Kat stands from her table putting her jacket on then offering her hand to Bree as she gets up. She pulls her in close wrapping her arm around her shoulder as they walk to the door. At the door, she extends her hand to BullDog.
"BullDog please accept my apologies for earlier. Many things have changed since my time," Kat says as she firmly shakes his hand and slips him a hundred-dollar bill.
After exiting the bar they walk across the parking lot to room 13 of the motel. Bree snuggles into her amazingly feeling comfortable and then getting very excited as she sees the motorcycle in front of the hotel room.
"Is that yours Kat? It is gorgeous, but I would bring your saddlebags, shotgun, and sword in for the night. I wouldn't want to see any of it go missing." Bree says.
"You may have a point there, Bree, but I think whoever is brave enough to try that could be in for a bit of a surprise. That bike is very special one of a kind you might say." Kat says as she stops and hands Bree the room card key and grabs her belongings to follow her into the room.
Bree walks in looks around, and then stands beside the small table as Kat walks in putting her stuff in the armchair beside the door. Then casually takes her jacket off and tosses it over the top of it.
"Bree make yourself at home, please. I promise not to bite unless ya ask me to." Kat says with a laugh.
"Do you mind if I take a quick shower? The stench of the bar gets to me after a while. I swear most of those mutts never wash their hands so think they are marking me every time they grab my arms as I pass by." Bree says.
"Like I said make yourself at home," Kat says as she starts to empty her pockets on the table. Then she takes off her vest and the harness under it, wondering what the strange metal objects are in it. They sort of remind her of the muskets from her time. The knives she understands even though the folding ones seem strange in her hands.
Bree makes her way into the bathroom and starts adjusting the water for the shower."Kat, by chance do you have a spare shirt I might borrow? I have never heard of your motorcycle club before is it new?"
"Good questions, I am not exactly sure how to answer either one of them. Let me check my saddle bags and see what I have in them. As for the motorcycle club, umm you know how a pack or coven, etc names itself and then takes over a territory, well I used to run a pack of punishes. We didn't have a territory as our job was to keep all the other packs and supernatural in line and live amongst humans without causing too many problems. This as you can imagine can make you many enemies. Which I had a lot of. But others also did jobs like this for the other races. What no one informed me of till it was too late, was someone tipped off the hunters of these people. So they started exterminating us all. I didn't find out till it was too late and they had laid a trap for me. Their mistake was they laid that trap in a very powerful witch's woods Who owed me a huge favor. She used a very ancient pagan ritual to bind our souls together layered with a reincarnation ritual. I believe she empowered it from a favor to some ancient demon. I believe we were both killed that night in the woods. The next thing I remember is waking up in some woods with that motorcycle close by. That was about 12 hours ago."
"Are you friggin serious? Then how is it my leader knows you? Why do you keep calling him my master? He is not my maker if that is what you are referring to him as master by." Bree says as she steps out of the hot shower into the bathroom. She notices Kat taking her glistening body in as the water runs down it before she starts to dry off with a towel.
"Your leader is very old. I am guessing a minimum of 4 centuries. So he is very familiar with my name. My group of punishers was known as the Hell Wolves. We had been sent to this new land to watch over the supernatural and to learn about the new ones that lived here. To be honest with you I do not believe I am a werewolf anymore. As for your other question, a master is normally like a pack leader and all vampires in their area are either his spawn or spawn of their spawn." Kat says as she takes a t-shirt rolled up like a bedroll from her saddlebags and tosses it to Bree just a bit short so she can admire the bounce of her bosom."As for the The Hell Wolf MC, I think that is because it is just me now. I have been thinking though I need to build them back up and train the members to do the same job as I used to. Then if possible seek my revenge on the ones that did this to me and the other punishers. Though this time it will be done my way so to speak. As in my pack will be anyone who wishes to uphold the old laws and make right on the wrongs others have done."
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"So you really don't know what you have in your saddlebags? So you need to update on the last century or more? You might still have a very strong enemy out there. But they don't know that you are alive again. Witchcraft is real. The reason you have not turned anything on or looked at social media is because you know nothing about it. Does that sum it up?" Bree asks as she walks into the living room dropping the towel she slowly turns around and pulls the shirt over her head giving Kat a very clear eyeful of her body.
Kat gives a low whistle of appreciation, " Yup, that about sums it up. What is social media? Please don't take this wrong, but as attractive as you are I didn't invite you here for that. I just wanted someone to talk to and fill me in on current affairs and all. I hope you don't mind. Though we can do that in the morning over a drink." As Kat stands and walks close to Bree, she starts taking her clothes off in front of her just to head to the bathroom and attempt a shower.
"What are all those scars from? If you were reincarnated isn't this a new body?" Bree asks as she feels a warm flush come to her cheeks as she admires Kat's athletic body."I will be glad to tell you or show you what I can. My leader is new to me. Yes, I guess back in the day what you said was true but nowadays days many families or covens have gotten large and some split off and started their own up or if the Master was killed it set them all free to roam or do as they please. My maker was killed in such a fashion. I showed up shortly after it happened or scared them off because they thought I was one of the strong members coming to his aid. He was able to pass on a parting gift to me in knowledge, power, and some wealth, but I have not fit in anywhere so have just wondered about picking up odd jobs to fit in till I find a place I like or fit into. Do you mind if I go through your things and sort them out so I can explain things to you?"
"Oh yes please that would be wonderful," Kat says as she groans in pleasure standing under the hot water " I so wish they had things like this shower in my day. It sure beats standing under a waterfall in ways. It might not be as beautiful of a view but the hot water sure beats the freezing water from one unless ya got lucky and found a hot spring. I guess I should be clear with you most punishers were nearly immortal and could only be killed in very special ways. I am more than a few thousand years old. From what I can tell you I have only been gone a few centuries at most."
"I was going to ask you about that," Bree says as she watches Kat emerge from the bathroom and walk to the bed crawling under the covers beside her," I have knowledge of punishers but as you said I figured they had all been killed. As for my leader Devon, he is just over 500 years old. He hired me because I am strong enough to help BullDog out if there is trouble in the bar. I hide certain aspects of myself so I don't become a target."
Kat rolls onto her stomach hiding her head in a pillow to sleep as she is not used to all the artificial light being around. Soon after she feels Bree climb up on her sitting on her butt and massaging her shoulders. "Thank you, Bree, that feels great and is very relaxing. Did you figure anything out with my belongings? I guess after I take care of this NightStaker business for Devon I will be on the road again."
" MMM, my pleasure Kat. From what I can see Devon is paying you 100k to eliminate or drive the NightStalkers off. Which shouldn't be too hard to do. If I had known doing things like that paid so well I would have hired out years ago doing things like that. I also apologize if I get your back a bit moist, but you do arouse me. As for your other things, all I can say is wow, two .50 cal Desert Eagles with specialized ammo that is a high-velocity round with stopping power. Then an A12 combat shogun again with special ammo. Your riding gear is very high-tech with a special woven metal mesh in it. You have 2 deeds to the property you own one in Washington state and the other in Arizona. Paperwork to a very prestigious investment bank, which I suggest you head to one of their offices first and pick up a bank card for it. That sword is worth a lot and is ancient. You have more than enough cash on you to take care of most things now. The few business cards you have I am guessing or all to private dealers for supplies that you might need. Most of your stuff smells of very strong magic. In the morning I will go through the other things with you. I do have a favor to ask but please sleep on it before answering. May I please join you on your journies? " Bree asks as she snuggles up against Kat lying on her back.