Novel excerpts: Supernatural – Part 11

“You two, you be married, right?” Mrs. Castivachea turned to Abigail and Hank after she unlocked the first door they came to.

“Yes, we’ve been happily married for six years.” Hank took his wife by the waist as Joyce smiled.

“Then you two can have this room. You there, Ms. Fitzpatrick, you, and Ms. Andrews and Ms . . . ah, my dear, I seem to have to learned your name.” Mrs. Castivachea pointed to Ms. Eleanor Fitzpatrick – the tour guide – Joyce Andrews, and the teenager.

“Kat.” The girl raised a rebellious eyebrow.

“Yes, Kat, you three shall share this next room. Follow me, please.” The group left Mr. and Mrs. Williams to there room, and came to another locked door down the hall. She then unlocked it, showed them the room, and took the boy and Jack outside to show the last room.

“Now, Mr. Keat, you and, oh, for heaven’s sake, I didn’t learn your name either!” Mrs. Castivachea threw up her arms in frustration.

“The names’ Spike.” The teen replied from under the hood of his jacket.

“Spike. You and Jack will share this room. Bathrooms are down the hall three doors and on your right. Dinner will be served in one hour, breakfast at seven. Have a wonderful evening.” And with that, Mrs. Castivachea left the room, presumably to tell the other what she had told them, and was gone.

“So, your name is Spike. What kinda bad-boy name is Spike?” Jack tried to make conversation.

“What kinda loser name is Jack?” Spike shot back, then sat down on the bed and pulled out some weed from his pocket.

“What are you doing with that?”

“I’m gonna put it in my shoes and use it for arch support.” As if on cue, Kat walked in, lighter in one hand and paper in the other.

“It’s 4:20 somewhere.” She smiled and joined Spike on the bed. Jack just shook his head and made a move for the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kat coughed a puff of smoked out her mouth and nose as she sent a dirty look at Jack.

“I’m going to check out the mansion before it gets dark.” Jack explained as he opened the door and was leaving, he heard Spike start coughing.

“Does he actually think we care?”

Jack had wandered down the halls, sometimes turning left, sometimes turning right, hardly ever going straight. Finally, he admitted that he was lost, and actually looked at his surroundings, when he saw a door.

It was a simple glass doorway that lead out into the garden; there was still light out, and the sight had an appearance of blood. That’s when he saw her.

The young woman identified as both