Every Angel Needs A Devil (Red Canyon Mac Love Story).

2 - Beast Talk and New High

"Ok, stay calm" I told myself.

This guy was staring intensely at me waiting for my name. I have to admit he's hot.

"Eris Black" I answered gulping down my whiskey.

"Hot name" he whispered into my ear which gave me so many chills. I just continued to stay interested in my drink. He seemed to leave me alone after that.

"Those fucking gypsies out in the desert, am I right?" The man asked Walt "What the fuck are they doing out here".

"As if I know, son" Walt replied "Probably migrating from another country".

"Wait this guy is Walters son?!".

"I bet it's them causing all the deaths" a man spoke from at end of the bar "Them and that stupid dancing bear".

"Whoa, did I really just drive into a town where anyone can die at any time?" I mentally asked myself.

"Maybe it wasn't a beast at all but a cunning murderer" one man suggested "Killed them tore up their bodies and made it look like a wild beast did it".

"Naw, man, who would go to such lengths?" The man sitting next to him glared at him.

"I saw the bodies with my own eyes" a lone man by the window call out "Unnatural wounds. Most unnatural. Made by a fell creature, I'd say".

"I bet that last one who died, went over to there camp to have it off with a gypsy whore then the bear gets 'hold of of him and dumped his body in a ditch" another man who was sat in a group laughed.

"Got nothing to do with the gypsies" another lone man who sat in the corner argued. The other men silenced and looked at him including me "25 years ago now, me Pa found him. Louis Nobby and all his flock. Brains and guts and God-knows-what lying all over the moor for a quarter mile. And, Louis, the look on his face. Like he'd been eaten alive. Whatever did it was big, had claws, and didn't mind a load of buckshot. After that, me Pa went home and melted down me Ma's wedding spoons and cast silver bullets on them. Wouldn't leave the house on a full moon from then on".

Everyone remained silent staring at the man in either shock, confusion or horror. What the hell could have murdered that man 25 years ago and survive a buckshot. One man with ginger hair and a curled moustache chuckled slightly.

"He thought it was a werewolf" he mocked flashing his hands around.

"I still think that bear's to blame" a guy quickly spoke trying to ease the tension.

"Remember that black-eyed Salome Walt married?" One of the men asked the group. At that moment I noticed how Walter and the man next to me tensed. The mans grip on his glass started to grow as the men continued to talk "Went a little crazy after she killed herself.  She was a gypo whore queen or some such, wasn't she?".

"Yes" the man next to me snapped and slowly walked over to the men. I noticed Walter grabbed hold of a metal bat that was hidden under the bar "She was crazy" the mans voice made my eyes snap back to him. He was now standing in front of the men with one hand on their table "For coming to this shithole you call a town".

"What did he say?" A man asked in shock.

"You're in your drink, boy" the man with the ginger moustache leaned forwards in his chair. Walters son just sighed and place his other hand on the table. Suddenly he grabbed the closes drink and tossed what ever was in it onto the gingers face.

"Get him out of here!" One of the men shouted as the man went for the ginger. Walter slammed the bat on the bar hard which caused the man to stop in motion.