Orphan Sam's universe. Lawrence, Kansas.

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She stood there, invisable in the broad light of day, and watched Sam, her turquoise eyes intent and a little sad. Behind her on the ground lay the remains of the thing that had tried sneaking up on him unawares, but she had no interest in her kill. Things like that weren't food. You only killed them to keep the world from stinking and to protect your own.

Sam was just standing there. His thoughts were closed, so she couldn't talk to him, but she was content to just watch over him for now.

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Re: Hours Later

[demonhunter-sam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, its in the old house. It was rebuilt, the parts that caught fire anyways."

Re: Hours Later

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He leans back in the seat, quashing bitter thoughts at the people who'd done the rebuilding. "Oh."

-Sam?- asks Zanoah softly, trying to understand with all the closed minds.

Re: Hours Later

[demonhunter-sam.livejournal.com]

"Even worse part is I think someone else lives there..." Yeah?

Re: Hours Later

[random_xtras]

-Why are you sad? What's wrong?- She perks her ears.

"What do we have in the way of disguise?" asks John without moving.

Re: Hours Later

[demonhunter-sam.livejournal.com]

"I don't plan on using one, dad. You on the other hand might have to. Or not."

Because we have to go back to the house where I was born. Where my mom was killed.

Re: Hours Later

[random_xtras]

-Bad water,- says Zanoah putting her ears back.

"Do you know who it might be who lives there?" He opens his eyes and looks at Sam, praying inwardly for strength.

Re: Hours Later

[demonhunter-sam.livejournal.com]

"No. Don't really care who does either."