Two Worlds V

VII

I kneeled down and picked up a weed pipe after cleaning the floor in Vincent's room of his blood. I huffed and threw it in the trash bin, along with the rest of the weed and cocaine I had found in a box under his bed.

I threw the box onto his bed as I stood back up. I looked to his jacket that had been thrown behind the door. I went to it and picked it up, putting it over my arm as I walked out.

I dumped out the trash bin into a bigger bin outside and lit a match, throwing it in. I looked down to his jacket and sighed, going back in with it.

Jack ran up to me, "Cas," He said, "He's gone."

"What?" I asked, "Who's gone?"

"Vincent, his body's gone, I don't know where he is." He said.

I quickly started going to the file room. I looked in and he was right. Vince's body was gone. I went back. Where'd he go? He had been in a damn demon trap!

"We have to find him," I said, leaving the doorway, putting on the jacket.

Vincent Bryant sat on the stool at the bar, raising a glass of whiskey to his lips. The other people in the bar around him had moved away from him, or ran. He took a drink and looked down the bar at a woman. She stopped staring at him and he smirked.

"Hey, buddy," Someone said from behind him, but he ignored them, taking another drink, "I'm talking to you," They said, and went to turn him around when he turned the seat to them, resting his elbows back on the bar, glass still in hand as he looked at them, "You better get your ass out of here, you're scaring off customers."

Vincent looked into the whiskey glass, then back to them, "You wanna say that again?"

"I said, get out of my bar."

Vincent sighed and took the last drink, getting off the stool and walking past them, dropping the glass on the floor. It shattered and the bar owner looked from it to him as he left the bar.

"You better pay for that!"

"You said to leave your bar." Vince taunted, "I'm only respecting your wishes."

"Why I ought to," They started, and went after him. Vince smirked as he walked to the alley beside the bar.

They followed, "Where the hell did you go, you slippery bastard?" They looked around the alley.

Vince went up behind them and punched them in the side. They grunted and held their side as Vince hit them into the wall, punching them in the gut repeatedly. They grunted as he grinned, fang like teeth showing and he continued punching them until they were coughing up blood. He punched them in the face and backed away, letting them fall to the ground, holding themselves.

He took out a cigarette and lit it as he walked down the alley. He blew out smoke, putting his lighter away. He put his hands in his pockets.

Cas...

I leaned down, helping the person who had been beaten senseless in an alley next to the local bar. They grunted and held themselves.

"What happened?" I asked, and they cringed.

"Some guy, he," They grunted and held their ribs, "He beat me up over a glass of damn whiskey,"

"What guy?" I asked.

"He had yellow eyes, fuckin'," They breathed heavily, "Was wearing a purple shirt, and looked like a damn demon." He grunted in pain, "You could just feel it off the guy." They told me, "Like he was somethin' hell had already raised up."