Huntress: A supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 2: Flashback

May 14th, 2006

Hibbing, Minnesota

I lifted my beer to my lips as I scanned the dirty bar. It was a small place. Complete with low lighting, a pool table, a dart board and a creepy mounted deer head that was staring right into me. Jeez... I shivered. To this day I will never get the appeal of taxidermy. The bartender who had previously served me changed shifts with a much older man with a stern look and a scruffy dark brown mullet. Once he caught sight of me, he raised his eyebrows.

"Can I see some I.D, little lady?" He asked me.

"Of course." I said.

I held up my index finger to let him know that I had to go through my purse. I fished out my wallet, and gave the gruff man my Washington license. He examined it, looking at me to make sure I resembled the picture on the card. He slid it back to me. Of course, it was a fake license. But I really was a twenty-one year old from Washington with green eyes and brown hair. But he wouldn't know. I hopped off the bar stool after I paid for my beer. I started towards the washroom to check my probably smudged make up. I made my way through the group of bikers crowded by the pool table. Just as I was sliding past a chair, I ran right into something. I made an 'oomph' sound when my face connected with someone's chest. A man's chest. I had to strain my neck to see the strangers smug face.

"Well, excuse me." He said, green eyes wide.

"Yeah, excuse you." I said through gritted teeth. The guy looked me up and down. I scoffed.

"I really am sorry," he claimed. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"I don't take things from strangers, thanks."

"Well I'm Dean, nice to meet you..." He trailed off.

"None of your business, Dean. But thanks for the offer. I'm in a hurry."

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the castle." He muttered.

"Screw you." I said, trying to push past him.

"Whoa," He said looking at me. "I didn't mean to be a dick. I was just trying to be nice."

"Right." I rolled my eyes. "And you just had to pull the drink line?"

"You're in a bar called 'Kugel's Keg'. I think my lines are the least of your worries." He chuckled.

"I guess your right, Dean." I laughed. It was nice. I hadn't laughed in along time. But there I was, in some shady bar, talking to an even shadier guy that I bumped into on his way out from taking a piss... Classy. At that moment I didn't care. This guy was cute, and it felt nice to let my mind go blank. I laughed again.

"I should get going, Dean. I have somewhere to be. My name's Lacey, by the way."

I scolded myself. Why the hell was I telling him my name? My real name, too!

"Well, Lacey, I hope we see each other again. You know, under different circumstances." He smiled, walking towards the door.

He opened the door, turning back to me for a second and winked. He closed the door behind him. I shook my head once and blew out the air I had been holding in as I pushed through the bathroom door.

May 16th, 2006

Conrad, Iowa

       I looked up into the slightly cloudy sky as I got out of my black (stolen) car. Sadly, I was getting pretty good at the whole Grand Theft Auto thing. But you can't fight monsters when you have to bum rides or catch a taxi like a sad teenager without a driver's license. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk and made my way to the office of the motel.