Give Me Blood

Chapter 16: Directions

"The assassin would gaze lovingly at the weapons. Wipe the drool of your face." An internal groan forms in response to the blonde bloodsucker standing behind me.

After Crowley left me to my own devices at the Rave Inn I decided to spend my time "admiring" the dismal décor while blocking any and all attempts at conversation. So enamored was I, none of the patrons noticed that I was knee-deep in a stealth mission as I inched my way towards the stairs to reach the sanctuary of my promised private room. My deep appraisal of a set of expertly crafted sabers mounted on the wall seemed to be keeping the spectators at bay. Until he showed up.

"Why are you here?" I aim at the bloodsucker with whom I only recently had a heated argument with at the breakfast table. After making his opinions of me palpably clear, seeing him so soon was an unwelcome surprise.

"Rest assured hunter, it's no coincidence, lest you think we're tied together by fate. I'm here because William did, in fact, entrust me with you. Before you ask; yes I've considered refusing his orders for the better of my sanity. But something about the way your hand jumps to your hip around the townspeople made me reconsider. Starting now till the day you grace us with your dear departure, allow me to warmly welcome you to the Crowley Clan." He gives a smirk so wily it takes all my willpower not to drop the weights I chained to my fists.

The corners of my lips rise begrudgingly to match his own.

"You can quit the dramatics. I didn't come here to pillage your townspeople. Also, I don't need a chaperone. Thank you for the offer, though." The sound of my own honeyed voice makes me cringe. But I remind myself. No more getting into situations that could get me kicked out. No one was chasing me away, especially not for something as stupid as bad behavior.

"I don't care what you need and you're welcome. Now that that's settled. Let me take you back to the cabin so you can rest far away from a place with the likes of filthy bloodsuckers and thirsty savages. Who knows? You could turn into a drink, be offered a drink or even worse, be invited into a conversation. Think of the horror. The cabin is this way." He gestures towards the entrance and strides off.

I stride in the opposite direction.

What makes this snarky blonde think I would take any orders from him? Him and his disheveled, untied sweatpants and too tight white t-shirt which was practically strangling his torso. If only the t-shirt could grow to reach his pale neck. Then maybe it would wipe that stupid smirk he has constantly plastered on his face.

Doing the exact opposite of everything he says was my new mission. Something about his shitty personality brings out my inner petty child. I didn't think I had her in me.

I make my way deeper into the Inn, changing my trajectory from bedroom to the bar area-- which was surprisingly the emptiest looking spot in this place. I successfully lost that snide sucker in a one of the many random mosh-pits of drunken dancers.

Taking a seat in a stool closest to the wall I'm acknowledged only by the dark haired, eyed, and skinned bartender who was mixing cocktails behind the counter.

"Did you want something to drink?" The bartender wore a black turtleneck sweater, an apron colored burgundy and matching eyeshadow. She had a strikingly beautiful bone structure and neatly braided cornrow hair tied back in a high ponytail.

"Just a glass of water, please." She brings up a pitcher from underneath the counter and pours me a glass.

"You know. I won't snitch to William if you decide to have one drink tonight." As I register her offer the water I'm sipping on decides to choke me.