"I wish they weren't." Letty says, her gaze moving from his freaked out expression to the journal in his hand. "But they are. Everything in there is."
"He wrote about...monsters. Werewolves, ghouls, things that I can't even pronounce... He wrote about demons, Letty. And based on everything else, I don't think he was speaking metaphorically." He says, and she shakes her head. "You're telling me that these things exist."
She nods, unable to speak.
"This has...instructions for melting silver into bullets... And that's not even the craziest thing I read." His voice is getting more shaky the longer he talks, and now she won't meet his gaze. "He says he killed these things. How— I mean..." He scoffs as he looks back at the journal.
Letty takes a deep breath before clearing her throat, fighting back tears. "My father was a hunter — he hunted and killed supernatural creatures. That's why I spent so much of my childhood moving from motel room to motel room, and why he ran credit card scams. He couldn't get a regular nine-to-five with his main occupation; it's why we hustle pool...among other things."
"We?" He questions, and she looks back at him. "You... You're a hun— Oh my..." His eyes widen as he looks at her. "That man from the coffee shop — he said he'd never seen so many young hunters... All of you?!"
"Eric—"
"How many of you are...hunters?"
She shakes her head. "We don't hunt anymore — none of us do."
"How many?"
"Tyler, Reggie, Alec, Lina...Hope, Melissa, Miller, Dean...J-Jason, and me." She tells him, and he nods as he looks down, tears filling his eyes. "Jack knows, but he's never hunted anything."
