Andi King didn't know how to play nice, because quite frankly, she didn't like people. She was a loner and that was how she liked it. Especially with a sadistic demon dead set on destroying her and anyone she got close to.
But that all changes when...
"A company always on the run, A destiny, oh it's the rising sun."
Bad Company by FFDP
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I sat in the corner booth of the diner with nothing more than a hot cup of burnt coffee and Elkin's letter I had tracked down at the post office. His place had been torn apart, much like he had been, but I was beyond thankful that the man had the sense to leave some sort of clue. Even if it hadn't been for me.
Of all the people that I was sure had tracked the colt back to him, he chose John fucking Winchester to leave it to. It was a kick in the ass, but in a way, even though I didn't want it to, it made sense. I may have disliked John, but he was a damn good hunter, and if Elkin's had to choose someone to leave his legacy to, it certainly wasn't going to be some young girl with a bad grudge and a knack for not giving a shit about other people.
A heavy sigh escaped me.
I knew what I had to do, yet I sat there, staring at the letter, wishing there was another way. Calling him was my only option, because as much as I hated to admit, and Dear God did I, the asshole was right and I was wrong. The colt was real. Elkin had lied to me.
But now he was dead. The box was empty. The gun was gone.
Vampires may have been my favorite thing to hunt, but there was no way I could go up against a whole nest alone. Especially if Luther hadn't hightailed it out across the country after catching wind that I was closing in on him. If he was there. If he stayed. I knew I wouldn't be able to trust myself to put my personal vendetta aside for the greater good. I just wasn't that person.
"God damnit," I muttered, finally flipping open my phone. It went to voicemail, but instead o leaving him one, I called him right back.
"What the hell do you want?" He barked after the fourth ring.
In truth, I didn't want anything from him, but the sad reality was that I needed him. "Elkin's dead."
"I heard," he grumbled into the phone. "What happened?"
I glanced around the room quickly, making sure no one was within earshot before I told him. He didn't seem surprised or even upset, for that matter. I wasn't sure what kind of relationship they had. That night in Chicago was the first time he had ever mentioned the colt or Elkin's, but it had to have been close if the old geezer intended to leave him with something this important.
My lip pulled between my teeth as I contemplated my next words. He would never hear me tell him he was right, even he was, and he sure as hell wasn't going to get an apologize, but thankfully, he didn't demanded either as I told them about the old wooden box I found empty on the floor of Elkin's office. mentioned the colt that the tone in his voice turned, curiosity getting the best of him.
