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Post by Pat Owen on Jan 13, 2009 22:58:36 GMT -4
Pat searched through the Jon Brunner's vehicle with great interest. He couldn't believe how many supplies hunters carried around with them all of the time. Excorcism books, salt, shotguns, knives, steaks, holy water. Nearly everything Pat could imagine.
Pat grasped a cantine of holy water tightly in his hands with disgust.
"Can't have this can we?"
Pat poured the water onto the ground, making sure that it spilled far enough away that it didn't splash him. Pat glanced over at the shop.
Wonder what's going on up there...
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 13, 2009 23:26:29 GMT -4
Alexis woke up from the fifteen minutes of sleep she expected to get. The fact irritated her. It wasn't like she slept well ever, but it still got to her every time.
She remembered that there had been a demon outside. Curious if he was still there, Alexis got out of bed. Yanking her robe back on, she walked to the window. Yes, there he was. Demon.
Alexis checked to see that Jon was still sleeping soundly. She threw her clothing back on and headed downstairs. Shutting off the alarm, she went outside.
"You know," she called as she strolled across the street towards him, "I used to see a demon every six months or so. Now I find myself tripping over them twice in one week. I have a phone, I'll give you the number, you can call, there's no need to hang around on street corners."
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Post by Pat Owen on Jan 13, 2009 23:36:22 GMT -4
Pat smiled at the vampiress and gave a slight chuckle at her words.
"Only the second date and you're already giving me your number? I'm touched." Pat said sarcastically with a smirk.
Pat dropped the canteen to the ground and took a step closer to the beautiful woman.
"Well to be honest, I was told to keep an eye on you. And it's a good thing too because you may want to know a bit more about your slumber party buddy over there." Pat explained.
The demon dropped a machete onto the ground, followed by a few glasses of dead man's blood. He then waited for her reaction.
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 13, 2009 23:40:55 GMT -4
Alexis raised an eyebrow. Told to keep an eye on her? Wonderful. Falling in with demons might be added to her list of bad decisions this week. She was really losing her touch.
"Oh really, what's tha-?" Alexis looked down at the ground. Was that-? Yes, it was. Dead man's blood.
"Well, well, well," she murmured, "he's a hunter. I'm apparently not the only one keeping secrets."
That explained the cross. It had been a test. Fortunately, she'd gotten away with it.
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Post by Pat Owen on Jan 13, 2009 23:45:12 GMT -4
Pat watched her closely. He wasn't proud of spying on someone. It wasn't his style. But if it got him closer to the Winchesters then it would be done.
"Do you want me to take care of him?" Pat's eyes flashed black for a second before returning to normal.
"One less hunter could be better for the both of us..."
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 13, 2009 23:49:26 GMT -4
Alexis had her usual reaction-yes, take him out. He was a danger. But then, the feelings from earlier flashed through her mind. She had no idea why she felt so guilty about drugging him-or why she was so protective-but she was and that was that.
"No," she leaned against the truck, studying the items within. "Let me handle him. Worst comes to worst, I at least get to eat. And if things work out, maybe he knows your Winchesters. Maybe he can point us to them."
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Post by Pat Owen on Jan 13, 2009 23:51:34 GMT -4
"Fair enough."
Pat looked back up towards the windows of the building.
"If things get out of hand I'll be out here."
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Post by Alexis London on Jan 13, 2009 23:58:00 GMT -4
Alexis nodded. She wasn't exactly going to bring this up right away when Jon woke up. She was going to need to work on some of the trust she'd had with him earlier. But it was information she had now, and she'd keep it.
"Other than a small cross, I'm fairly certain he'd unarmed. I'll double check when I get back upstairs. I'll let you know if I need you."
Alexis leaned over a brushed her lips gently over his cheek.
"You might renew my faith in demons, my dear."
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