Odyssey, Part 1 (Tellie)

[vincentbelmont]

Tellie's question about how he slept caused Vincent to frown and lower his eyes.

"Not well, honestly," he confessed. "I just... I killed her. I shot her... And for no real reason, either. I mean... Shooting her didn't do anything to stop the demon, so her death was just a meaningless waste." He fell silent, not really wanting to go into details with Tellie. She seemed nice enough, and willing to talk, but in reality she was a complete stranger.

Vincent found himself becoming more and more wary of strangers every day...

When she mentioned angels, Vincent furrowed his brow a bit but didn't say anything. He found it terribly hard to believe that there would actually be angels out there as well. If they were truly around, then why didn't they help those in need more often? Why hadn't they been there to stop him from killing poor Edna that night? He shook his head, simply unable to believe.

Her question about the safe house, though, snapped him out of these dark thoughts.

"How big of a place?" he repeated. "Well, I plan on using my church, actually. It's a fairly large building, with a full basement as well as several unoccupied rooms, mostly used for storage. I plan on clearing them out and turning them into infirmaries or guest rooms, things like that." He shrugged, adding, "So you can see why its important that I learn things like medicine and how to properly tend to wounds and injuries, as well as how to protect the place from anything that might want to harm us."

[tellie]

Tellie knew how the priest was feeling and sympathized, however she had been brought up in a Hunter household. Death was one of those evils that one had to deal with every day. If the priest had been more callous about his parishioners' death she would have dismissed his plea for help. But since he was having trouble sleeping, she could only help in her best way.

"i know,.." she said softly. "Sometimes there isn't any sense in what the Demons and for that matter what the Angels do. If you come across my Uncles, Dean and Sam Winchester, they might have a better answer for you." She gave a sad smile, trying to be encouraging without being patronizing.

But the matter of the safe house was pressing. "however, the safe house...Since I've had training as a medic and plan on finishing my degree in the next year or two, I can help that way, with supplies and stuff." She grabbed one of the goofed up supply order sheets and started writing down the back, clean side. In short time, she had the page filled.

"Now this is just a representative list. Many times Hunters will show up simply hungry and needing a shower and a place to sleep, so soups, stews, a supply of good protein items like eggs, bacon, ground meat, peanut butter and granola bars are always welcomed, though a homemade meal sometimes goes longer. Perhaps your parishioners could volunteer to stock a freezer with their soups and casseroles and such. ...NOw the medical supplies. most Hunters hate hospitals and doctors, so you will need a big variety. Poisons, burns, gunshot wounds, broken bones are fairly common, after the hungries and intestinal problems. Are you following this so far?" [/b]she asked as she handed the list over. "if you have someone that can outfit a corner for repairs to guns, making ammo and poisons, and such, that would be helpful. Car repairs are common too." Tellie giggled. "My uncles still drive their old car because its easier to fix than the newer ones with the computer parts." she remembered all sorts of debates at Hunter Academy about what type of vehicle to drive. She liked her Fit station wagon just fine.

[vincentbelmont]

Vincent took the note and let his eyes drift over the lists she'd written.

It wouldn't be easy, of course, but Vincent couldn't help but feel that, yes, he could do this. He could make a difference, and help those people out there who fought a battle with no hope for reward or fame. It was something that the priest felt he had to do, no matter what, and at this point nothing would stop him.

Smiling gratefully, Vincent folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket.

"This means a lot to me," he told her honestly, his eyes expressing the depth of his gratitude. "You can never know how much, Tellie. I swear that I'll do everything I can to help hunters, in any way I can. I know it won't be easy, but I'll do it."

Even though he felt a small bit of fear and apprehension in the pit of his stomach, Vincent was surprised by how excited he was. It wasn't that he thought this would be easy, it was just the opposite in fact. But for the first time in his life, he felt no doubt about what he was doing. He knew his actions would make a difference.

He knew he was doing the right thing.

"Again, thank you," he repeated, going so far as to reach out and take her hand, squeezing it a bit and smiling in relief.