There is a book held open with a rock and a wooden stake; and next to it a messenger bag; and beside these a teenage girl, painting goat blood onto the floor of a crypt.
If there were any places that were obviously signposted, Ellie expects her summoner would already have wallpapered the place in crosses.
She'll try Willy's first, on the theory that secret demons are more likely to congregate at a place less public than the local brewery.
How rude. It is probably not a good idea to break the door off the frame just because she's annoyed.
"Ugh, fine." She walks away from the door and checks for an alleyway that goes behind the bar.
If she tries hard and believes in herself and hasn't stopped being a fairy recently, sure!
Excellent. So she breaks the bolt in half at the gap between the door and the frame, then tries opening the door again.
What! A thing is not moving, when she, a fairy, requires it to move! This is an unconscionable state of affairs. The knob will turn whether it wants to or not.
It makes a fairly awful noise but then it goes.
She is greeted by a guy holding a fire extinguisher threateningly at her. "Hey! Clear out!"
"Everyone in this town is so hostile, first that lady tries to rip out my neck with her teeth now I'm being threatened by a fire extinguisher..." she mutters.
"I'm going, I'm going. Whatever."
She takes off into the air and floats down the alleyway at a sedate pace.
And no one shows any hints of demonaicality, at least so far as she can discern in a brief observation. She doesn't spend much time in each bar, as she has no local currency which to spend.
After the last one closes, Ellie returns to the hillside where she dusted the vampire to await the morning.