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“How do you know that? Are you psychic? Did you have some kind of vision that they were gonna hurt someone? ‘Cause if you did, maybe you should be put down. Sounds like something a demon could do, don’t you think?” Sophie responded, before actually sitting down beside Glen, cringing when he tried pull away from her. 

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I was just tryin’ to find you,” he probably didn’t care, didn’t believe her, but that didn’t matter. All she cared about was getting him out of here safe. That didn’t seem to be the plan though, considering as she spoke she saw where the blood had been coming from. 

“Does he look like an animal to you right now?” She gritted out as she tried to grab for the blanket off the worn out bed so she could use it to help stop the bleed, cringing as she placed on hand on the wound to try to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. “There’s a monster in this room alright, but it’s not guy bleeding on the fucking floor.”

     He supposed she was trying to make some sort of sense of her rambling, but it sounded like a load of nonsense. The hunter scoffed again. “You’re talking out your ass.”

     “She’s off her rocker. What the fuck?” Dan shifted his footing, looked to his companion uncertainly.

     The voices moved in and out. Glen wavered a moment, not sure what exactly was happening. Confusion took hold as he looked up at Sophie. It took a minute for him to understand what she meant. “You’re not... not with them.” It came out with a soft breath, quiet relief. 

     He started to move, but the pain in his side was too much. “They found me--I tried to fight...” It was only then that he seemed to notice the amount of blood on his shirt and he let out a bitter, scared laugh. “Silver.” That explained why he wasn’t healing.

“– really?”

That really hit … something, in Tanja’s mind. It made her feel both more nervous and more relaxed at the same time and the conflicting emotions felt a little like a full-body shiver. The implication was so huge but at the same time Vivian kept it close to her chest and Tanja didn’t want to think she’d misinterpreted. 

So she asked.

“Like, they’re … they’re not really … human, either?”

And that was something else, too. It was the first time she’d referred to herself as something other than human. She wasn’t even sure if that was right, but she didn’t think she could be, well … if she wasn’t human she at least wasn’t a normal one.

But putting it like that also felt strange, felt - bad, but at the same time …

it was difficult to put into words. 

     There was a change in the air, something so noticeable that it gave Vivian pause. Uncertainty, excitement--it was hard to tell. She had never thought she was so in-tune with others emotions or energies, but there it was. Maybe, she briefly considered, maybe it was her own anxiety creeping in, making it hard to tell.

     In either case, Vivian’s laugh came out quickly, higher pitched than usual. “Well, some?” Ahead of them, a few steps away, Glen walked. His head was turned slightly to the side and she knew he was listening. Would he bail her out and offer a better explanation?

     “There are others like us, ones who are part of our pack--albeit not as many as we’d like. Then there are witches, who are human, just very talented ones.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “And then there are the ones who aren’t human, or no longer human. Like the vampires, the demons.”

     As she let that sink in, Glen slowed his pace until he fell into step next to Vivian, height towering over her much shorter stature. “It’s a lot more common that you think. A lot of towns, cities usually, have at least some population.” His smile started slowly. “The world takes all kinds, good or bad.” 

“Right? I mean, I love my coffee, don’t get me wrong, but that much caffeine and the amount of sugar and stuff I have to put in my coffee would probably kill me dead,” though she already did eat a lot of sugar, so maybe it wouldn’t kill her too much. 

Sophie couldn’t help but laugh as she pictured Anne having to deal with the boring ex, “Seriously? Maybe he thought it was like, a turn on or something. Like, ‘I know how to save you money on your taxes, doesn’t that get you hot?’”

     Anne tsked and took a sip of her drink. “Probably why he drinks it black. Balance out the caffeine and sugar ratio? Just a theory.” She had to have sugar in her coffee. Maybe a bit of cream. More power to him if he could stand the bitter stuff.

     She snorted before she could stop herself, thankful she’d swallowed her drink or else she might’ve spat it out all over Sophie. “Oh God. I never thought of it like that,” she said through her laugh. “Oh God.” That was funny as hell.

“I’ll get extra, and more coffee, though I’ll make sure it’s not so strong so you’ll actually be able to sleep,” not that he’d probably have trouble, but she was a little bit worried about it. 

She grinned after he kissed her, watching him and making sure he got in before heading towards their usual coffee spot to get the donuts and coffee. It would have probably been cheaper to go to Dunkin’ Donuts, but she wanted them to be special to celebrate. 

She got herself an outrageously large frozen coffee and Glen his usual, and she decided to just hang out in the shop and people watch until he was ready for her to pick him up. 

     Glen already knew the manager of the bar, but he got to meet the owner too. The interview went as well as expected, but when they told him there were other interviews and they’d get back to him, he figured that was that. He thanked them for their time and headed out.

     It had gotten warmer in the hour he was inside, and he stuck to the shade under the awning as he lit up a cigarette and sent his text to Sophie.

     [text]: interview over. it went okay. coffee now? I need my fix.

    Caffeine and nicotine--the best combination for battling nerves, but he wasn’t nervous, and he felt even more weary than before. Yeah, he’d be crashing to sleep at some point very soon.