Chapter 3: Jesse and the clan

I went to the one place I know my clan are hanging out at. The light house pub a place that is secretly run by vampires. Not only do vampires and humans know about this place but every supernatural creature there is visits this place.

When I walked in I could smell the scent of beer and vomit. My clan was at the bar quietly drinking their beers. Ive never seen them like this at a bar. They're four of us Me the leader, Macen the brains, John the stud and West the troublemaker. And yes they sit in that order.

They're was an empty seat next to Macen. So I took the pleasure to sit in it. I noticed that there wasn't a bartender but the clans glasses looked like they've been recently filled.

"Hey guys! Have you seen the bartender?" I asked

"Yes, he's actually right beside you" Macen said

I looked over and a man with black pants, a shiny long sleeved shirt that buttons up, wavy grayish hair and smoking a cigar.

"Your the new bartender?" I asked

"yes I am, I'm Henry Eden and you boy?" The man asked

"I'm Jesse Grado"

"Well nice to meet you Jesse may I pour you a glass of Whiskey that came from my hometown?"

I nodded

He went back behind the bar. Grabbed a couple glasses from under the bar table and the bottle of Whiskey. I picked the bottle of whiskey to see where it's from.

"Fern? Your from up north" I said

"born and raised my two children was born there also-- uh about 21 and 18 now"

"what brings you down here?" John asked

"someone I've been looking for I believe was last seen in this town" he answered

"Whose that?" Macen asked

"Ezra Wittenberg, have you seen her or heard of her?" he asked

"No" we all said

It's almost pitch black outside.I got up from my seat.

"Henry it's nice to meet you but we have to get to a ball and the host wouldn't want us to be late"

"Jesse, Boys come back anytime"

We left before anyone noticed that I know something. This has been a strange day.