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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “evil”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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She scooped the menu out of his hands like she didn’t trust him with it. She probably figured he needed the kids menu instead. “Be right back with the coffee.”
Ezekiel took in his surroundings as he waited. There were a couple in the booth behind him having a conversation in low tones. Two men in overalls sat at the far end of the counter sipping from white chipped mugs as the read the paper. The walls were sparsely decorated in a pop culture fifties motif. There was even a jukebox playing tunes in the corner.
He turned his attention back to the area behind the counter and that’s when he saw it. A cross hung from the wall stained as black as it could be. A red line of paint was drizzled in the center of each beam to look like blood. It make every hair on Ezekiel’s body stand on end.
The waitress returned with the mug and a little bowl filled with sealed cartons of creamer. She set it before him then picked up a glass on the counter. She polished it with the dish towel that had laid beside it.
Ezekiel pointed at the cross. “That’s a unique piece. It doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the decor.”
The waitress gave it the briefest of glances. “It’s a symbol.”
“For?” he pried.
She huffed then set the glass down. “There is evil in this world, one your puny Yankee mind couldn’t comprehend. That cross indicates that this is a safe place for those that wish to escape that wickedness.”
It couldn’t mean what he thought it did. “Evil? Try me.”
She scoffed at him then leaned against the counter to get closer. Her smirk revealed a few missing teeth. “I don’t want to scare you, boy.”
“I don’t think you can.”
Her grin grew wider. “What if I told you that vampires roam this area? Creatures that will pin you to the floor and suck the blood right out of you.”
Ezekial picked up a tub of creamer and tore the top off. He poured it into his coffee. “I’d tell you I ran into a bunch of them in a bar about thirty miles west of here.”
Her smile faded as her eyes widened. “You escaped them?”
“I did. I held my own with the help of a hunter named Dakota Ross.”
A small smile graced the lips of waitress. “Ah. I see. Dakota is an angel sent from heaven. She patrols these parts enough to ward the evil off. I didn’t realize she was back in this area. She was here last week.”
Ezekiel took a sip of his coffee to hide any emotion he felt at hearing this woman talk of Dakota. “Well, who knows what higher power sent her back to you.”