It had been days since Sarah had slept in anything but her car...His car....<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fst.hotrod.com%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F21%2F2017%2F02%2F1969-chevrolet-camaro-z28-front-three-quarter.jpg&amp;hash=6cac9acc5ba0f3180478cd78da043e9c" href="http://st.hotrod.com/uploads/sites/21/2017/02/1969-chevrolet-camaro-z28-front-three-quarter.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> Ashton's baby</a>He loved this car more than anything in the world. She could remember him vividly. Spending hours upon hours in their garage, waxing and washing her. Even in the dead of winter, he was making sure the salt never damaged her paint. Sarah frowned, for a moment she felt guilty that she couldn't care for her the same way Ash did. The pang of guilt washed away after a few moments, the feeling of being numb has returned. She didn't have their fancy home to shelter his car, or her. It was just them on the open road now.<br/><br/>Sarah was taking a mental calculation of everything that happened in her last hunt. A nest of vamps had made their home in an abandoned hotel on the edge of some little Podunk town in Arkansas. She had intended on going in there alone, but when she arrived at the mourge for dead mans blood, there was another hunter sulking around. A man, about 5'11" in his forties with a scraggly greying beard and a mess of dark curly hair stared at her. They had a stand off, as most hunters do, before coming to the understanding that they could work together. Sarah didn't have any intentions of teaming up with his permanently, though he seemed to have the idea in his head she'd stick around.<br/><br/>"aren't you tired of doing these jobs by yourself?" He mumbled, staring at her from the passenger side of the Camaro. Sarah raised an eyebrow but didn't take her eyes off the road. "No Bruce, I don't. Less of us I am responsible for, the better." The man simply stared at her. "We are responsible for ourselves, it's not like you'd be taking care of a child or nothing" Sarah scoffed, clearly he had no idea what he was talking about or has never had a partner before. Sarah had parked not too far away, turning the lights and the car off. She got out and closed the door quietly. Bruce on the other hand had slammed the door, she shot daggers at him over the roof of the car. "Were you dropped on your head as a baby?" She hissed at him, he just grinned. Was he trying to get them killed? Probably and in that moment she decided if she needed to, she'd leave his ass to be ate.<br/><br/>She popped open the trunk and started to pick up her weapons, Bruce had already pulled his from her back seat. He was holding his machete over his shoulder, like some thug with a club. Sarah rolled her eyes, he was just the most unprofessional fuck she'd every met. How had be managed to live this long? She really had no clue. She pulled her hair into her hands and fit it neatly into a pony tail. Bruce nodded to her as she done so. "You should probably cut that, someone could easily grab it and ride you" He chuckled, amused at his own disgusting joke. Sarah muttered something about at least she took care of herself before starting down the path, Bruce close behind her.<br/><br/>Sarah shook her head, coming back to the real world from her memory. She could still smell the creatures blood...and Bruce's. Poor sap never made it out. Sarah had to go torch his car and then his body, adding salt to the mix to make sure he didn't come back and haunt her. She pulled into a motel. The Rose Inn. Hmmm, cute name she thought to herself. Stepping out of her car, she wore thick leather boots, dark and dirty jeans that hugged her curves, a dark blue shirt that was speckled with something but it was too dark to tell what. She pulled her faded light denim jacket tight to her body and shivered. For it being the beginning of spring it was still relatively cold. She wondered if it was because she was hearing rumors of the world coming to an end. Not that she cared at all, her only goal was to waste the creature that took Ash's life. After that, she didn't care what happened to her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Sarah was a shell of the person she was before. Constantly either feeling angry, guilty or numb to the world. Though from what she understood, every hunter got into the job over a personal vendetta. There weren't many hunter families, simply because they never lived long enough to have them. The ones that did were only one or two generations because they died out that fast. This life wasn't something she would have chosen....hell she was sure this life wasn't something any of them would have chosen. But it chose them. She arrived at the desk, set down her money and paid for her room.<br/><br/>The clerk was a kind and gentle lady who didn't seem to ask too many questions, just slipped her the room key and told her if she needed anything, not to hesitant to dial 0 on the in room telephone. Sarah walked back to her car and pulled her bag of clothes from the back and her laptop. Following the instructions to her room, she opened the door and set her stuff down. It was just<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.visitwalnutcreek.org%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2015%2F07%2Fm6_0019_single9.jpg&amp;hash=61b1152eade2853006ce155be2b8a0c0" href="http://www.visitwalnutcreek.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/m6_0019_single9.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">A simple motel room</a>It was too dark outside to see past the tree line across the street, but Sarah was keeping her blade handy. Incase she was followed, she wasn't keeping great track of Bruce's kills...<br/><br/>She shed her clothing and walked into the motel bathroom. The hot water in the shower felt like heaven, she took in a deep breath, a memory overwhelming her mind. Her and Ash were at the open house for the home they inevitably bought, falling in love with every aspect of it. Her favorite part was the ginormous tub in the master bathroom. Ash knew she spent a lot of time in there reading and writing. It was a safe place, a haven. "This is why you wanted to tour this house so badly" She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ash just simply chuckled and bent down to kiss her. Right before his lips touched hers, she came flooding back to reality. She grabbed at her chest, feeling the anxiety and sorrow rush her heart and catching her off guard. 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