Chapter Three:Man Up and Move Out.

What happens when a clue that could have saved lives slips right under V's nose....?

“What the bloody hell was that for?!” Dean howls, clutching at his hand.

“I had to make sure you weren’t a shapeshifter. You passed the test.” I say nonchalantly. Like he can judge. He so would have done the same thing. You know- if men wouldn’t feel so embarrassed to carry sewing needles on their persons. I mean, sure, you can shoot a person in the foot with a silver bullet- but that seems a bit extreme, doesn’t it? To test for a shapeshifter you do have to pierce skin and muscle, but I think a smaller wound is better than being handicapped until the gaping hole in your appendage heals. Honestly- men and their testosterone. Needing to show off. Not everything requires something as flashy as a gun, but it seems like they always seem to have this super competitive ‘Macho face-off’. Do they realize no girl will ever find that attractive? And by ‘no girl’ I mean me. I don’t find that attractive. But apparently girls like Lisa Whitaker do.

“What do you two even need? It’s night out and you broke down my door. You still better have a damn good excuse.” I give them that 99% lethal stare. Unfortunately- Dean is one of those morons that is immune to said 99% lethal stare. In other words- he’s the 1%. Which also means that Dean is that idiot that can never take a hint (which is probably why our relationship failed). So that leads me to say- Dean totally deserved to have a sewing needle thrust into his hand. Jus’ sayin’. Hombre needed a wake-up call. And did it feel good hearing him shriek like that? Hell yeah it did. Do I feel bad about it? Not enough to care.

“Your dad’s been gone longer than usual.” Jayce states, stepping forward and turning on the lights, a move that makes all three of us blink from the contrast.

“Yeah, so? Pa can handle himself. I know for a fact he’s a top-notch hunter.” I snap, but with a bit less venom. Jayce has never done anything that would deserve my wrath. In fact, he’s kind of cute, in that ‘if you were two years older i’d totally date you’ kind of way. I was always three years younger than Dean, and Jayce was just two years younger than me. Thing is- I don’t date.

Nope. I’ll say it loud and proud. VIVIAN VERONA SINGER DOES NOT DATE. No man could put up with this anyway. Dean’ll vouch for me- you’ll wind up with a sewing needle in your hand. And you’ll wind up with a lot of smart remarks too, which may or may not be hurtful. Because I don’t censor. Handle the truth or get the hell out of my sight. Because I will tell you everything you don’t want to hear. Not exactly perfect girlfriend material am I? And this is why my dating days are over. My life doesn’t consist of happiness or love- my life consists of only three things. Hunt.Protect.Survive. That’s it. That’s all the good I can do in the world. And if you think that sounds terrible, try saying that again after I save your life from a gorgon. Because it’ll happen. That’s always what happens. I’m just waiting for it to happen to a certain Miss Lisa Whitaker….

“We think something...unfortunate may have happened.” Jayce says slowly.

“What makes you say that?” I ask warily, looking down the hallway to see Ripper bounding inside now that the lights were on and he knew it was safe. Dean gives him a dirty look like he’s just dragged in a dead badger in his mouth (Oh c’mon, He’s only done it twice!), I give Dean a look that says ‘If you say one more word your hand won’t be the only thing with a sewing needle in it’. And maybe Dean has just gotten better at taking hints since we last met, because he doesn’t say a word more. Good move Dean. Good move.

“Because our dad has been missing for a month too…..and the last thing he told us was to come and find help from you.” Jayce says.

“No V, we came all this way just for your charming personality and fabulous people skills.” Dean guffaws, sweeping into mocking bow. I resist the urge to knee him in the face while he’s bent down- barely.

“Let me get this straight- you two break into my house at the dead of night, and expect me to come on a wild goose chase all over heck-knows-where with you for an undetermined amount of time?” I roll my eyes. “You two are more stupid than I thought.”

“Well, you are the most dedicated hunter we know- besides our parents.” Jayce gestures like a peace offering. Jayce and Dean were here to make a smart move- when you yourself have no idea what in hell you’re doing- bring in reinforcements.

Even if your reinforcements don’t have the faintest clue either.

“I can’t just drop everything and leave…” I state, going to put my groceries away. “I have Rip to take care of.”

“What if Ripper can come too?” Jayce offers.

“Bro don’t let her take the dog!” Dean whines, Jayce gives him a quick glare.

“Well then…..yeah, I guess I’d go. But if Pops isn’t really in trouble there’s gonna be hell to pay. I’ll give you three months before I call bullsit on you guys and go home.”

“That’s enough time.” Dean promises. “Three months is plenty of time.”

I’m starting to put the packages of meat in the freezer(since, hey- obviously they aren’t going to be used for a while now) when that little slip of paper (Yeah- remember that?) falls onto the floor.

“What’s this Veeeee?” Dean teases, picking it up. “Did the cashier slip you a little love note?” He coddles.

“No. It’s from Clayton. The boy just doesn't know when to quit. I figure it’s his phone number or something.” I dismiss, Ripper giving Jayce the dreaded ‘Puppy eyes’ as he stands next to the treat jar.

“Um…..V…...I’d think again if I were you…..” Dean says slowly.

“Why?” I look back at him. His brow is furrowed like he’s actually trying to think. Isn’t that just adorable?

“Look.” He holds the paper slip out for me to read.

‘V- there’s something in my house. It killed Quinton last night. I think it’s coming for me tonight. I know you’re different….I know It’s scared of you…..you have to come help us…- Clayton’

My first thought?

One of my only friends is going to die tonight because I was too stupid to see what was in front of me. Because monsters are crafty- it was watching him tonight. Making sure that he didn’t tell me anything at the grocery store. But if it saw him slip me that note….

Clayton is in a lot more trouble than he ever was before.

Reviews

[Silent Wolf]

Oh my goodness gracious! This was just whoa oh my goodness! I can't wait for more!!!!! :3

[Catherine Frain]

Amazing well written. I love V's attitude and Dean is well stupid..

[EmaleighLynn]

Another amazing chapter! Fantastic job, and the cliffie has me on the edge of my seat! More, girl, moar!