I havent edited it yet, so sorry if its a little messed up. Tell me if you like it and give me any suggestions on how to improve it. Thanks!
The small pub I sat in was full of customers making it hot and stuffy. The various fans were straining to continue spinning in hopes to cool down the room. All of the tables were full, all of the stools at the bar taken. I sat at the table, my chair tilted back and feet propped up. I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it away from my eyes. I turned my gaze to Trevor, glaring.
“You had to come to this place?” I grumbled.
“Well, yes. It’s the only bar where we can talk about the paranormal. It’s the only bar where we belong. And if you complain about the bar you complain about Sullivan, and he’s a friend. Now shut your mouth and drink your beer,” He snapped and chugged down what was left of his.
Trevor was a little taller than average and was lightly muscled. He had smooth, creamy tan skin. His hair was brown and slightly wavy with dark brown eyes to match. He had on a deep green shirt and jeans, working boots on his feet.
He had a point. Sullivan was a good guy and I loved him like an older brother, but his pub could get highly annoying. I hadn’t been claustrophobic until I first came here. He also had another point about how we could talk about the paranormal, about what was going on in the world. Many creatures came to Sully’s pub. It was mostly other venators who couldn’t join the Council. But there were some faeries of one sort or another, vultus; or shape shifters, and those who were in the art of veneficus; or those who healed through magic, that hung around too.
I shook my head and sipped at my beer. I peered over at Joseph and Noah who were in the middle of an arm wrestle. Noah’s white shirt was soaked with sweat and I watched as Joseph strained but pulled down Noah’s hand to the table. Trevor groaned and slapped a five dollar bill down in front of me. I took it with a smirk and shoved it into my pocket.
Noah shook out his arm before grabbing his beer. He took a swig and set the bottle down, shaking out his curly, golden hair. He was of average height and well muscled from training. He looked around the pub, green eyes scanning the small room. He turned his attention to me.
“Isn’t this Seattle?” He asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” I answered.
“Huh, isn’t Seattle Shaine’s territory?” I stared at him for a second before rolling my shoulders in a shrug. “Not sure, I think,”
My comrades and I used to be a part of a Union with six members. Two had left, Jason and Shaine. Now it was just the four of us. Long story short, Jason turned bad and Shaine left due to severe trauma that she needed help with to recover from. We hadn’t seen any of them for months. We had gotten word Shaine was working in Washington, specifically Seattle. But we weren’t sure if it was true or not. As for Jason, we assumed he was dead.
Thunder clattered across the sky, shaking the small bar. I peered out the small windows seeing lighting light up the dark sky. I could dimly hear the steady thud of rain pelting down on the roof of the building. I looked at my friends, eyebrow raised. They all shrugged it off; it was more than likely just a storm.
We all looked up when Sullivan, the pub’s owner, came walking over with a tray of fresh ale. He set down a mug in front of each of us before pulling up a seat. He rested his elbows on the table then cracked his knuckles.
Sullivan was an aging man, a few years past forty. He had short red hair and beard, streaks of silver winding through. He was of average height and slightly overweight but still had strong, wiry muscle. He looked at each of us with deep brown eyes. He was a good friend, someone everyone trusted. He cleared his throat.
“You think this storm means anything?” He asked quietly.
“It could be something, but Washington is known for its rain,” Trevor said. We all nodded.
“Why you guys here, it’s unusual for venators to just hang about?” Sully wondered.
“The Council got word of a lot of demon activity around this area; sent us to check it out. So far we don’t have anything.” Joseph spoke. “Hey, do you know if Shaine lives around here?” He asked after a moment.
“Yeah, she lives around here. She doesn’t show herself much, though. All I know is that with her around, the number of killings has lowered. Demon activity has been pretty low.” Sully said.
Silence fell around us. We all sat still, drinking our beer. I noticed that the other customers had fallen silent. I felt my body tense. I looked out the window, trying to see outside. Something didn’t feel right.
An ear piercing howl cut through the rage of the storm. It was a mix of rage and anger. A hard hit was given to the door, making it shake on its hinges. Everyone turned to stare at the door, waiting for something to burst through. There was a flash of lightning and then a clap of thunder. The lights flickered out.
I heard the sound of chairs scooting back j
Just to add— this is only the first part of the first chapter, so im not done yet. just want to see if it gets your interest and if youd read more.
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