Wilt and Wither

Chapter 6

I had scarce amount of time left before the sun would come up affecting Cole. Vampires could technically go into the sun they wouldn't just immediately explode, but it has other side effects. The sun made them weak, weaker than any human. It also hurt or so I've heard.

That's why after Rory I decided to call it a night. As I walked towards my temporary humble abode I had a million things surging through me. My mind kept sprinting between the wraiths, Rory, and werewolf junk.

Inside I changed out of my bloody cloths and said a sad goodbye to my Twenty One Pilots shirt I got  in concert. I put it in the metal trash can and set it on fire with a salute.

My blood could be used for a bunch of different spells and I wasn't going to take a chance. I didn't stay alive this long by being careless. Slipping on a pair of boxers and a white t shirt I headed downstairs spell book in hand to see if I could find something.

I could rule out some creatures because what was happening was definitely of the magical variety. Regular or Demonic was the question now. A soft knock at the front door broke my trance.

A moment's peace was it too much to wish for.

I swung the door expecting to see Cole but instead Jackson stood smiling at me through the screen door a box in one hand and a fast food bag in the other. "Thought you might be hungry can I come in?" I smile wider than I meant to and waved him in.

Who was I to turn away food?

I open the door as he hands me the bag of greasy goodness. Opening the bag inhaling the contents I grab a sandwich and attack it not realizing how hungry I was. "Much better than blood huh." Jackson says smiling at me.

"Oh my god yes!" I say between savory bites. "Not that I know the one and only time I drank blood I puked everywhere."

"Delicious." He smirks. "Cole told me about your night. What are you doing in here?" A wonderful smell caught my attention and it took me a minute to realize the woodsy smell was coming for Jax. A classier lady would have showered.

I probably smelled like hot trash.

I set my sandwich down reluctantly. "This is my spell book, whatever's happening is definitely magical. I write down what creatures I see in which areas and the date and times. Helps me keep track of everything.

"Kind of like Grimm. Sorry it's a show I-"

"Yeah I know, except I'm the one hand writing the logs. Besides I'm more into Monroe I mean Nick would be nothing without Monroe it's just a fact."

"Um no Nick is a Grimm he is the Grimm. He totally kicks ass."

"But only after he gets the low down from Monroe. Look this is a closed discussion I will not budge on this." I stay quiet for a moment. "Besides Hank kicks just as much ass as Nick, okay now I'm done."

He chuckles. "Most girls are into Nick."

"Beauty my dear boy is the most revered and useless thing on this earth."

"When do you even have time to watch TV."

I shrug,"I go home every few months for a break. These aren't even all of my logs I've started converting them digitally and keeping the hard copies locked there." I couldn't wait until I didn't need to lug these books around anymore. "I binge watch and read when I go home."

"Where's home exactly?" He says this with a laugh like me having a home is absurd.

"I have a tiny cottage in Ireland." I smile thinking about it. My safe haven. "Every few months I take a couple of weeks off and fall off the grid." Thanks to the wards I have in place doing so is a snap.