Continuous Misfortune

Meat Market

        Tim Jones walked into the dark and crowded bar, the stench of blood, wet dog & sulfur was over-powering but wasn't unpleasant, it was actually kind of, what's the word, homey. He looked around the room but didn't see Drea anywhere, he groaned, did she have to be late every time he wanted to talk to her? He sat down at the fat end of the bar, staying away from the deviants who were all for a good time and some love. Tim sometimes he felt he was the only hell spawn with any sense of dignity anymore. He observed every face, he was sure Drea hadn't changed meat suits lately, though how would she let him know if she had. He just had to keep a careful look out for someone who moved like her, looked like her, looked at him like her. So far their were just a lot of vampire chicks surrounded by muscular... somethings. Some Demon women, all of them either on somebodies lap or about to slit someone's throat, one or two this and that's flaunting around or passed out at the bar. But no sign of Drea anywhere.

        "Can I get you something honey?" A gruff looking woman asked, her sharp teeth crowding her mouth and her yellow eyes bugging from her skull.

        "A new job, my son, the world, take your pick, I prefer them to be given to me on a gold platter, heck, make it plastic that looks like gold, it'll do."

        "Sounds like you're having a rough time handsome."

        "Rough does not even begin to cut it." Tim sighed and rested his head on his hand.

        "You know, I know a girl, cute little siren, who could really take your mind off things, if you know what I mean." The woman smiled raising an eyebrow.

        "Not interested," Tim sighed. He didn't understand why Drea insisted meeting here, this happened to him every single time.

        "She's free."

        "I said," Tim's eyes went black and he swiftly slit the throat of the woman with a silver dagger. She fell to the floor with a thud but no one seemed to be paying any attention, things like this happened all the time at the Meat Market. "Not interested."

        Tim went back to surveying the bar, pocketing his dagger and re-resting his head on his hand, he should've asked the woman for a whiskey before he killed her. Oh well, too late now, he didn't really feel like bringing her back, too much work for someone he would ultimately have to kill again.

        "I wouldn't have let her off that easy, I mean what kind of hell-dwelling sociopath did she think you were." A voice spoke through all the noise, it's smoothness and familiarity cut through the calamity like a knife. Tim spun around to see Drea smiling at him, leather jacket and jeans clad. Tim stood up, a smile spreading across his lips as Drea ran towards him and jumped in his arms wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him and all at once it didn't matter where they were at or who he had just killed, all that mattered was Drea.

        "I've missed you Jareb," Drea whispered resting her forehead on his.

        "All you had to do was call,"

        "Speaking of calls," Drea planted her feet firmly on the ground but kept her arms around Tim. "Let's talk about yours."

        "Right, my son, did you find him?"

        "Yeah, kind of, I found something that will help you find him, but why's this child so important, he's not your son, he's the flesh bag's son."

        "Actually..." Tim looked away from Drea, her arms slowly unwrapped from around him and fell to her sides.

        "You have a son?"

        "Yeah, I possessed Tim Jones' body eighteen years ago and well..."

        "Do you understand what you've created? This boy could become anything at any time, he could destroy everything!"

        "No, Drea, you don't understand. This child is essential to my plot, I needed a son of man and a son of the fallen and so I made one, simple as that."

        "He is unpredictable,"

        "Well so far all he wants to do is save people, so we're probably fine for now until I get him where I need him and exact my plan."

        "Jareb, listen to me, if this thing isn't on our side, we will have to kill it."

        "And start all over? No, he's my son and I am making sure he submits!" Tim yelled and turned away from Drea looking down at the bar. Why didn't she understand that he couldn't just poof a son of man and the fallen out of thin air, he had put work into this boy and he wasn't going to let him slip away because of some girl.

        "He could be a threat to the plan."

        "He is the main piece of our plan Drea!" Tim explained turning back to face her.

        "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

        "Because I thought you'd freak out about it."       

        "It doesn't matter, I have the right to know."

        "Well you know now, I just need to get him to Miami, that's all." Tim stepped forward and stoked the side of Drea's face, she closed her eyes and sighed. She grabbed a knife from her satchel and handed it to Tim. He took it, looked it over, and then looked back up questioningly at Drea.

        "It's charmed, I have this witch friend in Poughkeepsie that owes me one. Anyways, it will point you in the right direction and when he's close it will glow red. Sound easy enough?"

        "Thank you Drea," Tim said slipping the dagger into his jacket pocket.

        "I should go, I've got stuff to do." Drea muttered starting to walk away. Tim put a hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him with confusion and irritation.

        "This will be over soon and things will go back to how they were."

        "No, they won't."

        "Any why not?"

        "You've been around the flesh-bags for too long, you've changed Jareb."

        "I am the same, I hate those things, you know that, why else would I try to eradicate the earth of them?"

        "I will always need you Jareb, but you cannot drag this out, do what you need to do.'

        "These things take time Drea," Tim brushed her hair out of her face and smiled. "I will be as fast as possible my love."

        "You better, I gotta get out of here before some warlock or vamp tries to take me home; that never ends well and it'd be a shame to get blood on these jeans." Drea snickered giving Tim a final kiss. "Be sure to misbehave."

        "Always, now go, next time I see you I will be the king."

        "See ya your majesty." Drea made her way through the crowd, any creature who dared try to touch her as she went by dropped dead in his tracks. No one did anything to stop her, no one could and not only because of the "Flirt at your own Risk" signs. Drea was a breath taking hell creature, he was a lucky man. He smiled and made his way from the Meat Market with his dagger by his side. He had to find his son and bring his to the ceremony if his plans were ever to succeed.