Vampire Hunter: Corey Crowgarden's guide to killing vampires for fun and profit.

Lesson 1 part 4

They had already crossed the Burlington skyway by the time the September sun had started to stretch shadows, and made their way up into the Halton Hills.
Carrie had texted her sister when they had gotten off the highway and on to the dirt roads of the region. The narrow ribbon of paved road sliced through rising and falling hills under a canopy of summer green leaves. Autumn had yet to make it's threats.
Crystal had met her husband at the publishing house and they were as unlikely a couple as Carrie could have concocted. Tim was lanky and pale, not particularly athletic or outdoorsy, but had lived on the family farm all his life. It was, at most, a hobby farm, with enough chickens to give fresh eggs and a few acres of potatoes. Tim was a writer, had graduated from a university in the United States, and had a reputation of grinding his editors into quitting. Until he met Crystal, that is.
It wasn't exactly love at first sight, with the "lanky git" looking down his nose at the bespectacled little "word herder". However, there common love of words and the word herder's ability to prune his rather flowery prose to a garden bed from a thicket must've provided the soil for love to bloom. When Crystal moved out of their mother's house she had given a lot of thought to moving in with her sister and her new husband. She and Bobby were on a break and it might have been good to get away from Niagara for a while. Carrie was always certain that her older sister would never shut the door on her. Crystal could be difficult to get along with and didn't make friends quickly or easily, but once you were in, it was to stay. If anyone had suggested that Crystal would be married before she was, Carrie would have said they were crazy, but there they were. Crystal in love, living in a comfortable little home with a nice man who loved her, who could ask for anything more.
Dad had made such a fuss. It made Carrie a little jealous in fact, that he had been so very, very thorough in his background check. Still, he didn't find anything suspicious.
Their wedding had been a small, simple affair. A little country church, like the one her mother and father had been married in, set in these rolling hills. Mum had been too sick to come, but had still made Crystal's wedding dress. It's a bit of a tradition in their family.
Her father had given away Crystal and wept the whole ceremony. That was the thing about Corey Crowgarden, one minute he is a hard ass death dealer, next he is a blubbering
softy weeping at his daughters wedding
He asked Carrie about mum, of course, how she looked, and her spirits.
"You should go see her," Carrie remembered saying.
He gave her a bit of a look, "I can't. You know that. It's too dangerous." He frowned, a great wounded scar beneath his greying moustache, and his blue eyes filled with tears. It had been a day for tears,"Besides, I can't stand to see her that way, knowing I'm to blame."
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