Chapter Seven
The Gremlin ran out into the rani and I sat on my bed, twirling the scythe in my hands.
I wouldn't have to send him back, but- but why did I even care? So I had finally gotten on speaking terms with a vampire who wasn't trying to kill me. So what? Didn't mean anything.
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'So how long do you reckon it'll take?' I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
I stood under the cover of the impound lot (where it happened to also be the place where Hunter was fixing my bike) as the rain clouds still hung heavily over the sun.
'Another two, maybe three weeks.' Hunter said, cleaning the grime off his hands with an oil-soaked cloth.
'Are you serious?' I sighed in exasperation. 'I've got another job!'
Hunter was the only full-blooded mortal I had told about my RDH duties. He had broken up with me over it, not believing, but eventually saw how it worked out.
I think.
'What're you stalking?' He asked.
'Hunting.' I snapped.
'Yeah, whatever.'
'ShapeShifter.' I said, clearing my throat.
'And you need the bike because...?'
'Because they're crafty little buggers and as soon as it finds out I'm on to it, it'll be halfway across the state. I want my baby by my side if it comes down to it.'
Hunter shook his head. 'You're a freak.'
'I got jumped by an Angel yesterday. Tell me something I don't know.' I crossed my arms.
'Can't you get Grace to drive?'
'She's not old enough.'
'And you are?' He laughed.
'No, but have you heard the music she listens to? I wouldn't survive that! You know I hate pop in almost all its forms, and all that hippy crap.' I said, exasperated.
Hunter shook his head. 'Fear the punk rocker demon hunter.'
'Exactly. Can you fix my bike by tomorrow-ish or not?' I snapped.
'I told you, probably not.' He said. 'Sorry.'
'Gawd. If I'm gonna be made the Devil's bitch He could at least get me some more modes of transport, seriously.' I sighed, shaking my head.
