Heaven's Child ≫ SPN

25.2

I shook my head. "I read the case files over and over again and I don't remember reading your name."

"I'm not from this town. I'm from the projects...poorer neighborhood kids don't make the papers."

"Who did this to you?"

"It wasn't on purpose."

"Yeah? And all the kids having a slumber party at the morgue—were those on accident too?"

"I'm not defending my creators. I'm not the one you should be mad at. I want to kill them as much as you do."

"Why are your friends dead? Did you kill them?"

"They're not my friends. But I didn't kill them. I guess they didn't survive the process."

"And you did, why?"

"Do I look like a rocket scientist to you? I don't know. Maybe I have better genes or something. Look, we have to go. They're on their way here and it's not safe for you. Take your hunter friends and get out of town. The things making the wolves aren't what you think they are."

"What do you mean it's not safe for me?"

"I mean you're bleeding and the things that are out to get you want to kill you."

"What things?" He didn't answer. "What things." I asked again, more sternly this time.

"Demons. But you have to leave. They want you dead but they won't go near you, like someone bigger wants you. That's why it took them forever to get to Thomas. And they're making sure every person they change wants you dead too. You have to run, there's no stopping them. Believe me, I tried. But the demon just picks up another young vamp and throws another punch."

"How—that's not—demons don't possess things from purgatory. They don't have enough juice—the power it would take—"

"It doesn't matter! They are now. And they mean to kill you."

I was glaring at him.

"You don't trust me." It wasn't a question.

"No."

"Don't you get it, I'm not doing this for you," he spat. "I'm doing this because I know that you're really powerful—you can end this for good. Those demons, they work for someone really big. Someone only something like you could stop."

"Who are they working for?"

"I don't know. But there's always someone bigger, isn't there? So turn around, hot-wire whatever car you like, get out, get better, and end this."

"I'm sorry," I started honestly. He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "I just can't leave town knowing there's a job I didn't finish. My friends wouldn't either."

"I'm going to finish this. It's what I've been doing even before you got here."

"Oh, and bang up job on that, really. Excellent work."

He stared at me. "How's the Thomas kid you've been following around? How's he doing? I haven't seen his little brother in a while either, you know anything about that?" I glared back.

"You don't have a choice, either way. I called the cops on you. Told them you were fake FBI and I gave them your real name. They should be here any minute." But before he could explain, something horrifying caught his attention from behind us. He fell into a crouch in front of me.

"You called the cops on me!" I shouted.

"Shut up!" he hissed, "They found us! I have to lead them away from here," he clicked his tongue, "They're too close to town. I'll take them back to the warehouse from where they came from. Give me your sweater and run."