❝You're a demon.❞
❝And you're not entirely human.❞
❴ SEASON 1 - ONGOING ❵
All her life, Iona Hardy has been intrigued by the darkness and what it will do to a person. W...
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Gathering up my things, I head back up to the boys' room. Bobby sits at the table, perusing some books, while Bela sifts through her purse to find her spirit cards, again. They both look up upon my arrival, Bela's snide smirk lingering in the air. I take a seat opposite Bobby, opening up my laptop to continue digging for possible leads. But as the next few hours pass, we all end up empty-handed.
"Tell me you got somethin'!" I can hear Dean yell through the phone, as I'm reading through lore books on one of the beds.
"The strip club was a bust, huh?" Bobby assumes from his snappy tone.
"Yeah."
"That was our last lead," his voice slowly drops in defeat.
"What the hell, Bobby?!"
"Easy, Dean," I mumble, my eyes skimming across the pages.
"Don't yell at me, boy. I'm workin' my ass off here," Bobby counters back.
Dean's words muddle together, slowly becoming indistinguishable, but it's better than him yelling. Bela starts placing cards down onto the table, pausing after each one to read its face.
"Well, who ain't?" Bobby replies before turning towards me. "What do ya got, Ona?"
I sigh, shaking my head at the nonsense displayed before me – no connections whatsoever. This guy is dodging every single thread that could draw him towards some sort of supernatural creature. Or maybe we just don't have a book on him, yet. I frustratingly hold my hand up to form a '0'.
"She's got nothin'," Bobby then looks over to the woman leaning over the table, "Bela?"
"Sorry," she looks over at him, "Sometimes the spirit world's in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't."
"We're empty, Dean," Bobby sighs, listening to Dean lash out once more before being abruptly hung up on. He rolls his eyes, pocketing the phone, and then glances over at Bela.
"Let me ask you something," my ears perk up, but I pretend to keep reading, "What're you doin' helpin' us?"
Bela pauses, straightening her posture with a smile. "Bobby, I'm surprised you don't remember," she looks to him for any recognition, but he comes up blank. "Flagstaff?"
Bobby's eyes drift onto the floor, a look of confusion evident on his face. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Flagstaff." He looks over at me, but I just head straight back into the books, not wanting to draw any attention towards the situation. I already know that she is lying, but Bobby doesn't need to be aware of that.
The boys don't return within the expected arrival time and Bobby grows restless. He grumbles as he snaps his phone shut, reaching Dean's voicemail for the fourth time. After little contemplation, he grabs his keys and heads out the door, mumbling that he'll be back. And this leaves me in a sticky predicament. Do I go and help Bobby find the boys or do I stay and keep watch over Bela? My conscience grows weary, prohibiting me from leaving the room, and I settle on staying put.
