While the six hunters in the Caber drink, another car comes up the drive, a blue 52 VW bug. A tall man and a short woman climb out of it and head into the roadhouse. The man has long blonde hair, blue eyes, and tan skin save for the pale splotches covering his hands and eyes. He is wearing bright green and pink flannel and a black cargo jacket. The woman, coming up to his shoulder, had shoulder length black hair, one brown eye and one icy blue, and while most of her is olive skinned, she has very pale skin on her arms and half of her face. She wears a red t-shirt with yellow hems, a white jacket, a necklace with a sapphire, a beaded jade bracelet, and a red flower hair clip holding back her bangs. The man has a bruised and cut cheek and the woman has a stitched gash on her forehead.
"Oh, not you as well!" Zoey complains.
"As well?" The woman asks, then she sees Lewis and Simon and winces. "Blimey, wha..."
"Don't even ask." Lewis interrupts.
"Hey Dunc, Kim." Simon says. Kim nods and Duncan says,
"Hey guys." The two of them pull chairs up to Lewis's table and sit down. Zoey sits next to them and starts inspecting their injuries.
"What the heck!" She exclaims, revealing bandages on Duncan's shoulder and chest. "What happened to the both of you!" Kim groans and summarizes the story.
"We were already headed here after we got that weirdo text when we stopped to rest and I got snatched in my sleep by a shifter or some bollocks!"
"I couldn't even tell at first!" Duncan follows. "She said she found a case and led me down to the sewers. Once I started suspecting her she shot me full of rock salt so I returned the favor, and she ran off. It took me ages to find kim handcuffed to a pipe down there."
"You sure it was a shifter? Shifters don't have a reaction to salt." Lewis says.
"It might have been a doppelganger." Nilesy suggests.
"I hope it isn't," Kim says. "I don't want a lookalike dragging my good name through the mud!"
"Like your name was very good to begin with." Duncan jokes. Zoey asks to redo his bandaging just to be sure but Duncan insists he's fine, and Fiona pours them drinks. A few minutes later a figure on a 36 harley davidson knucklehead parks near the door. The figure strides through the doors, takes off its helmet, and reveals long blonde hair and a grin. She unzips her brown leather jacket with a stitched image of wings on the back to reveal a dark blue button up. She leaves her helmet and jacket on a coa thanger by the door and says,
"Hey guys!"
"Hannah!" Several people say in welcoming. She quickly makes her way over to Nilesy, hugging him and ruffling his hair, and then proceeds to hug Kim and Lewis.
"Tough day on the job?" She asks, referring to their battered faces.
"Ehh." Lewis shrugs. Hannah sits at the bar next to Nilesy and gratefully takes a glass of whiskey from Ravs. Next up the dirt path comes a black 88 gemballa mirage. A thin man makes his way out of the car and into the roadhouse. The man has dark skin and light eyes, brown hair with a blonde streak, a black shirt with a gray coat, and a purple bandana covering his mouth. Zoey sees him and rushes over to him with a massive hug.
"Rythian!" She shouts. He laughs and lifts her off the ground with an even bigger hug. "Oh Rythian, you scare me when you don't call for ages!"
"Sorry, Zoey" He apologizes in a swedish accent. He sets her down and says, "But I'm here now. And hey, where's Tee?"
"Oh!" Zoey remembers. She puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles, and a german shepard comes running from the back room, his collar is green and the tag has only the letter T on it. Rythian kneels down and scratches behind Tee's ears.
"Heya Tee! Did you miss me?" He asks. Tee pants happily in response.
"And what are we, old liver?" Nilesy interrupts.
"Oh, sorry. Hey Nilesy, Ravs." He waves to the others in the bar. He stands and Zoey hugs him again, and says,
"I'm glad you're back Ryth." He sighs as says,
"So am I." She runs her left hand through his hair and comes across a patch of hair matted with blood.
"Hold on, what's this!" She whips him around and inspects the back of his head.
"It's nothing, Zoey." He reassures.
"Nothing! It's blood!" She retaliates. He turns around and holds her shoulders, looking her in the eye.
"It's practically nothing." He insists. She sighs in disappointment and they take seats at the bar, Rythian sitting next to Zoey and Fiona next to her.
"What happened anyways?" Fiona asks.
"Just from a wendigo in Montana, I didn't even get to kill the thing. It got torched by the mom of the family I rescued. It was about to take my head off when she blasted it with a flare gun." He explains.
"You must be losing your edge Ryth." Duncan jokes, with a hint of aggression. Rythian pretends not to notice he said anything.
"Because Lewis and Simon here are still hunting better than ever! What did you say you guys just ganked, a rougarou was it?" Lewis wordlessly sips his whiskey, refusing to have a part in Duncan's antagonization.
"Yeah, I've always wanted to hunt one of those, what about you Ryth?" Duncan continues. Again, Rythian ignores Duncan.
"Shush, Duncan!" Zoey says curtly, getting fed up with him trying to cause trouble. Thankfully, they are interrupted by a white 65 ford f100 parking next to Rythian's car, and two men walking into the bar. One has short black hair, a five o'clock shadow, blue flannel, and a gray jacket. The other has brown hair and a beard, red flannel, and the same jacket. They both sport bruised faces and busted lips.
"Evening, ladies and gents." Greets the black haired man.
"Sips! Sjin!" Lewis welcomes. He gets up and shakes both of their hands, and Duncan pats Sjin on the back.
"Good to see you man." He says. Rythian doesn't even turn around to say hi.
"Nice battle scars Lewis." Sips says. Lewis laughs and says,
"I could say the same to you, friend. What monster gave you those?"
"Not a monster, just a few of the lovely patrons of a bar in Tennessee." Sjin says.
"Lovely my ass! I didn't do anything to those mother truckers and they just started swinging!" Sips defends.
"You were drunk as balls and so were they! And it didn't help that you were hustling them!" Sjin counters.
"A man's gotta eat." Sips says. Several people chuckle and they all take their seats, Sips and Sjin sitting in a table nearby the table with Lewis and the others. As the sun begins to set, they wait again.
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Hunted by demons
FanfictionA mysterious text alerts several hunters across america to meet at the Crooked Caber. One by one hunters arrive until the anonymous sender alerts them that an army of demons is hot on his trail. All rights goes to the CW and the Yogscast.
