‘Where the Streets Have No Name’ came together in a bit of a rush the evening before we were due to start recording again…I was recording onto a four-track tape machine, working alone, sequencing keyboards to the drum machine. I was starting to get desperate and thinking about the next tour. I imagined being at a U2 show and tried to dream-up what I would want to hear. It was my attempt to conjure up the ultimate U2 live-song. It was a strange feeling when I finished the rough mix, because I thought I had just come up with the most amazing guitar part and song of my life, but I was totally alone in a big house with no one to share it with. I remember listening to the complete silence of the house for a few seconds after the music had stopped and then doing a dance around the room punching the air. Then I went home.
The Edge, U2 by U2
lmao that is the most adorable thing I have ever heard I love Edge so much
he is totally my spirit animal
also did this dude literally just spontaneously decide one evening “I’m going to write the best live song ever, like, THE quintessential song that will define U2 concerts forever henceforth,” and then just like…sat down and…did that??? in one night??? how
like damn son, if Edge had been around Italy in whatever BC, Rome WOULD have been built in a day
A little warning next Time? - [Eggsy Unwin X Reader]
[Alrighty anon!!! I love me some Eggsy, so fuuuuck yes. >:) This took me SOOOO fucking much longer than I wanted it to, like literally all day– and also went down so many different paths until I wound up here lol. Hope you like where it went! <3
About: Your boyfriend Eggsy comes home covered in blood holding a bag of guns… That doesn’t seem normal for a tailor…
If someone would of told you what you know now just over 18 months ago — things might have been a little easier to process. Maybe you wouldn’t have been as surprised or… you know, worried that you two might die later had a certain someone provided just a little warning.
Or perhaps you’d still be fucked — who really knew? The whole world of espionage was rather new to you, and it wasn’t everyday your boyfriend dropped something like this at your feet. This kind of shit only happened in those cheesy action movies Eggsy loved, right?
That’s what you thought before today, anyway… Before he busted through your apartment door throwing down a bag full of guns like it was just some dirty laundry; his suit ripped to shreds, completely covered in blood; his face just as busted to match.
“Babe, we gotta scram. There’s a fuck ton I gotta tell ya, but I ain’t doin’ it here.” He wasn’t looking at you when he talked, which bothered you more than anything else. The blood you could handle, it wasn’t unusual for him to show up covered in it. The guns however were a little more concerning. “Look, I gotta tell you somethin’, and I ain’t jokin’ luv, alright?”
“Yeah, alright…” You were hesitant, confused and even scared in that moment, but you were ready to listen. He was frantically grabbing things from your drawers and closet, paying no attention to what he grabbed — things you’d not worn in ages and stuff that made no sense to pack like, snow coats and other winter clothing.
“Don’t be cross, will ya? But, I kinda —”
For looking so fucking horrid, he sure acted nonchalant about the whole thing. A moment later he finally stopped shoving piles of clothing into your bags, pulling his eyes to meet yours. Eggsy was breathing quickly, and you could tell something was wrong even it not for the bag of weapons and his beyond butchered suit.
“What the hell did you do, Eggy?” You asked, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little mortified. He looked like he’d murdered someone, had the shit beat out of him or maybe even both. You were frozen in place, the fear wrapping a tight web around you.
“Nothin’ babe…” This is when Eggsy looks down on his suit, finally seeing how terrible he looked. Your eyes started to fill with salted tears you wouldn’t let slip as he raise his hands and brows towards you passively. “I know how it looks, but I ain’t in trouble.”
You could tell he wanted to keep running around shoving shit everywhere, but that he was stopping for you. It was clear he could see that you needed to know what the fuck was going on. “Then what? Why are you packing my clothes… why are you all fucking bloody— again? And please, pleasedon’t lie to me… What the fuck is with the guns, Eggsy?”
Eggsy tossed a look towards the bag as he pulled his top lip between his teeth lowering his brows. He nodded softly as he run a hand across his chin in thought; deciding how he’d play this. “Alright… listen. I ain’t a tailor.”
When he said that you felt a strange wave wash over you starting from your debts of your stomach; spreading like an almost numbing pain as it fanned through the rest of your body in tiny pinpricks. You didn’t know what to say, so you just pulled your lips tightly together and crossed your arms hoping he’d elaborate.
“And I ain’t ever done a conference for one either…”
Here is the part where you’re starting to feel indignant, and you’re not even trying to hide the displeasure form your face anymore. For the next 45 seconds you completely forgot about the bag and the blood and you just wanted to know what the hell he was getting at. “What the fuck are you talking about.”
He didn’t finish, and it didn’t make sense but all you could hear was ‘someone else’. “With who?”
Eggsy stepped forward suddenly, his eyes were heavy and sung with pain at your words as he shook his head back and forth. “It ain’t like that. It’s just you, s’always been you, luv… you gotta know that.”
“What is all of this then, hm? What’s going on?” Your words were spitting out so fast you doubted he even understood most of them. But you were feeling at least 3 too many emotions right now and it was taking far more control not to cry than you wanted to admit.
“What I do— for work. It’s sorta like…” He paused sliding his eyes to the large cushioned bed his pup lay on. “Sorta like what JB does, yeah?”
“Your… dog?” You shook your head in almost a full loss of words, tossing the pug a quick look to match the confusion lining your voice.
For some reason though you were pretty positive he wasn’t referring to your 3rd roommate— at least not in the way it seemed. And by the look Eggsy returned as he stepped closer to you, it was clear you’d been right.
He took another step towards you shaking his head, his breathing was still hurried and you could tell his anxiety was raising with each second that passed.
After another moment you took a deep breath in, “You trying to say what I think you are?” All of the anger you felt began seeping off like a teabag in warm water, the feeling of realization spreading alongside it tasting sweet like honey.
Now he’s about a foot from you and his beryl eyes are as solemn as they come while he nod up and down briefly.
In that moment your bedroom spun out losing all form as you think back on the last year and a half in awe. Back to all of Eggsy’s suspiciously long work trips. The strange hours… the near constant blue brown color decorating his ribs and arms… You remembered every excuse he made like they were your own and you started to see it with perfect clarity.
Broke up a fight that’s all, luv… Tripped down a flight, babe…. Was just Dean again, don’t worry, yeah?
Saying you were confused wasn’t exactly accurate, you were well passed the point of normal confusion, and headed straight for the denial and padded room. Only you realize now that you sorta always knew what he was, even if you didn’t want to admit it. And if you were being honest with yourself, you may have even preferred that he was cheating on you to this insane shit.
Cheating would have been easy… You’d dealt with cheaters before: You cry, you cut them out and you move on. But this? This you hardly even knew how to comprehend, let alone process. Where’s a copy of The Dummie’s Guide to My Boyfriend Is a Fucking Spy when you need one?
You step back pressing your back to the dresser, steading yourself as you pull a hand to your head while the room focused in around you. As you scan the walls avoiding his gaze you see the photos from the life you built together. Each vacation and holiday, each smile and kiss… You think on the nights you spent twisted in the sheets pressed warm against his body; and to the coffee filled mornings with sleepy kisses and sloppy hugs. In a few seconds you remember it all, and as you slide your eyes to him, you’re not sure what to think.
“All your work trips? The odd hours… All your fucking cuts and bruises— whatever other bullshit you fed me… Those were all just lies?” Now you’re a mix between really fucking pissed off and maybe even a little turned on if you were being honest… But mostly, you were just sad. Sad and concerned. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I couldn’t… shouldna now even, but I did and I’ll tell you everythin’ you wanna know, I swear— but not here.” Eggsy stepped closer to you, placing his hand in yours. When he spoke this time, you could tell he was holding something else in his voice… Fear. “You ain’t safe here anymore. We really gotta go.”
“… what?” Your brows lowered as you shot your face to his in an instant. You weren’t mad exactly or… were you? It wasn’t every day your boyfriend came storming in with enough guns to man a small army just to tell you he was a fucking spy or some shit. Oh, sorry, but also now your life’s in danger, don’t forget get that part… “Y-you can’t just— this is just a joke, right? This is our home, Eggsy… You can’t just exp—”
Eggsy’s eyes were deliberate and sever when he locked them on yours; and that made everything both easier and harder to understand. His lips were slightly parted as he pull his hands to either side of your face; holding you soft yet urgently between his fingers. “Babe, I ain’t fuckin’ around.”
His azure eyes seemed brighter as they flicked hurriedly between your own; you felt your heart pounding like a thousand drums as he finished, not breaking your gaze once. “D’you trust me?”
“Course I do, Eggy. But you’re just… you’re scaring me.”
He nearly interrupted you with fervid eyes and undertones purring in apprehension and guilt. “I shouldna lied to you— not ever and I ain’t gonna do it again.” Eggsy paused still holding your face gently, and now is the part where you’re really starting to feel anxious; but you merely nodded lightly between his grasp permitting him to continue. “Everythin’ I did was to stop all this from ever happenin’, you gotta know that.”
“I believe you…” You replied softly placing your own hand to the side of his his face, he was warm and his eyes flinched slightly when you touched his bruised cheek.
Eggsy kissed you then spreading his fingers through your hair as he pulled you closer. Pressing his mouth to yours more ardently than you’d felt it and you realized just how terrified he really was. So much so that he was nearly shaking… how had you not noticed it before?
“Can you still trust me?” He whispered quietly placing his forehead against yours.
You couldn’t managed to say anything back at first, but you nodded intently with eyes closed. Of course you still trusted him, but you were overwhelmed and frightened. It was hard to speak with your heart beating so loudly that you could feel it echoing in your ears. “Where are we going…”
“Somewhere no ones gonna hurt you. All’s you needa know is I ain’t gonna let anythin’ happen to you… I’m gonna keep you safe.”
You stared into those big blue eyes, dancing between specks of blood and tiny gashes decorating his neck and face. His hair was tossed, and he wore a pair of black rimmed glasses with a wide crack in the left frame. As you finish you wondered how much of that blood was even his…
Even with the scene before your eyes, your heart managed to steady in that moment… Eggsy traced his thumb lightly across your chin and lips holding the most doleful of expressions. You’d only seen that look on his face once since you’d met him.
Eggsy gave it to you and then he disappeared for 2 days last year… Before he ran off to do god knows what before the entire world went homicidal.
Thinking back to that day as you scan the face before you made you feel weird and almost sick to your stomach. As you continue thinking on the last 18 months, a lot of strange things started making sense to you.
“From what?” You finally managed to push out of the clutter of your mind. Part of you already knew what the answer would be and you know it doesn’t really matter, but you want to hear it in his voice.
Eggsy doesn’t say anything at first, he merely looks at you with brow furrowed woefully. His mouth was pulled back so far in a frown that your heart ached just looking at it and you couldn’t help but place a hand to his cheek.
“I promise I’ll tell you everythin’ I can… But it ain’t safe here, luv, I told you. We gotta go now.”
What else was there left to do at this point but listen to him? So you nodded diffidently as you licked your lips and snapped your fingers to the side calling JB from his bed. “Alright, Eggy… Lets get the fuck out of here.”
Eggsy smiled at you wholeheartedly, pulling you into a tight kiss before finishing the terrible pack job he’d started. You couldn’t say why you hadn’t listened to his pleading earlier. Maybe you were just tired of not getting any answers or maybe it was the nature of his confession and the manner in which he presented it to you…
Whatever it was, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust Eggsy. Of course you trusted him. You trusted him more than anyone. But he had dropped a bomb bigger than the nuke from Fallout on your ass and it was hard to just accept that you could go from hanging in bed with your dog to having someone on their way to murder you.
Something that big was bound to have a bit of an adjustment period, and yours was decidedly below average.
And all you could think was that this kinda shit only happened in those cheesy action movies Eggsy loved… This shit just didn’t happen to normal people. Not to you or your fucking tailor boyfriend….
Except it was happening. Here you were with a pug named Jack Bower in one hand and your tailor spy boyfriend in the other; staring reverently and incandescently at the blood covered man clutching a bag stuffed to the brim with guns.
You scanned the walls one last time wondering where you were headed or if you’d see the place you two called home again… But when he squeezed your hand, pulling your gaze to his you realized it just didn’t matter where you were or what you had with you… What mattered was that you had Eggsy, and that he had you.
Your home wasn’t a place, it wasn’t a time: it was him.
Okay here’s the story with this: I was trying to put together a playlist of songs that fit the mood of an Alice in Wonderland universe, just to get myself into the mood, right… So I asked my mom if she could think of any songs. She offered a few obvious songs, then a little bit later when her bf was messing around on the drums she asked him to play what he thought of on the spot with the prompt. I missed the first 10-15 seconds or so of it, but this is what he came up with. (and tbh I think it fits the mood of the au really well)
I shall deck ye in laces and jewels,” he said softly. “I havena been able to give ye much, ever, save a wee silver ring, and my mother’s pearls.”
“You’ve given me a lot more than that,” I said. I wrapped my fingers around his thumb and squeezed. “Brianna, for one.”
He smiled faintly, looking down at the deck.
“Aye, that’s true. She’s maybe the real reason – for staying, I mean.”
I pulled him toward me and he rested his head against my knee.
“This is her place, no?” he said quietly. He lifted a hand, gesturing toward the river, the trees, and the sky. “She will be born here, she’ll live here.”
“That’s right,” I said softly. I stroked his hair, smoothing the thick strands that were so much like Brianna’s. “This will be her country.” Hers, in a way it could never be mine or his, no matter how long we might live here.
He nodded, beard rasping gently against my skirt.
“I dinna wish to fight, or have ye ever in danger, Sassenach, but if there’s a bit I can do… to build, maybe to make it safe, and a good land for her…” He shrugged. “It would please me,” he finished softly.
~ Drums of Autumn, Chapter 9, “Two-Thirds of a Ghost”
Happy 4th of July to all my American followers! And to all our veterans past, future, and present, thank you for your service 🇺🇸🎆🇺🇸🎆🇺🇸
Alright so I used to work for taco hell and had one of those days where customers yelled at you and we’re rude for petty reasons so I was working front register but it was during a lunch rush so I had a head set on so I can jump in drive thru when needed had a young woman mid twenties come in with her friend everything goes smooth she hands me her money and steps a little to the side of the counter that had the headset covering my ear and as I’m counting out her change I guess she was trying to tell me she had the exact amount of change but there was a drive thru order so I could not hear her until she screamed at me and gave me the change which she probably should have done in the first place imo cue to a few hours later had an old couple come in took their order and asked for their name cause I was still on the front reg I couldn’t hear the old guy so I asked again for his name but put bent over the counter a bit to hear him better cause this dude sounded like he smoked a pack a day for like 40 years and the old guy got extremely close to my ear and shouted at the top of his old man lungs like ow? I moved closer to hear you asshole no need to blow out my Fucking ear drum but I finished the transaction clearly peeved off and sent them on their merry way but seriously fuck customers who get mad when you can’t hear them like sorry restaurants tend to get noisy sometimes?
The moment you’ve all been waiting for… THE SEQUEL TO “SOMETHING ELSE” I don’t think the characterization is that great this time cause I’m still struggling with his character I just keep having Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man in my head lol
Title: Spider-Boy Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Summary: Patching Peter up after an ass kicking leads to interesting developments and consequences. Word Count: 1,343 Warnings: food mention, CA:CW spoilers (kinda), bruising
Peter groans quietly as he sits down
on the chair, a bag of peas pressed to his eye. He notices the amused look on your
face as you douse a cotton pad in anti-septic solution, finding humor in
Peter’s first fight. When you press the cotton to the cuts on his arm, Peter
sucks a breath in and cringes away.
"Could you, like, not do
that?“ he asked, face still contorted in pain.
"It’s either this or
infection,” you told him as he sighs.
But to Peter’s delight, you quickly
remove the cotton pad and replace it with a bandage. There’s a few more wounds
to dress, but once you’re done, you trash the gloves and contaminated supplies,
relieving Peter of the burning sensation of antiseptic.
"Not as much fun as you
thought, huh?“ you asked, eyebrows raised in interest.
Peter laughs tiredly. "You
should’ve seen the other guys.”
So uuhhh first of a thank you all?? Like holy shit?? I was not expecting 1k followers at all, not to mention so quickly, when I opened this blog.
Secondly, I owe an apology to anyone who expressed interest in doing an exchange, because unfortunately, I’ll have to postpone that until after I finish the……………
Requests! That’s right, I’m opening fic requests! Probably more like drabbles or micro-fics (Depending on the amount of response). Give me a character/a pairing and a prompt (not gonna do it if you don’t), and I’ll do my best to transfer those into something you might enjoy :D
I’m up for pretty much anything else (No Zarkon stuff pls… Unless you want me to write about someone punching him in the balls), so please ask away! Especially if you ever made something for me… Pls… Let me repay the favor…. You know who you are :D
PS: If any of the Shance prompts end up longer and really good, I’m gonna save them for Shance fluff/angst week, and if that happens, it’ll still be a gift to the person who asked for it, it’ll just be posted later ^^ (Unless on anon, I’ll let the person know so they won’t worry about it)
PS 2.0: I’m gonna tag them all as tao1kspecial so blacklist it if you don’t wanna see it I guess?
A/N: If you’ll like to be tagged just ask. Feedback is welcomed. Pervious Parts
John and a fifteen year old Mikayla sit in a small diner in Dunsmuir California eating breakfast drinking coffee. The waitress comes around refilling Johns mug.
“I’ve never seen a teenage girl drink coffee and read the newspaper with her old man.”
“Oh he’s not that old.” Mikayla teases getting a chuckle outta John. They sit there eating silently looking at the newspaper. “Found something.” Mikayla says sitting up tossing the paper to her dad. “Three people went missing in a week. All the victims are female and all seem to be a member of the local church possible case we should check it out.” He reads the news article as Mikayla finishes eating her pancakes doing research on her laptop. The waitress comes back getting the empty plates.
“Can I get you folks anything else?”
“How bout a slice of that apple pie.” Mikayla smiles and John looks her with furrowed brows. “What?”
“Ain’t it a bit early for pie?”
“It’s never early for pie dad.” She smirks when the plate of pie is placed in front of her. She takes a bite and sits back happily chewing on the crumble pie. After a moment John chuckles to himself. “What’s so funny?” She ask. “Oh nothing, just you remind me of someone who also loves pie as much.” Mikayla shrugs her shoulders at this continues eating the slice. On their way to the motel they stop seeing a bunch of cop cars outside the church.
“Stay in the truck.” John orders pointing a warning finger at her. She raises her hands in defense shrugging her shoulders. Once he steps out the truck she slouches down in the seat putting her boots on the dashboard flicking the rubber band on her wrist something she does when she’s impatient. She sighs blowing her hair out her face looking lazily to her left and spots a strange man standing on the outside of the church on the far side away from the cops. Mikayla squints seeing he has blood on him. She quickly grabs the keys, locking the truck doors getting out. She ducks avoiding being seen by her father. Once he steps in the church Mikayla darts out from the bush she’s hiding behind and makes her way to the side of the church. She takes the knife she keeps in her left boot and grips it tight to her side.
She looks around the corner seeing the man enter the back of the church. “I don’t think that’s a good idea dude.” She murmurs to herself. She runs to the doors and stops not seeing him in the hallway. She opens the door on the side of the hallway to find it empty. She continues her search through the other doors. As she enters the second to last room and finds the dead victim from the crime scene. She steps over the police tape line and walks over the body. Not wanting to touch the body she she moves the girls head with the tip of her boot.
“Just what I thought, vamp.” She says examining her neck. As she’s about the leave the room she hears the sound of boots coming from the hallway. She hides behind the open door and waits for the person coming closer. When she sees the figures shadow she jumps out ready to slice and dice but they grab her wrist fast stopping her. She looks up to see it was her dad. “Didn’t I tell you to stay in the truck!” He scolds. “Yyyesss, but I saw a vamp walk in here so I took the chance in investigating.”
“How you know it was a vamp?”
“Cause there was blood all over him. He was standing on the other side of the church out of sight. The guy seemed scared I’m guessing he’s the one that killed the girl.”
“Alright well lets get outta here, you are staying out of this you’re not a hunter.” He grabs the collar of her jacket dragging her out the church. “I do all the research and stuff for you and uncle Bobby so close enough. I just don’t hunt cause you both won’t let me me.”
“Maybe because we don’t want you dead.”
“Dad I can protect myself, I almost had you back there.”
“Yeah, almost.” He says starting the truck up.
Mikayla sighs leaning back on the seat with arms crossed leaning her head on the window. The rest of the day they go around asking questions about the church and victims. Later on at night John is in restaurant picking up food inside since it was pouring out and just wanted to bring the food back to the motel. Mikayla is playing the air drums rocking out to the music in truck. She finishes her drum solo opening her eyes seeing a black figure in the distance from the restaurant. She leans over and turns the windshield wipers on and squinted seeing the same man from the church earlier.
She gasp thinking about going after him but she decides not to piss her dad off again so she leans over and flashes the head lights in the restaurant. It takes a moment for John to notice and he quickly gives the cashier the money grabbing the food running back to the truck. “What is it?”
“Its the vamp I saw him over there he disappeared in the woods and it looked like he was in a hurry!” She rambles. John reverses outta the restaurant and in the direction Mikayla gives him. They drive with the headlights off to be unseen. After a few minutes they spot a barn in the distance. “Alright stay here I’m going in.”
“Are you crazy there can be a whole nest in there!”
“Mikayla I’ve got this.”
“Dad I can help.”
“No, you can’t. Your staying in truck and I mean it Mikayla.”
“No buts! Now don’t argue with me.” He raises he voice.
“Now pass me my knife in the glove compartment.” He asks. She gets it out and hands it to him and he suddenly handcuffs her to the steering wheel. “Dad what the hell!”
“You’re not going anywhere. Stay in the truck! Now if I’m not back in ten you know what to do.”
“Go straight to Bobby’s.”
“Atta girl.” He nods closing the door. She sits there leaning against the bench seat of the truck and grunts out loud leaning her head on the steering wheel. She sits for ten minutes getting anxious he wasn’t back yet. “Come on dad where are you?” She whispers checking the time on her watch. She scratches her head stoping when she realizes she’s wearing a Bobby pin. She takes it out and after a minute she’s free. She quietly gets out the truck going to the back opening the case with his weapons grabbing a machete. She grips it tight holding it eye level walking to the side of the barn. It was quiet too quiet. She’s suddenly grabbed from behind across the chest the person covering her mouth to block screaming.
Mikayla braces herself and flips the guy forward over her knocking him down. She maybe small 5’4, but she was strong. John and Bobby had her take self defense classes and other material arts classes to be prepared for anything. He goes to get up but once he’s on his knees Mikayla swings the machete at his head slicing it off.
She continues her search about to turn a corner when she hears footsteps coming closer she stiffens immediately ducking behind one of the wheel barrels of hay. The footsteps get quiet and stop. She stands up which is a bad idea because she’s suddenly punched in the face by the man she saw a the church. She stumbles back and he charges at her tackling her down. He is way bigger then her so she gets the wind knocked out her when he takes her down. He inches his face close to her his fangs out ready to bite.
“I’m so hungry.” He growls. Mikayla gets him off guard when she punches him in the nose hard with her knuckles. He growls picking her head up and slamming it down hard. Her vision becomes blurry for moment. Her legs were somewhat free as he hovers over her. She raises her knee high hitting him in the sweet spot.
She chuckles at this flipping over to her stomach to grab the machete. Right when she did he gets ahold of her ankle dragging her to him she flips herself quickly but he knocks the knife out her hand and grabs it himself. Mikayla gets up quickly, he swings the knife side to side at her as she backs up. The last one he gets her good on her right bicep. She gasp immediately grabbing it. She takes her hand away seeing the blood. The man stands there staring at her in hunger. He charges at her again this time Mikayla manages to slip by him and he trips falling on the knife stabbing himself.
Mikayla runs to him quickly flipping him over taking it out his stomach and chops his head fast, it hit the wall and bounces off her. She streaks a little throwing it off. She gets up and sighs wiping the sweat and blood off her forehead. “Sorry tubby I’m not your dinner tonight.” She takes of her plaid shirt tying it around her bicep for pressure to stop the bleeding leaving her wearing her bloody white tank top. She suddenly hears laughter and snaps her head up seeing it was coming from the second floor from inside the barn. She steps quietly in hiding behind the stacks of hay. She looks around seeing dead vamps on floor through out the first floor of the barn.
She hears her dads voice coming from upstairs this time. Mikayla steps over the dead bodies and heads to to the ladder. She puts the machete on the loop of her jeans and climbs up slowly trying not to make noise. When she reaches the top she spots her dad tied against one of the post. In front of him was a blonde women in a leather jacket and black jeans. Mikayla figures she was the packs leader. “John Winchester, you think you can just get away with just trolling in here without a plan and just take down my pack by yourself. Don’t think so.” Mikayla walks closely behind her holding the machete up. John sees Mikayla, you can he was clearly pissed but still glad to see her. “You’re not going anyway Winchester!” She spats at him. John just smiles at the vamp.
“What makes you think I won’t get outta here.” He says to her.
“Cause you were stupid enough to come to the nest alone.”
“Think again blood sucking bitch!” Mikayla says as the blonde turns around and gasp as Mikayla swings slicing her head off swiftly. Her body falls to the floor as her head rolls off to the first floor. John looks at Mikayla’s appearance looking like a true hunter with blood all over her holding the machete up high and a face with so much confidence. John knows she was natural. “I told you to stay in the truck.” He scolds at her. So much for a happy father daughter moment. She cuts the ropes from behind the post setting her dad free. “Your welcome.” She scolds backed walking away leaving John there.
“Hey don’t you walk away from me young lady!” He yells. Mikayla ignores him jumping down to the first floor of the barn going back to the truck. The ride to the motel is quiet. When they make it there she just grabs the food and goes in the room and they eat quietly to themselves. John doesn’t say anything he knows giving Mikayla space was the way to let her calm down. She’s stubborn just like him. She stands by the mirror looking herself, blood all over her clothes and face.
“Come here, let me see your arm.” John says as he sits on the bed with the first aid kit. She doesn’t say thing she just plops down next to him. He unites her shirt from her arm and frowns at her wound. “How it happen?” “Vamp came at me with the machete when he knocked it out my hands.”
“Pretty deep definitely gonna leave a scar.” He passes her a clean wash cloth to bite down on.
“This ain’t gon’ feel good.” He says holding the bottle of whiskey and her arm ready to pour. She places the cloth in her mouth and braces herself. John pours it on her arm as Mikayla curses are muffled. She exhales and spit the towel out as he was done. “Now you know how I feel when you patch me up.” She stays quiet as he stitches her up only noise she’ll make was a hiss from the needle going in sensitive areas.
“You know I’m proud of you today.” He says suddenly as he was finishing. Mikayla looks at him with a raised eyebrow not sure if those words really just came out his mouth. “You are?”
“Of course I am you were a true hunter today. You didn’t show fear once full confidence. You took out two vamps and their pack leader without breaking a nail.”
“Well I kinda did.” She chuckles lifting her hand up. “Alright go wash up careful with the stitches.” ______________________
The next morning after leaving the motel Mikayla goes back to sleep in the truck with one of Johns jackets over her face blocking the early morning sun. When she wakes up she stretches hitting her knuckle on the window. “Ouch!” John chuckles shaking his head. “How long I been out?” “Four hours.”
“FOUR HOURS!” “Didn’t get much sleep I presume.”
“Nope too much adrenaline from last night.” She smiles and looks around and is immediately confused seeing they were at a school. More like a college. “Why are at… Stanford University?”
“Just wanted to check something out.” Mikayla looks around trying to think on what he wanted to check out. “Why don’t you go get us some coffee and stuff.” He says handing her some cash. “Yes sir.” She salutes and hops out the truck and makes her way across the street to one of the school cafés. She stands in line waiting humming to herself patiently.
When she gets her order she struggles to balance both coffee cups and the bag of donuts. Not paying attention to where she was going she trips bumping into someone and dropping the donut bag but someone catches it just in time before it can hit the floor. “Got it” she hears. She looks up to see a very tall boy definitely over 6 foot with a brown bowl cut that curves out the ends. A real cute smile and hazel eyes. “Sorry I’m such a klutz I should’ve been paying attention.” “Its no problem, names Sam.” He introduces handing her the bag.
“Mikayla.” Sam looks at her with confusion.
“Have we met before?”
“Uh I- I don think so I don’t even go to school here.”
“Oh okay sorry you just.. you seem familiar like I know you from somewhere.” He confesses. “No problem. My dad and I are just passing through town.”
“Thats a pretty gash you got there.” He says pointing to her arm.
“Oh yeah I got that uh from tripping and the wood fence got me good.” She nervously laughs. John on the other hand was looking right out window watching his two kids talk to each other after many years. Brother and sister can’t even recognize each other. He smiles at this and was glad he came down to check up on Sam. Sam introduces Mikayla to Jessica his girlfriend and says their goodbyes. Mikayla climbs into the truck sees her dad grinning to himself. “What?” She ask her mouth full with the donut.
The tall girl bumped her hip against the tiny one,
nearly sending her flying into the river. She didn’t even notice and went on
laughing and talking, while the little one straightened, pushing the hands that
have been steadying her moments ago back into the pockets of her skinny jeans.
She seemed to be used to her friend’s inability to understand her limits.
They passed the National Theatre on the riverbank, the
small girl running up the stairs and dancing to the tune her tall friend
hummed. She pretended to play the drums for a moment. It was quite obvious she
had no idea how to play the drums. Finishing her little solo on a kick into the
wall of one of the most important jewels of Prague neo-renaissance she jumped
back down on the pavement on the other side and continued toward the city
centre, twirling in the rhythms of the song only she and her partner could
A few times during that twirl he almost felt like her
gaze strained toward him, but that was all but impossible. He was clinging to
darkness, his oldest mate. Nobody, not even the person standing right next to
him, was capable of picking him out of the shadows. He creeped down the other
side of the street, seeing occasional flashes of their progress between the
traffic dividing them. He only had to stop once, when the tall one disappeared
into a grocery, leaving the other one waiting by the curb.
She pushed her hands deep into the pockets of her
jeans and kicked at an abandoned can, sending it banging into
the wall over and over again. A few passers-by complained when it cut into
their path but she just flipped them off and continued, staring into the shop
window with open impatience.
Her friend came out a moment later, waving two bottles
of beer in the air. The small girl took one, pulling her keys out of her back
pocket and opened it, before handing it back and repeating the process with the
other one. They clinked them together and moved on, taking a tiny backstreet
that curved down a cobblestoned path. He waited at the corner of it for a
moment, just to make sure they were not going to notice him following, and then
moved on, keeping a safe distance.