Lone Wolf

Hunger

I heard Cassidy talking to him in the other room. I was pacing, nervous. What had the preacher done to that poor kid, and how? The way he reacted to Cassidy was also weird, he played it off as if nothing was wrong. The organ girl calls him in for bible study and Cassidy comes back to me. "So I need to tell you somet'ing. And you can't react! Because if you react, then those poor sons of arseholes in that book club will hear ya, alright love?" Cassidy says in a low voice to me.

I nod, and he pulls me a little further away. "Padre has a weird angel/demon baby inside of him that can make anyone do what he says at any time. I don't know what's wrong with him!" he says, starting to walk in circles, "the angels talked to him, the bloody girl from the hotel was after him! We had to cut off her arms and legs for chrissake!"

I stare at him blankly, confused. "Y-You had to cut off the arms and legs of a random girl?" I whisper, "what the hell is wrong with you? What made you think you had to do that?"

"She wasn't—" he stops himself from yelling, and speaking quietly again, he says, "she wasn't human. Angels can't die on earth so we had to err.... restrain her."

"You still cut off her arms and legs!" I yell in a whisper.

"She was after Padre's power!" he whisper yells back.

"You can't just go around nearly killin' a bunch of people over a stupid power! Why don't he just give it back?" I say, concerned.

"We're bloody vampires all we do is go around killin' people!" he says, ignoring my question.

"I don't," I say in a low tone.

"What?" he says, tilting his head at me, "well no wonder you're so damn skinny!"

"I just got so mad the other day that I did, though! I'm still fucked up about it. I mean, why did God make me a stupid vampire if I don't even have the guts to eat a son of a bitch without cryin'," I say, realizing I've probably shared too much.

I stares blankly at me. I could tell he related in some sort of way, but wasn't admitting to it. Cassidy was a complex person, it was hard for me to be like that. It's hard for me to not open up easily, and I think that's why I expect other people to. I decided to leave, thinking it was best I spend some time alone thinking about what Cassidy was telling me.

—

"Don't hurt my baby!"

"Sh sh....."

—

The next day I had woken up from the same nightmare I had just about every night now. The woman. The baby. The man. Who were these people? Why did they want to hurt them? What do these dreams mean?

8:40am

I had fallen asleep at around 11:30am yesterday. I suppose I was tired. I get up and put on some jeans and a light t shirt. When I walk downstairs, things were normal for mornings. Guys leaving with sweat stains and unbuttoned jeans, the smell of bacon and beer in the air, Mosie having tea and talking to... the Quincannon guy again? She looks over at me, "need anything Dezzy?" she asks.

I pause, "uh...uhm... no."

I stare at her for a little, studying her face to see any intentions she had with this guy. "Well alright then," she interrupts my thoughts, "go on now."

I nod slowly, and grabbing a beer, I walk away. I contemplate whether I want to go find Cassidy again, but I assume if he wanted to see me that he would come here. So I stay.

I sit in my bed and ponder what Cassidy told me yesterday. If the preacher wanted to keep this power and use it for the church (if that what he wanted to begin with), then why was he using it to send people to hell? What were this preacher's intentions?