Chapter Eleven: What a mystery you are.

I stared at where Nancy disappeared from view, feeling as if I missed the point of his story. Whatever it was, it felt like a hint that only I would know. I looked over at Jack, seeing she was across the room giving an earful to the table of stalkers.

They were amused with her bickering, unphased by her chattering, but when she walked away, I could tell she was going to blow a fuse. Jack made her way around the counter before gently touching my arm. "I'm calling it a night; close the bar at twelve-thirty; I want you to go home and rest up." I quirked a brow, watching her grab her belonging before departing out of the back door, deciding not to question anything.

I had exactly thirty minutes left, which meant I had to start ushering people out of the door. Me being me, I climbed the bar counter and cleared my throat.

"LISTEN UP!!!" I bellowed, frightening many to the point that I heard multiple glasses shattering. "YOU'RE TO BE OUT IN TEN MINUTES, ANY MINUTE BEFORE, AND I'M PUTTING BULLET IN YOUR ASSES!" I let that hang in the air for a moment, reaching down to grab Jack's famous shotgun. I didn't even have to give them ten minutes; they all scampered out. The only few that were left were Sweeney and the same table of freak shows.

* I guess I'm a freak show too, then....*

I sat there and thought about it and shrugged with a snort.

*yep, most definitely...*

I looked down at Lugh, his eyes particularly glued to my ass, a from slowly forming. "Nice view, Lass." He stood up and picked me off the counter, not bothering to set me on my feet. He sat back down on the bar stool with me straddling his lap, blowing more cigarette smoke in my face.

"I don't want anyone else lookin' at ya." I growled as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling wildly. He frowned as he looked over my shoulder, a disturbance making its self known.

"Evening, dear." I turned to look at Silver tongue, but it wasn't just him standing there, Bilquis, Nancy, and another person. He, in particular, looked like he didn't want to be anywhere near them, but he was forced to be, not having a choice in the matter.

"Hello again, Silver-Tongue. Do I need to stab you this time?" I questioned, climbing out of Lugh's lap, turning to face the others. He smirked, glancing at the others before turning his one eye back to me. "As I've said, this one is firey." He took a step closer, leaning against the bar. "I come in peace; I would like to talk. Again, I would prefer it if you called me Wednesday." I just rolled my eyes, beginning my preparation for closing.

"Well, talk as I close up the place. " I grunted, bending down to pick up the broken glasses and any trash that littered the floor.

"That is a nice size ass... What do you do to keep your body so in shape?" It was Nancy's condescending voice, which caused me to snort. Growling filled the room, and my eyes made their way over to Lugh, his face contorted into a rage.

"Bugger off, *Anansi*." Sweeney snarled, slamming his fist down onto the countertop.

"Oh my God, both of you shut the fuck up! " I threw the glass into the garbage before turning to face all of them. "I used to be a stripper, though; the ass comes from my genes." I began to sweep the floor, collecting the dirt and dust into the pan before walking over to the trash can again.

"Now, enough of the fuckery, what do you want?" I pointedly looked at each of them, noticing the indifferent one smirk a bit watching me. I could see it, the blush; he was indeed a blusher.

"We want you to come to join us backstage. It is clear that you can see past the vail; we want to see where your origin lies." Silver-tongue spoke while I was in the process of turning off all generators and lights.

"Backstage? So you can all take turns gang-raping me?" I made my way to the doors ushering them all to leave so I could lock up.

"Now that's an interesting thought; what would make you ask that?" Silver tongue had the most sinister look in his eyes, and I turned on him, snarling.

"I dare ya to slather yer grimey sausage fingers on 'er, I'll take yer fuckin' head off!" Lugh's voice rose loud and clear, coarse and deadly as he walked up to Wednesday.

The indifferent man walked forward a bit with a disgusted look on his face. "The fuck is your problem, Wednesday?" He was enraged, too; it seemed to me he had a conscience.

"Oh, Shadow, I was merely joking. " Silver-tongue batted a dismissive hand in his direction, rolling his eyes.

"No, the fuck you weren't; I've been around you long enough to know how disturbed you are." His voice rose along with his frustration, and I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Hey kid, I don't need you to stand up for me."I looked to Wednesday. " I'm going to ask the question I asked Sweeney, what the fuck are you?"

He looked at me furiously, his sightless eye glowing as he slowly backed away from me. Clouds quickly gathered overhead as he started dead at me. " I'm known by many names, Grimnir, the true guesser, One-eye, Silver-tongue." He smirked as he said the nickname I made for him.

" I AM ODIN!" Lightning flashed across the sky before it struck me directly. In a daze, I deflected the bolt and watched it arch across the clouds, my lips pulled back over my teeth.

I watched his display, entirely unimpressed, feeling the ground rumble beneath my feet.

" Great, you're a Norse God; What the fuck does that have to do with me?" He started at me, his expression becoming unreadable, instantly becoming hyper-aware of the eyes of the other on me.

"That, my dear, is what we're going to find out."