just the first ten paragraphs. tell me if you like it. it's a different voice than what i usually write, its part laurell k. hamilton (i've been read a lot of anita blake lately), part eric kripke (does julie has to explan this one? oh, i do? eric kripke is the total and complete genius who created SPN) fully julie. well, how do you like the new lia?
I was covered in blood, but it wasn't mine.
I lowered my hand, lowered the black gun, and I fingered the silver cross that hung around my neck as approached the body laying on the ground, the bpady I'd just shot.
I kicked the boby. Limp and cold. Dead. Just like the one next to it.
My brother clapped, a loud, vibarting sound. "Nice job, Lia. Not many 16-year-old girls could...ah, dispose of a ghoul one their own, let alone two."
"Not many girls 16-year-old-girls have the sure name Blackwell." I turned and raised my gun at my brother in one swift motion. "Lorissa-is he a ghoul? Or really our brother?" I hissed at my 13-year-old sister.
Lorissa smiled. "No. It is our brother."
"Thanks, Lor." I walked towards my brother. "Sam, we need to clean the place up. Burn the bodies. Check for anything that might be of use to us." I recited from the unwriten Blackwell Rulebook.
"That's my sister." Sam beamed, very rare for him. "Now, you are a hunter in training to make the Blackwell family name proud."
"Which means fake IDs, crappy motel rooms, credit fraud, fake trunks with a thousand and one weapons, and hours at end in a car drive across the country." Lorissa crossed her arms and neared the dead body. "Ew...dead ghoul." She shuddered.
"That's my other sister." Sam grinned and pulled out a matchbook and the keys to his car, a black 1970 Dodge Charger R/T. witch he tossed to me. "Get the gasoline, we're gonna burn this place down."
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