Unfortunately, the meddling kids have figured out that I’m not exactly “one” of them, and on top of that, there’s a fucking BOUNTY HUNTER putting hits out on me. At least my meat-suit friends seemed to take the news better than could be expected. All of them except the nerdy guy that carries around a little too much gun for his own good – he turned about fifty shades of pale and bolted to light up a carton of smokes. I thought there would be some death threats from the lumberjack at least. He seems to really enjoy taking out “monsters” like me. I still haven’t decided if I’m happy or disappointed that Lucas wasn’t around for the big news. His skepticism amuses me. Since he is working with a hunter cell that’s sole purpose for existing is to take out things that go bump in the night, and all. I wonder if he’s going to flip when he finds out.
I guess I will be hiding out for a while, although I have no clue where as of yet. It’s too bad, I kinda liked that little house, but I also kinda like keeping my ass above ground. I really hope there aren’t too many old acquaintances here hunting me down. I just wish I had been able to see it coming. Quinn’s senses and reaction times are a little short of the sharp skills I used to possess in Hell. It’s surprising how far I’ve fallen, but she’ll get there, with my help. But, for now, I’m going to need these people to help me. I value survival above all else and I don’t think I could make it long on my own; no matter how that pains me to admit. I will have to work for them to trust me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t mess with them a “bit”. I am “evil” after all.