The Eye of the Knife

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Revelations.

"What are you doing here?" My voice came out a little harsher than I meant for it too. It was really freaky that he was randomly here with me. Like how did he even find me, let alone know where I was. Listen to me, I sound like a broken record. 

He just shrugged and ordered some sort of drink. The bartender swiftly walked to the other side of the bar and started mixing several types of liquid into a single cup.

"No" I stated while looking at him instead of the sexy bartender. "You are going to tell me how you found me. Let alone knew where I was going."

"If you are implying," He said watching some soft of sports game on the TV above the bar. "That I texted myself from your phone in order to get your number and track you because I know what you do for a living and I want to be apart of it," He looked at me then. "Then you would be completely wrong." He smiled and turned back to his game.

I was outraged, but chose to not let it show. But questions still arose in my mind, and me being me I asked them without a filter. "Why didn't you just tell me you knew what I did for a living? Or travel with me? And, more importantly, how did you know what I do?"

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "I think we should answer these questions in a more private place." I sat there in shock. Did he just....?!

I sighed and finished the rest of my screwdriver. It felt nice as the slight burn went down my throat. I was really glad I decided to come here, I really needed this now. Alcohol was always a good friend of mine, especially when I really needed it.

After a few minutes I was ready to go upstairs and take a warm bath. So that's what I did, got up, with out saying a word to Christian, and went up to my room. If he knew what I did and had a way to track me, then he would surely know what room I had without me having to tell him.

The elevator ride was as boring as any other, with that annoying music playing softly in the background. I tapped the toe of my Doc Martin boots on the tiled floor, watching impatiently as the red number climbed slowly from 2 to 3. I sighed again, knowing that I couldn't make it go any faster.

I shifted the black back pack into a more comfortable position. Who knew these things could hurt so much, with such little amount of stuff inside it. Well there was my special aura cleaning supplies, and the maids outfit that I had changed into and then out of, but it shouldn't be this heavy, should it?

I blamed it on the fact that I was tired, more than I usually was at this time. I think it had to do with the emotional events of kids being involved in my job, Christian stalking me, and the slight jet lag that was still making itself present. I knew that Christian would be in my room soon enough, so I hurried into the bath. Sadly I didn't have any bubbles, but I needed a soak.

Sitting in the warmer than necessary water, I felt my body begin to relax. I rolled my shoulders to get rid of some of the tension that was built up. When was the last time I had a massage? I heard the distant sound of my hotel door closing and feet walking into the room further. I knew it was Christian without seeing the person. Only Christian would not only know my room number, he would also have a key to it too. And he would feel comfortable just walking in whenever he felt like it.

I mentally groaned again, needing a break from him already. The guy hadn't been in my life for a week yet and he already knew more about me than... well anyone. To be honest, that scares me, to know that someone could find out everything about me so easily. It was shocking quite honestly. But what was more shocking, was that he did it without my knowledge.

I thought back to the night he was in my hotel room, trying to think of when he might have even had my phone. Where was my phone even at? I wondered. Come to think of it, I don't think I have seen the damn thing in awhile. I'm starting to loose it. I thought. Never had anything gotten past me with so much ease.

I decided to get out of the water that was now mildly warm. Wrapping myself in my plush robe, I walked out of the room in search of the man that now knew me like an open book. I walked into the other room, and saw that Christian had made himself at home, taking his shoes off, laying on the bed, and turning the sports channel on.

"What are you doing?" I asked turning off the TV in record time. No one comes into my personal space and makes themselves at home without my permission first.

He glared at me. "Watching the game if you don't mind." He tried to grab the remote, but i pulled my are back out of his reach.

"No. You are going to explain yourself... now!" I said as I sat in the desk chair and directed it to face him.

He sighed but didn't object. "It all started when you let me into your room. Which, by the way, I still have no idea why you did it." He paused and looked at me as if waiting for me to interrupt and answer his unasked question. When I didn't he looked down at his hands and continued.

"I already knew demons existed before I met you. My dad was killed by one when I was younger. I witnessed the whole thing. When a cleaner came by to clean up the mess, I hid. Therefore my memory was never erased. I never told anyone about the experience, afraid of what people might think. When I first saw you, I knew there was something about you but I couldn't place it. After seeing the email that you sent, I looked while you were in the bathroom, I knew that you were a hunter. And from that moment I knew that I wanted to help you. Of course me being me, I didn't know how to tell you, so I put a tracker on your phone, and now here we are."

I sat there in shock. The cleaners were known to go a very good job by checking everywhere and everything to make sure they didn't miss anything. Never have I heard anything bad about the cleaners, especially them messing up. I didn't know what to say, regular humans weren't supposed to know about demons unless they grew up in hunters families like I did.

"So" He said breaking the silence. "Can I stay? You won't erase my memories? Cause honestly I would much rather go on adventures than stay in my dead beat jobs."

This will be hard. Me working with another person? HA! I looked into Christian's eyes, and knew that he really wanted to work with me. I could tell he wanted it more than anything else. I sighed dramatically knowing what I was about to say would kill me for sure.

"Yes, you can stay. BUT I will have to train you."