017: Roles
Ellis knew three things: one, he loved "Miss" Jo Harvelle; two, he was going to marry her in a few weeks or months, and third, and he can't stress that one enough, she was a huntress and he wasn't. Not for lack of qualifications if surviving both the Green Flu and her brief stint as a vampire, but the mechanic knew very little about his fiancee's line of work. And the fact that she was willing to go ahead and keep on hunting was a clear indication that he'd had to play catch up.
Every night, while Jo slept, El hit the books and memorized every exorcism, banish, incantation and other things necessary to learn. He also brushed up on his knife skills, slashing and thrusting into a pig carcass. His chest was flaring up from the recent pentagram tattoo on his heart but he kept going. Making up new ammo was a past hobby he and Nick had while they were surviving Atlanta so making rock salt rounds was easy as cake. If he was going to assume the role of Jo's husband, he had to get the part right.
Every night, while Jo slept, El hit the books and memorized every exorcism, banish, incantation and other things necessary to learn. He also brushed up on his knife skills, slashing and thrusting into a pig carcass. His chest was flaring up from the recent pentagram tattoo on his heart but he kept going. Making up new ammo was a past hobby he and Nick had while they were surviving Atlanta so making rock salt rounds was easy as cake. If he was going to assume the role of Jo's husband, he had to get the part right.