Venator : Devil's Moon

VI. C A F É A B E R

[ Laura ]

I didn't remember when I fall asleep but the abrupt halt woke me up.

"You awake?" Sebastian asked.

"Uhuh....where are we?" I asked in sleep.

"Outskirts of Denver."
"Kilometres away from your place, the demons shouldn't be able to track us here." He continued.

I rubbed my eyes and got off the car. It was still night and without my sweater, the breeze seemed colder. I looked around. We were standing infront of a small motel - "Blueberry".

"What time is it?" I asked dizzily.

"2 O' Clock". He answered while unloading  a travelling bag from the trunk. Except for the blood all over his body, he looked pretty well. He wasn't wincing whenever he moved, and his muscles and his leg weren't doing that bad. He was limping just a bit. I wondered whether that flask did really contain some elixir.

We walked to the counter and saw the receptionist's eyes widening with fear.

Except for the huge basket of fresh blueberries kept at the reception, there was no reference to blueberries elsewhere; and yeah, paintings of blueberries all over the place. It kind of made me hungry; I hadn't had a dinner.

While Sebastian was busy making up a fake tale explaining how a thief shot him and ran away stealing his golden watch and how he heroically retrieved it at the cost of just a few injuries, I spent my time enjoying the sweet blueberries. Wow. I didn't expect them to be so good. I picked up another set. They were so juicy and sweet, I could have eaten the whole basket.

"You sure, there's...there's no need to call the cops?" The receptionist stuttered. She looked like she'd seen a ghost.

"No, lady, there's no need. Actually, I myself am a cop. So there's no need to worry." Sebastian said with such confidence that even I believed he was a cop.

"Really, then I'm just so glad. Please tell me what size room you want?" She said. Her voice was still slightly panicky.

"A kingsize room ". Sebastian said.

The receptionist handed over the key.

"You need to fill in this form. No need to do it now, just fill it before checking out. Enjoy your honeymoon, Mr and Mrs Smith." the receptionist said hurriedly while struggling to smile.

It was the word honeymoon which drifted my attention from the sweet blueberry to the actual Blueberry motel. Before I could say anything, Sebastian pushed me towards the elevator.

"What, are you nuts! Mr and Mrs Smith! Honeymoon?! Couldn't you book two rooms." Anger flashed in my eyes.

Okay, the guy had just saved my life. But this was unacceptable. Never ever had I lived with a guy in the same room!

"You know what, this business I do doesn't pay me well. I'm running a bit low on money if you understand. So until I get home, sorry, I need to save some money".

"I could have paid." I complained wondering if I'd lost my credit card during the chase.

"As if I would've let a lady pay." He said.