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Jo tried to open the door to the newly rebuilt Roadhouse while holding a barely conscious teenager in her other arm.
“Thank god you're alive!“ Ellen tore open the door and stared at her daughter. There was more than a hint of accusation in her voice and glare. It's how she showed how worried she'd been.
“Yep, Mom, I'm alive. Now can you help me with this boy? He's injured!”
Distractedly, Ellen looked at him for the first time. He was a black boy who looked to be about 15 years old, and bleeding from several wounds. “Sure”, she mumbled and together they brought him inside the bar room and laid him on the pool table. Ellen still winced every time she looked at it, remembering Ash who'd so frequently slept on one just like it.
“OK, that's it for now.” Jo wiped strands of blonde hair from her forehead and looked up from the teenager, who's wounds they'd just cleaned and dressed. The painkillers had knocked him out.
“What's his name and what happened?”, asked Ellen.
“I don't know! He was barely conscious the whole time and I didn't exactly have a chance for formal introductions!” Jo almost threw her hands up, she only now realized how tense she was. That's a good quality in a hunter, she thought, I can stay on focus during the job and only stress out after everything's dealt with.
“OK, OK, how about we get you a drink?”, offered Ellen.
“Coffee”, said Jo.
Ellen looked at her quizzically.
“I'm not drinking alcohol any more. Have you seen any of the other hunters? I don't want to end up an alcoholic like ninety percent of them!”
Ellen laughed. “If more of them were as sensible as you, I'd be out of a job!” But she was proud of her daughter. At least one thing less to worry about. Now she only had to worry about demons, werewolves, ghosts, pagan gods and whatever else might get her before she could get them. But Ellen was no fool. She knew that her daughter was an excellent hunter – already one of the best she'd ever met, and she'd met most of them. They all drifted through the Roadhouse doors sooner or later. But fool or no fool, she was still Jo's mother, and she did worry, even as she got her her coffee.
“Demons”, said Jo as soon as Ellen had sat down facing her. She made it sound as though this one word explained everything.
“How many? And did you get them?”
“Yeah, I did. They weren't expecting anyone! Ha! Three of them. That's the only survivor.” She jerked her head towards the pool table.
“He was possessed?!”
“Yeah. Poor kid...”
Ellen sighed. “Poor kid”, she agreed.
Jo hesitated. Then she said: “I've been thinking...”
Suddenly, the boy groaned and tried to sit up. He fell back again.
“You OK?”, asked Ellen, bending over him.
He just stared at her, confused and scared.
“I'm sorry. I'm Ellen. You know my daughter Jo?”, she asked, as Jo appeared in the boy's field of vision.
He squinted at her. “You... It hurt!”
“That was an exorcism. You were possessed by a demon.” Jo tried to sound sympathetic, but she had no idea how to make it any easier for the poor kid. Jo remembered that even though she'd been surrounded by hunters and everything that brings with it for her whole life, she'd never had to face any actual monsters at that age. They weren't generally stupid enough to come near the Roadhouse.
The boy curled up into a ball and seemed to have trouble breathing. Jo knew that Ellen only refrained from shooting her a reproachful look because she was too busy trying to comfort the kid.
“It's OK. You're safe know. It's over.”
It took a while before he could breathe normally again. His eyes were still wide with fear though.
“What's your name?”, asked Jo.
“Makori.”
“Can you get up?” Ellen helped him down from the pool table and into her most comfortable chair (that was relative though). Makori winced a lot; the demon had left him in a pretty bad state. Although it could have been a lot worse.
Jo hurried to fix him a cup of hot cocoa. That's what hurt and scared kids need, right? At least it gave her an excuse to not look him in the eyes for a few minutes.
Ellen was far better at talking to Makori than she was. And it wasn't just because he associated Jo with the pain and terror of the exorcism. Jo caught herself staring at Ellen. She'd always seen her surrounded by gruff, unwashed hunters and she'd always fit in perfectly (though to be fair she did place a higher priority on personal hygiene than most of the Roadhouse guests). But now Jo saw her other side. Her caring, gentle and empathetic side. She'd never seen her talk to another person besides herself like this, and she'd never quite realized what she'd had.
Makori loved the cocoa, even though he seemed to be a bit embarrassed. He was 15 years old, after all. Ellen allowed him to drink and look around for a bit, taking in the surroundings for the first time. Makori frowned. He was probably too young to have seen many bars from the inside. After a while, she asked him: “What do you remember?”
Makori looked down at his hands holding the cup and swallowed. “I don't know. Not much. There's a– not sure. Like a black wall in my mind. I don't know.”
“It's OK”, said Ellen, “It's OK, that's normal.”
“Normal?” Makori looked up. He jumped to his feet and screamed, “Demonic possessions are 'normal' for you people?”
“Uh, no, I mean...”, stammered Jo, trying to calm him down. She took a deep breath and tried again. “I mean it's normal for people who were possessed to not remember all of it.” She shot Ellen a sideways glance, seeking reaffirmation.
Ellen looked uncomfortable. “We are hunters. We hunt demons and other monsters.” She sighed. “So, yeah, we see a lot of demonic possessions.”
Makori fell back on his chair. He was shaking, probably still too exhausted to stand up for more than a few seconds. But he looked a bit less freaked out.
“So you hunt monsters? Demons?”, he asked after a while.
“I do”, said Jo.
But Ellen shook her head. “Me, not really. I just run this roadhouse. Hunters stop by. But I've always tried my damnedest to stay away from hunting myself. Not always successfully!” She let out a short bark of laughter.
Jo was glad that her mother didn't seem angry at her anymore, for getting her into hunting. Or for choosing the hunter's life.
“So. Where do you live? We should get you back home.” Ellen was already on her way to get the car keys, but Makori didn't move.
“Please”, he said quietly.
“Please what?”, asked Jo, looking at him curiously.
“Just...”, Makori hesitated and then took a deep breath and looked at both of them. “Please don't take me to my foster parents, OK?”
“Why not, they must be worried sick! And where else would you go?”, asked Ellen.
Makori's face was hard. “I don't care. I don't care where I go or if they think I'm dead! In fact, I hope they think I'm dead, that way they won't come after me!”
“That bad?”, asked Jo, but she knew the answer. It was obvious.
“You really think I'm exaggerating?”
“No, hadn't thought so...” Jo sighed. Then she turned to her mother. “Mom, can I talk to you for a sec?”
“What is it?” They were both in the kitchen now, shooting glances towards Makori who still sat where they'd left him. Probably still can't get up on his own, Jo thought with a pang of compassion. She knew the feeling.
“You remember, right before he came to, I wanted to tell you something?”
“Yes? What about that?” Ellen looked at her, confused.
“Well, it was exactly about this. We can't just send all these people back home and expect them to cope! Where will they go for help? How will they deal? And I don't just mean Makori here, I mean all of them, all the people we 'save' – vamps turned back, ghost victims, people who lost everyone they loved, people who's world was shattered and everything they believed in with it! Everything they thought they could count on!” She stared at Ellen, wide eyed and slightly out of breath. Then she was suddenly quiet again. “You know, I had you, growing up. After everything that happened with Dad...”
Ellen squeezed her hand briefly. She always did this when someone mentioned him.
Jo swallowed, then went on, “Most people have no one left. Some of them start hunting. And you know better than anyone how well that turns out most of the time! How healthy that is!” She glared at her mother accusingly, as though it was Ellen's fault.
“What do you want me to do? Hold their hands? What do you think a bartender's job is all about? It's not about just getting them their drinks, I can tell you that! They chose this as their go-to place because I can listen, and I can keep my mouth shut! And I know what that kind of life is all about!”
Jo rolled her eyes. “Mom, I've worked here alongside you, remember? I know what you do here. All I'm saying is, people like Makori and pretty much all the people we save from monsters need somewhere to go for help, or at least someone they could call in the middle of the night! And it's not as if they can just go to any old psych with their stories!”
Ellen sighed. “You're right...”
“So, I was thinking, maybe you could make a few phone calls? For example, what about Garth? And the psychic from Lawrence? What's her name? Missouri? Don't you think if you asked them, they'd be OK if we gave their numbers out to people like Makori? And I'm sure you know more who could help.”
Ellen was impressed. “That idea is not half bad! I think I'll actually call Garth and Missouri right away and then...” She mumbled a few other names that Jo didn't quite catch, because her mother had already turned around to get her address book. Jo beamed. She was proud of her mother. And of herself, too, because after all, it was her idea. She'd be much more comfortable hunting now, knowing that the people she saved would actually be safe. And not end up emotionally devastated for life.
“So does this mean I can stay the night?”, Makori asked as he saw Ellen's small smile after she came back out of the kitchen.
“You can stay more than just one night. I'm not really sure what we'll do with you, but first of all you need to get better. So don't you worry about where to stay, now. I'll be damned if I throw a kid like you out on the streets!”
“What were you both talking about? Deciding if I can stay?”
“No, Jo here had another idea. See, I know people. Hunters, mostly, but also some psychics, healer-witches and even a really nice werewolf! So I called a few of them up, asking if they could picture themselves lending an ear to people like you. You know. People who barely got out alive after a run-in with some monsters.”, Ellen explained.
“A werewolf.”, was all Makori could think to say to that.
“Yeah”, chimed in Jo, “But like Ellen said, Garth is really nice! He never eats people, only animals. And he has a real community and they're all peaceful werewolves. They're all a bit hippie if you ask me, but whatever works for them, right?”
“O-K”, said Makori slowly. “Friendly werewolves. Werewolves being a real thing at all. Hm.” He frowned.
“Don't worry. Take your time getting used to all this. If you want to, you can call Missouri and see how you get along with her. She's 100% human, so don't worry! I haven't met her in person yet, but I hear she's really good with people. But first, I'll show you your room and get you something to eat.”
Ellen gave Makori a room on the ground level, because even though he was doing much better after a decent meal, stairs would still be too much. Jo gave him some of her old clothes that barely fit, but at least they were clean and free from bloodstains. And they didn't smell of sulfur.
“Here, take this as well. It's an amulet. Protects against demonic possession and some other crap like ghosts and minor dschinns.” Jo held out what looked like a small metal coin on a string.
Makori suddenly looked nauseous and held on to the bed-post for support.
“Ghosts aren't real”, he whispered. He sat down on the bed.
Jo didn't know what to say. Of course she knew ghosts were real (she would never forget her very first hunt!), but she also knew that it was too much to take in in one day. What had she been thinking, casually mentioning ghosts like that? But it was too late to take it back now.
Makori jumped up and stamped his good foot. “Neither are monsters! Or demons! You are all messed up! I was abducted! That's all! Abducted! By people! And thanks for rescuing me and all but maybe I should go now.”
“Wait!” Jo stared at him. Did he really believe that? After everything he's been through, did he really believe it was just people?
“Makori. Wait. It's OK”, Ellen called out to him as he limped through the bar room, but stayed several feet away, to give him space.
“No! You just try to tell me fairytales about monsters and princesses but that's all crap! I'm done here!”
“You're in denial. That's normal.”
“Yeah right!”, scoffed Makori, “Denial. I'm denying the existence of demons! And hippie werewolves and dschinn ghosts or whatever crap you're making up next! Call me weird, but I think I'd rather hitch a ride to the next town and go see a doctor, you know, someone with an actual degree, instead of some witch who's only credentials are that she's guaranteed 100% pure human, honest!”
“Missouri is not a witch. But OK, I get your point”, said Ellen, “You don't have to call her. Or anyone. You don't have to talk to us, either, if you don't want to.” She pointed to the phone on the bar. “Use that if there's someone you do want to call. But please at least stay the night. I can't let you out in your state, you can barely walk!”
Makori sat down on a chair. “Well, OK then.” He didn't look at either of them.
Neither Jo nor Ellen usually went to bed before dawn, it just wasn't a thing in their lines of work. So they sat down at the bar and talked a bit and just shared silence, like they never used to do when Jo still lived here. She smiled to herself.
“What're you smiling at?”, asked Ellen, half smiling herself.
“Nothing. It's just... We seem to get along way better now that we don't live together anymore, don't you think? Maybe I should've moved out way earlier!”, Jo laughed.
“Crap! Just 'cause you're a pain in the ass doesn't mean I wouldn't still want you to be my little girl and live here with me!” But Jo could hear that Ellen had finally accepted her decision to lead her own life. She could have squeezed her for that.
“I haven't been a little girl in a long while”, she said instead. Just for the record. Moms can be awfully forgetful about such things.
Ellen just rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything.
“So, do you have a new job already, or do you want me to find you some work?”, she asked after a while.
“I...”, Jo began, but was interrupted by a small noise. She jerked upright and was suddenly very alert, registering all the small sounds and movements, even smells, she hadn't noticed a moment ago. The hum of the refrigerator. A moth circling the lamp in the corner. The smell of spilled beer and whiskey that clung to the bar and the floor, no matter how much you scrubbed them. No sulfur or ectoplasm though. But there it was again. And this time she knew exactly what it was and where it came from. Ellen had heard it too.
“You okay? Makori?”, Jo and Ellen both shouted as they knocked on his door and immediately opened it.
“No!”
He lay in bed, sheets tangled under him as though he'd been fighting them, and his eyes closed. That was odd.
Jo scanned the room for any sign of danger, while Ellen stood back to back with her, keeping an eye on the door and hallway. Jo was sure they had this room, like every last cabinet in the Roadhouse, protected against every known form of monster, but she also knew that no protection is good enough to let your guard down, ever, and also that there are a lot of unknown monsters out there, just waiting for an opportunity.
“Makori, what is it? Did you see something?”, she asked him. He still had his eyes shut. Please don't let a ghost or something have gotten to him! Jo prayed silently.
The boy sat up slowly, with difficulty, as though an invisible entity was holding him back, and seemingly also with difficulty, opened his eyes. He stared at Jo and Ellen, but didn't say anything, couldn't say anything. His face was screwed up with pain and fear, and he struggled as he tried to speak. After a few attempts, he said, “I remember now. Some of it. You were right. They were monsters. Not just people.” Makori began to cry. Jo looked away and blinked, she almost cried as well. So no ghost had haunted him, just memories. How the heck do you get rid of those? She wished she could shoot them with rocksalt for him, but didn't know what to say.
Ellen sat down next to him on the edge of the bed, which creaked. “You want to talk about it?”
