Looking
up at me, Lucas stopped whistling long enough to flash me a mischievous smile
as he asked, “Lover’s quarrel?”
Shooting
Lucas a questioning look, as I took a seat on the grassy bank, “I’m guessing
that murderous glint in your eyes has something to do with Daniel.” Lucas
explained.
Snorting
at his words, “He TOLD me that I have to learn how to use a gun. He didn’t suggest
that I learn or even ask me, he told me. Who the hell does he think he is, telling
me what to do?” I heatedly rambled out.
“Well… he has a point.” Lucas said looking
down at the now clean pan in his hand.
“Point?
What point? I can handle myself without a gun. ” I defensively retorted.
“October
you were there, you saw what went down with the cop. Those things are fast, a
few feet closer when it lunged at us, and we could have all been killed.” He
reasoned, resting the rinsed pan beside him.
“I have
my daggers, I know how to use them. I don’t-” I started to argue.
“Look I get it, you don’t like guns. But a gun
puts a safe distance between you and a demon, enough to level the playing the
field and quickly take them out.” He simply stated.
“Why
are you so adverse to guns anyway? What’d you do, shoot and kill a cute bunny
or something?” Lucas playfully added.
At his
words, I felt all the blood in my face pool under the skin at my cheeks. Dropping
my head I let my hair fall around me, hiding the embarrassed flush that began
to blotch my face. A flash of white, from the corner of my eye as I took a
quick peek through my curtain of hair, was enough to tell me that Lucas noticed
my unguarded reaction.
“What?”
Lucas asked with a smirk, “What’d you do?”
Biting
down on my bottom lip, I closed my eyes tight. “I don’t like guns because I accidentally shot
gramps once.” I said in one quick breath.
I heard
Lucas’ sharp intake of breath before he erupted in a fit of laughter. “Wow. Of
all. The things. I would have. Never guessed.” He sputtered out between
breaths.
Looking
up at him I angrily said, “Don’t laugh! I shot him in the foot, it was a
serious injury!”
My
words only seemed to add more humor to the situation as his hysterics
increased, leaving me to patiently wait as he calmed down.
“I’m
sorry, but that was just too damn funny.” Lucas said without apology.
“For
you maybe, but I was traumatized. Whenever I think about firing a gun I think
about shooting some innocent person.” I confessed.
Wiping
the tears of amusement from his eyes, Lucas got up and walked over to me. “Shit
happens, don’t be so sensitive.”
“I’m a
girl, I’m hardwired to be sensitive.” I replied.
“There’s
no place for it in this kind of life. You’re a hunter now, it only gets harder
form here on out.” Lucas said as he crouched down next to me, holding my gaze
he continued in a much more serious tone. “You’re going to see and hear things that
would make most people cringe, and be put into situations where your forced to
do things that you never even knew you were capable of. But you swallow the
bile an do it anyway, because your only one who can, because if you don’t no
one else will, and that’s when innocent people die.”
Dropping
his gaze, I turned and looked out at the river’s glittering waters. “I still
don’t wanna learn how to use a gun.” I said with a heavy sigh.
“Yeh,
but you should anyway.” Lucas retorted.
