World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

ELEVEN

As Ryan was lead through the crowd of half intoxicated people, he could hear Josh mumbling a few things under his breath, though they were barely audible.

Ryan didn't know what made him trust Josh, but he looked like he's only killed a few people in his life. And, in Ryan's books, that seemed about as trustworthy as they get.

"Babe!" Josh called, a heavily tattooed woman later appearing with a towel thrown over her shoulder, "Can you please patch him up? By the looks of it, he ran into a few hunters."

"And demons." Ryan mumbled, earning a surprised huff from the woman.

"Follow me." She lead Ryan trough the rest of the crowd and up the stairs to where a spare room was.

Ryan went to sit down on the chair whilst she grabbed a first aid kit and some herbs, walking back to Ryan and standing next to him.

"What's your name?" Ryan asked as the woman cracked open a bottle of herbs, applying some to his cut.

"Ryan. You?"

"Ryan." He dryly chuckled, trying to focus on anything other than the sting he felt from Ryan's herbs.

"Well," She laughed, putting the lid back on and pulling a tiny pack out, "You can call me Ryan Ashley. Just to save confusion." She said before ripping open the package, rolling the bandage out and wrapping it around Ryan's bicep, making sure it was tight before taking a step back, "You can stay here for the night. You look like you could use it."

Ryan held back a sigh as his shoulders slouched, showing that he was, in fact, tired, "Thank you. And Josh."

Ryan Ashley offered him a small smile before making her way to the door, leaving after.

Ryan moved to the bed, flopping down on the covers and staring up at the perfectly painted ceiling.

After minutes of staring at the grey paint, Ryan sighed, mumbling to himself, "Ricky, you have no idea how boring my life is without you and your annoying attitude." After a minute or two, he spoke up again, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm so sorry."

Ryan shook his head, slightly scoffing at the fact that he was talking to thin air.

Over the past two hundred odd years, Ryan's thoughts started to out-weigh one another. As much as he wanted to protect Ricky by not getting involved, all he wanted to do was get involved. Soon, he was going to be the one to go searching. Well, that's what he thought anyways.

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NOVEMBER 23, 1975

I think it's safe to say I have walked into more trouble than I should've in the past few decades. Sure, I have killed my share of witches, werewolves and other creatures, but making deals with demons wasn't something I planned on doing in my time alive. Especially when 'death' or 'dead' were words involved.

I had never thought of asking demons for any help. Neither had Lynn or Angelo. Then again, the deal we recently made didn't even turn out well. All of our previous deals are now in a book of history. I doubt any of us will be talking about them anytime soon. And they weren't the most trustworthy demons out there. I guess you could say-

"Did you kill them?" Angelo asked, followed by a huff from Lynn.

"No. The guy was on his own. Said demons were following him. So, I let him go with a warning."

"Let who go?" Ricky turned around in his seat, frowning at Lynn and Angelo.

"Some vampire was running through the woods, Lynn shot him with a strake-arrow, then let him go. Nothing too big." Brian said, shrugging his shoulders.