Snow On The Beach

Chapter Seventeen

"Dean, the fuck do you want?"

Roslyn's phone may have been across the clearing, but she'd had enough sense to keep her headphones in her jacket pocket, begrudgingly answering Dean's unwanted and unexpected phone call.

"We need you out in Montana." 

Jasper lunged at her, using Roslyn's momentary distraction to send her flying across the field. She couldn't stop the low growl the ripped from her throat as she answered Dean.

"Well, that's a lot closer than the last place you called me out to." 

Roslyn was on Jasper again in a moment, kicking his knee out and managing to get her arms around his neck. He dug his nails into her arm, trying to get her to let him go, but she held on tight. He settled for simply flipping her over his shoulder. The air whooshed from her lungs, but she was on her feet before Jasper could get on top of her. 

Dean was still prattling on in her ear, something about how she needed to step up and do her job, but she didn't really start listening until he said vampire.

She waved Jasper off as he approached her again, focusing in on what Dean was saying. "I'm sorry, are you asking me to drive out to Montana to kill vampires? Dean, I'm a vampire, dumbass."

"You weren't listening to a word I said, were you?" She could hear him slam on the steering wheel of his beloved Impala. 

There was a scuffle over the phone and Roslyn rolled her eyes. Sam was wrestling Dean for the phone. Jasper raised an eyebrow at her, looking both intrigued and as exasperated with the two as she was.

"Dean, stop," Sam's hand slapped something, likely Dean's arm, but he kept control of the receiver. "Look, Roslyn, we're not here hunting vampires. Vampires are the ones being hunted."

Roslyn blinked and Jasper was at her side in an instant, pressing his ear to hers to hear better. It took her a moment to find a response.

"Beg your finest pardon?"

"There have been a series of beheadings out here and our trip to the coroner's revealed that they are all vamps."

Roslyn sucked on a tooth, meeting Jasper's golden gaze. He had a grin coming to his face and she didn't have to ask to know what he was thinking: Jasper Hale wanted to try his hand at hunting.

"I'll be there in four hours."

She didn't let the Winchesters reply before hanging up and ripping the earbud from her ear. 

"Jaz,"

"No, Ros," Jasper was already walking to their pile of belongings near the tree-line. "I don't care that they're not my type-"

"Please, your type is wild west cowgirl who prefers the outdoors over literally anything else." Roslyn's remark was met with an incredulous, blank stare, but Jasper didn't stop walking.

"Whatever you say, rebel. The point is: I could use a little action and what better way to get out of the house than to join you on a hunt?"

"Jaz," She still hadn't moved from her spot in the middle of the field.

No, Ros, I'm coming." He grinned at her and it was the wide smile that showed off his fangs, the one rarely anyone got to see. 

It was enough to change Roslyn's mind and make her undead heart stutter in her chest.

"I'll pick you up in ten."

Roslyn was at the Cullen house in eight minutes, and Jasper was ready and waiting, a backpack that was clearly from his Civil War days full to bursting and slung over his shoulder. She had barely pulled to a stop before he was in the passenger seat of the mustang and turning down her Cars cassette. She cast a dull look at him, but didn't comment on it.

"So," he started. "Middle of nowhere Montana. Bunch of dead vampires. What are we supposed to do? I thought the Winchesters were the best in the business."

"We are," Roslyn retorted as they pulled onto the 101. "But if there's something killing vampires in such a large number, they probably want some supernatural help with things."

"When was the last time you hunted?" Jasper asked. Roslyn couldn't tell if he was trying to change the subject or dig into her past. Roslyn didn't particularly care, either, which surprised her.

She settled for the easy answer. "Two days ago."

Roslyn could feel Jasper's glare boring into the side of her head and she swatted at him as a a wave of guilt and honesty washed over her. 

"Technically, every time I drink from a demon I'm doing my job," Roslyn sighed, rolling her eyes. "The last time I was on a genuine hunt was when I ran away in the spring. Mostly just demon slayings every few weeks."

"So you're out of practice."

He didn't say it as a question.

Roslyn clicked her tongue before responding. "Maybe a bit." She steamrolled over him as he began to scold her. "The only reason I'm letting you tag along is because I know you've got experience in combat. I've been doing this for a century now, I was raised for this. I know what I'm doing even if it's been a few months."

She didn't let him say anything else, turning up the radio loud enough for him to flinch at the sudden volume of it. Just What I Needed drowned out any doubts she was having about hunting again and allowed her to focus on the mechanics of the hunt. 

Vampires were dying.

Someone was hunting them.

And the boys were worried enough about it to call her in for added reinforcements. Something was up and Roslyn wasn't sure what that meant for her. Jasper would be fine: the Cullens were all but indestrictible and the Winchesters had tried to kill him every way they could think of. Whoever was hunting vampires knew how to kill them and Roslyn wasn't as indestructible as she claimed to be.

wowie. things are slow to update, and my winter break was shockingly busy with work and surgery recovery. thriving. anyhoo. most of my classes are online this semester so i should hopefully have more time for writing, but we'll see. genuinely, i'm writing this during a music rehearsal because, as a lovely little understudy, i don't do anything unless other people die so... again, thriving. see yall later i guess.

xxx le perry