Twenty-One
'What do you wish?' Dexter asked randomly as we drove out, once again on the empty road. This felt more natural than anything else.
'What're you on about?' I asked, shooting him a quick glance before focusing on the road again.
'You said before, when we saw those mutilations, that you wish- and you cut off.' He looked at me. 'What were you going to say?'
'Nothing.' I clenched my jaw. 'Doesn't matter.'
'Why not? What were you going to say?'
'I was just...just that I wish Dad were here- he'd be able to make sense of all of this.'
December 2000
I looked over at Dexter, sleeping beside me on this crappy hotel bed.
It seemed like most of my life had either been spent on the road or in hotels, but frankly I wouldn't want it any other way- probably couldn't, either.
Tomorrow Dexter would expect Santa to come and bring him a whirlwind of presents- really it was just the couple of crappy things I had managed to steal from a nearby Seven Eleven.
The door opened almost silently as dad came in- he was covered in blood, which wasn't a surprise- how sad is that?
'Good hunt?' I asked, seeing the blood wasn't his.
He smiled sadly and nodded. 'I wanted to ask for your help on something, Trix.'
'Yeah?' I scooted forward as he knelt on the floor and brought out a sheaf of dog-eared papers.
'What is it?' I asked, sifting through them. 'Fairytales?' I scoffed.
'Don't be ignorant, Trix.' Dad warned. 'They can be just as dangerous as all the other demons out there.'
When Hunters weren't exactly sure what something was, we called them demons- it was an easy enough word to throw around.
August 2013
I pulled to the side of the road, kicking up a mountain of dust.
'Why are we stopping?' Dexter asked, watching me as I got out and leant against the bonnet of the black car. 'Trixie?'
'I dunno where I'm going.' I said, rubbing my face tiredly. 'Where're we going?'
'Why are you asking me?' He asked incredulously.
I shrugged. 'You're the College Boy, so I would expect you to know where we have to head off next. Maybe you could drive for awhile?'
'You actually offering to let me drive?' Dexter asked incredulously. 'Are you feeling alright?'
'I'm gonna sleep for awhile. Whether you drive or not, I don't care, just don't scratch up my baby or I'll end you.'
'Where've I heard that before?' He muttered as I walked past him and fell into the back seat.
'Are you sure you're feeling OK?' He looked over the intersecting seat back at me.
'Fine.' I muttered through the leather. 'Just start driving.'
