Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Love and Caring

Ria:

Sam was a complete and utter buffoon. I was posing as a mouse in his bag, listening him talk to a witch called Rowena, whom I detested after some of the things that I'd a, heard, and b, witnessed firsthand. An honestly, though, I think that the state of the inside of his bag was bad enough, but when I found out it was Rowena he was talking to? He was an arsehole.

Bad enough that I already knew that he didn't burn the Book of the Damned, but he was taking it to her? Over me, the one who was considered a Hedgewitch throughout time? And of course the bitch was asking for a fee. "There's only one thing you could possibly do for me that I can't, at least presently, do for myself. Kill my son. He's expecting it from me. Already has his stinking minions on high alert. And if you're wondering how a mother can get to the point of wanting her own son –"

He interrupted her. "No, I'm really not. I'll do it. I'll kill Crowley. First things first – can you read the book?"

"Of course I can. I'm likely the only witch alive who can understand such old, dark magic." Oh, piss off you cow bag. "Just not in its present form."

"Drink's on me."

He closed the lockbox with the book inside and went to leave. "Hey, you're not going anywhere, pal. I'm your mortal enemy. I've tried to kill you, your brother and your little sister in law,  – your brother as recently as last month. You wouldn't have come to me if I wasn't your last resort. You're desperate. You can stop pretending you're not." Sam's phone buzzed in his bag and I saw a message from my great niece before Sam took it out and looked at it.  "Hitting a nest in Tulsa. Join if you want." "Now, I can't read the book in its present form, but there is someone who could. Nadya. Grand Coven witch."

Um, she was dead, dear. "Where do I find her?" Little Winchester, who wasn't as tall as usual next to me, who was 6'1', gargantuan for a woman, asked her. 

"You don't. She's dead. Long ago. Murdered for her life's work. Her decryption formulas, her codex... That you can find. Bring me Nadya's codex, and I'll... break this text right open and give you your cure. If I were you, I'd start at home. Who do you think murdered Nadya and stoke the codex in the first place?"

Even a stupid person like him would have understood. "The Men of Letters."

Which then lead him to leave, and I jumped out of his bag when he was out of earshot from the dark witch and transfigured myself back into human form, my first Time Lord form, as no one had bested me in a fight just yet. Not that they hadn't tried, mistaking my kindness for the weakness it had been. "You are an absolute idiot! You think that you can trust as foul a wench as her?" He was too busy staring at me. "'Gd'evenin' by the way."

"You were in my bag. As, as what, exactly?"

"A mouse, it's not exactly hard, you know." I folded my arms at him, narrowing my arms. "You know that in the arts of witchery on my world, there was no one better, right? I am rather good at all this. You needn't have asked her."

He rolled his eyes, walking towards his car, so I moved in front of him, making my face look like Khalilah's could, the Dhampir eyes and fangs. "Yeah, that stopped being scary when Khalilah could do it. I don't t have to answer to you, Rian."

I went to slap him, but he managed to catch my arm. "My name is Ria, now, if you're not going to answer me, the least that you could do is go to help your brother and his wife take out that Vampire nest in Tulsa. Oh, I read your phone by the way."

"Whatever." He got into the car. "Are you coming or not?"

Well, flying would take me a day to get there, so yes, presumably. But by the time we'd gotten there, the both of them had already taken out all of the Vampires, so our machete's were pointless. "Dean! Khalilah!"