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sometimes they would have the head of a
person.” I cringed slightly. “I know right.” She smiled as she saw
my reaction. “And it wasn’t limited to werewolves. Vampires,
ghouls, witches, basically anything that a culture or town couldn’t
understand they blamed on something monstrous and most of the time
they killed it for good measure or as a warning to others like
them.”
     
    “That’s barbaric.” I shook my head.
     
    “You know I thought so too but if you think
about it we kind of do the same thing now.”
     
    “Okay now I can honestly say I don’t know what
you’re talking about.” I chuckled. “But I’ve never seen a group of
witch hunters in California.”
     
    “Okay maybe it’s not the same way but people
still get killed for being supposed witches and we put serial
killers to death on a daily basis, maybe it was no different back
then they just had a different way of explaining why someone would
commit cannibalism or kill like fifty people for no reason. Each
culture has their own way of defining things.”
     
    “Why are you not in college?” I smirked as she
finished her lecture.
     
    “Because I’m busy helping my werewolf brother
keep his ass out of trouble.” I laughed loudly and leaned back
against the headboard.
     
    “You seem to be taking this rather well,” I
added as I made myself comfortable.
     
    “Really?” she snapped as she slammed her
laptop shut and placed it on the ground. “You think I’m taking this
well?”
     
    “I’m about to get lectured aren’t
I?”
     
    “Oh yeah,” She nodded as she turned herself to
face me. “First of all, the last month has been horrid, Ethan. You
took off without any kind of explanation and left me in the dark,
then I find out you’re holding up in some seedy hotel halfway out
of California and if that wasn’t a bad enough way to find out you
were telling the truth about leaving, I get here and you turn into
this....” She motioned wildly toward me before stopping to shake
her head. “this thing that shouldn’t even exist and now I don’t
know what to think.” I lowered my eyes and nodded
slightly.
    “I don’t know how to take this, I don’t know
what to think all I know is that something really messed up
happened to you and I want to help you get to the bottom of
it.”
     
    “I really appreciate that,” I
muttered.
     
    “You would do the same for me.”
     
    “Yeah.” I smirked. “I guess I would, wouldn’t
I.” I looked over at the clock and groaned, I wasn’t in a hurry but
my stomach was beginning to make itself known.
     
    Reaching over, I ruffled her hair. “Don’t do
that,” she grumbled as she brushed my hand away and smoothed her
hair back down. I crawled off of the bed and my body groaned as I
stretched and cracked my back loudly. I walked over to the broken
table near the door, grabbed my bag out of the rubble and shuffled
through it until I found my wallet and began counting the money
that I had left.
     
    “What are you doing?” she asked curiously as
she watched me from the foot of the bed.
     
    “Counting my cash.”
     
    “I can see that,” she mocked me. “Do you have
enough?”
     
    “I should.” I shrugged and tossed my bag to
the ground. “Why?”
     
    “If you don’t, I have some stashed away. I
brought my bank card just in case.” I smirked and shook my head.
It’s not like I didn’t deserve it but she gave me so little credit
sometimes.
     
    “Come on, Cordy,” She glared at me. I wouldn’t
feel bad this time. She had it coming, “Give me a little credit at
least. I took care of you for four years by myself. I saved
whatever I could for you.” She blushed and smiled
apologetically.
     
    “Alright and thank you. You didn’t have to do
that for me.” She stood up and trotted over to me, wrapping her
arms around my waist and pulling me tight. I hugged her back and
smiled as she let go and grabbed her bag from the floor, tossing it
onto the bed.
     
    “I may be