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"Oh, stop," a busty brunette woman giggled. As she laughed she leaned so she was practically falling out of her shirt, not that Bill really cared. Easy was, well, easy.

"No, really," Bill replied with a large grin, leaning in to the woman's personal space. "You're the most beautiful woman in the whole bar. I thought you should know." His grin grew when the woman's group of friends giggled and cheered. They were all drunk which worked perfectly in Bill's favor. He started to walk away, waited a moment, and then hurried back. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm Bill." He offered a hand to the woman who accepted it with a blush.

A few well-ordered shots later and Bill could have asked the brunette to do cartwheels in a hotdog suit; she would have said yes. "Bye, Ladies," he called to her friends who all but pushed the two of them out the door. He laughed as he and his chosen date made their way to his car. He vaguely wondered if he had left anything questionable out in the open but decided not to worry about it because they wouldn't be going to far anyway. There was a nice, slightly sketchy, motel just down the road that would be perfect. She wouldn't see anything, plus she was too drunk anyways.

When he made sure the woman was in her seat and buckled up, he pulled his phone out of his pocket to make sure that his brother had made it back to his hotel safely. It was a little rule between them that Jeremy had to keep him updated at least every three hours, but Bill didn't necessarily start worrying until hour five. His brother was fine and had gone to sleep two hours ago, but he was surprised to see a missed call and a voicemail from Cassie...

They hadn't exactly separated on good terms, and it wouldn't have surprised him if Cassie hired a witch to curse him (he kind of deserved it). Regardless of any point, she had called. Her name was written on the screen of his phone like it belonged there. She was the only woman in the world that he could spend forever with; the only one. She was strong, fierce, loving, and beautiful. She was everything that he had ever desired-she was perfect for him in every way.

She deserved a lot better than him, that's for damn sure. That's why he always effed it up where they were concerned. He could barely put up with himself most days; he didn't to make her put up with him.

"Why aren't we moving?" the brunette questioned the passenger seat. She cast lusty gazes up and down Bill's body as he held the phone up to his ear.

His heart jerked painfully in his chest when he heard Cassie's voice. "Get out!" he exclaimed suddenly. He unbuckled the woman and reached over her to open her door. "Go!"

The woman spared him a confused, then angry, then bitchy look before managing to stomp out of the car. "Asshole!" she yelled, but he was already squeeling out of the parking lot.

He was about three hours away from the bar and Cassie's house (he could never go too far away for too long), but he could probably make it in two. He would have shot for one and half but he couldn't reach Cassie if he was wrapped around a telephone pole.

He sent a quick text to Jeremy, guessing the younger man would wake at the sound. He was a terrible sleeper.

And a few minutes later he got a reply that said he was on his way, but Bill would get there first. And if anyone hurt a single hair on Cassie's head he would shoot to kill.

When he finally reached his destination he was staring in horror at the charred remains of the Tavern. He sped around it quickly to reach Cassie's house. "Cassie!" He yelled, the car not even fully stopped before he jumped out. "Cassie!"