Chapter 2 Am I Drunk Yet?

Bri

I had recently parked my ass up on the bar, and I was working on my 2nd glass of whisky. I looked into the glass lamenting the fact that I wasn’t drunk and passed out yet. This night had so fucking gone off the rails that I was trying to wrap my head around it rather unsuccessfully.

“What the hell are you drinking Bri?” Allen had just come in from the back room, where I guessed the other members of his menagerie were parked.

“Whisky the last time I checked.” I gave him a curious glare.

“Are you drunk?” he put his hands on his hips like he was put out with me.

“Not yet unfortunately, but seeing as I just met a vampire, and two wolves, I think getting drunk has merit, don’t you? Besides, my apartment is just upstairs, not like I need to actually drive anywhere.” I toasted him with my glass.

“I am worried about you being here after the hunters decided they needed to attack me at my own bar. Especially now that they have seen you, and you actually fought them, no doubt they might decide to come back with more of them.” Damn it, that was not what I needed to hear.

“So who the fuck are these hunters anyway and why the fuck did they go after you with a fucking sword?” The sword in question was actually sitting next to me on the bar top.

“The sword is silver, which is one of the only things that can harm a werewolf.” I just shook my head.

“Damn, well, that was a little lore that turned out to be true, who knew, well I guess someone somewhere did, they brought a sword after all. So, why were they hunting you?”

“Hunters have a very strong prejudice against supernatural species. They think humans should be the only living beings, so they hunt down anyone who’s different, or supernatural, and they try to kill us,” he said that with a bit of anger and sadness combined in his voice.

“Well that fucking sucks, that is like a whole new level of discrimination right there. I am pretending that I didn’t hear you say supernatural species, which implies there’s more than just fangers and wolfies.” I took another drink of my whisky.

“Ah, yeah, now that you know, we are going to have to figure out how to handle all of that. There’s actually a lot you don’t know, and once humans find out about us, there are some things that we need to do, to protect you.” he started to pace a bit while he told me.

“Well, since I have no desire to change my address to a padded room, of course I will not be opening my mouth and telling anyone jack shit.” I very adamantly assured him.

I heard footsteps coming up the hallway to the side and looked back over my shoulder. The fanger, aka vampire, and the very hyperactive seeming wolf guy, who was no longer sporting ears and fur, came walking up to where we were talking at the front of the bar.

The younger guy smiled a huge smile, nodded his head to me, and said, “I am so happy to finally meet you Alpha Mate, this is so exciting.” I saw Allen’s face go red, but was’t sure if he was embarrassed or pissed the fuck off.

I downed the rest of the whisky in my glass and jumped off the back of the bar to grab more, cause I wasn’t about to touch what he had just said with a 50 ft pole.

“Fucking hell Bobby, I told you not to say a god damn word about any of that. Damn it.” Allen grabbed the bridge of his nose and shook his head, and Bobby seemed confused.

As I poured another glass of whisky, all of a sudden a hand plucked it out of mine, and I looked at who had taken it away from me, only to find the stranger with fangs standing behind me, and I gave him a very unhappy look.

“I think you getting drunk right now might not be a good idea, as we need to figure out what to do, to get you someplace safe, so the hunters don’t get to you.” He put my glass in the sink as he dumped out the drink I had just poured.

“That was just fucking rude. I just poured that. By the way, what's your name? I don't want to keep thinking of you as the fanger, sounds like a bad grunge band or some shit.”

He threw his head back and laughed. Unfortunately, that laugh did things to me that caused tingles in places that had no business tingling right now. He suddenly turned his head, took a deep breath and his eyes started glowing softly.

Then I heard a soft rumbling sound, like a rough version of a cat's purr. I turned to see where it was coming from, and Allen was staring at me, and his teeth had elongated, and he was the one making that sound.

I shook my head. This was going sideways fast, “Okay, name?” I looked at the guy next to me.

“Armond.” I just stood there looking at him

“Are you fucking with me?” He looked at me all puzzled.

I tipped my head back, "First we are twilight zoning, now we're playing in the Anne Rice pool. Okay, I can roll with the bizarre and completely fucked up. So, Armond, what are you suggesting you guys “do with me”, and no inappropriate jokes, I still have a sword.”

Suddenly Bobby looked at me puzzled, "How is that possible, a hunter's blade is supposed to be blessed to injure anyone who tries to touch it.”

I just looked at him flatly, walked over to the bar, and picked up the sword, "See, no problem.”

Then just as I was about to set it back down, the blade started glowing. What the actual fuck!