Broken Hearts. Mended Lives Chapter 23

The rest of the day was rather relaxed with myself making sure to top off Ahri, Elsa, and Annika with my blood and or lifeforce so that as I drove off to the rather aptly named 'Dead End Bar. I didn't need to worry about them.

And when I actually got to the Dead End, it was as I drove into the parking lot that I realized that literally ever precaution possible was taken. First, the bar itself was surrounded by a fence of rusted pure iron.

The gravel parking lot had large salt crystals, and I could see that the very property itself had a Devils Trap of a pentagram done in via lines of cables above the building so demons couldn't enter the premises.

But the most damning thing... Was the line of bikers who were camped on top of the bar's patio roof and I could all but smell the gunpowder wafting on them. 'Sentries as well. This place isn't no joke.' I thought even though I doubted the bikers on top of the bar would actually stand up to a concentrated invasion of any sort. But they just needed to buy time forwards to go up along with the hunters to send word to the local branch of the Kamar Taj.

I came up to the thick metal door that had a large cross with Jesus embossed onto the metal door and after kicking the door to get the doorman's attention I saw the slide in the door open.

"Password?" The man demanded boredly.

"Purity." I responded calmly and the slide closed with a loud groan ringing out as he unlocked the door and as I moved to come inside he spoke. "You are new to the Hunter side of things right lad?" He asked.

And looking him up, I saw he looked a bit like a stereotypical mechanic or blue-collar worker. A, Ford Tough hat was on his head, with him wearing working man's jeans and a plaid jacket with a hand cannon engraved with sigils resting on both sides of his hip.

"New to hunting monsters yes. Not exactly new to killing them though." I said plainly as I shrugged and said. "Have experience in cities and suburbs dealing with werewolves and vamps."

The man nodded with him saying. "Good that you understand the difference. Hunting the monsters in the wilderness is a whole new game. But you got any questions new blood, us old timers are happy to answer." He finished with him patting my shoulder.

"Jake." I spoke offering him a hand and he gave a small smile before shaking my hand and telling me his name was John.

With our names exchanged I went into the bar and the bar was a mix of a hunting sports bar and a hole-in-the-wall joint with booths lining the walls, and some tables and chairs in the center but I noticed everyone was in the booths with all them twitching as they saw me a new face come in.

I then made my way over to take a seat at the bar and after the bartender got another man a drink he came over and asked. "Whatcha going to have?"

"Just Pepsi and some conversation. I came for information and some tools." 

The old male bartender gave a hum as he pulled out a glass bottle of coke. A Mexican bottle actually due to the Spanish lettering on the bottle with him snapping off the cap and sliding the drink towards me.

"So whatcha wanna know young blood." He asked calmly as he folded his arms across his chest.

I took a drink of the Coke and after sampling the pure cane sugar flavor that lacked normal Coke's high fructose syrup poison. I replied. "Came out of the big cities from hunting vamps to take part in the Wendigo bounty that's up. So I need cold iron tools, and if possible the general locations or news of the Wendigos."

A snort rang out and my lips twitched as a... Very large portly black man who looked to be a good seven feet tall said as he lumbered into another seat across from me. "Little man, those Wendigo's are going to chew you up and shit you out literally haha!" 

Rolling my eyes I looked at the bartender's whose cool eyes didn't let any signs of his opinion show as he spoke. "Hmm, alright what caliber of bullets do your guns use? We have cold iron tipped rounds and-"

I held up a hand as I said slowly. "I already got ammo, a plenty. I just need a few good carving knives and blades to rip their hearts out and maybe an axe for breaking limbs and such." 

Actually in reality I had zero intentions of using guns as they were stupidly loud and would only get more attention to me. Beyond that, I could throw knives at a force that wasn't too much less effective than a bullet.

Not to mention I had the cheat that was spitting dozens of fireballs onto Wendigo's that were notorious for how easily they could catch aflame.

The old bartender nodded and he took out a cell phone and he seemingly put in an order for what I wanted before he spoke. "The latest I have heard about the Wendigo tribes is that they are out further north near the border. They are living in that rather mountainous region in some old... Very old silver mines that got shut down back into the late eighteen hundreds."

I gave a hum of thought hearing that, before the bartender added. "Anyway, got a dozen knives being brought to you. Along with a cold iron axe that is encrusted with salt as it used to be used on the Unseelie fae who thought to come to make a groove here in America." 

And from the backroom came a woman with several men wolf whistling as she was wearing a tight-fitting shirt that was tied up to expose her tight waist and her ass was painted with a pair of daisy duke jeans.

Here you go suga." She said with a bit of a southern drawl as she placed a rolled up towel in front of me that had an axe handle poking out the bottom meaning all that I had asked for was within this.

"That will be a hundred and fifty, young man." The barkeep spoke making me raise an eyebrow as I said.

"Thought it would be more expensive."

To which he replied. "It is normally... But you are new in town and if you manage to kill two of the bastards I will count that as my profit."