Post by silent.lullaby on Oct 22, 2009 13:43:45 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (1) The Dead Can’t Testify
“Mom, I’m home,” Carrie Smith was smiling ear to ear as she dropped her keys in the small bowl her mother kept at the front door. She was bursting at the seams to tell her mother about the promotion she had received at work. In a few months she’d have enough money to get her and her mother out of this small wreck of a house. Slipping off her stilettos she locked the bolt and chain, they didn’t live in the nicest neighborhood.
“Ma!” She called, she could hear the sound of the television on the upper floor. Still even her mother having the television far too loud wasn’t enough to bother her tonight. When she turned on the stair light it started flickering. Eyebrows drawing together she went up a few stairs and reached, tapping the light a few times and it came on full and strong. Feeling pleased with herself she jogged up the rest of the stairs. “Ma, you’re never going to believe what happened to me today!”
Stepping into her mother’s room, she could see blood coating the walls, her mother’s corpse on the floor, and her mother’s image standing in front of her... “Hello Carrie.”
******
“Ooooh decapitation in Oregon,” my brother wiggled his eyebrows. “That sounds like fun right?”
I rolled my eyes, “decapitated as in normal decapitation, or our kind of decapitation?”
My brother, Gabriel, looked back to the paper, “head on collision into another car, apparently a piece of the clunker in front of the woman went right through the windshield and sliced off her head.” He looked up as the waitress dropped our plates of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of us. “Thanks.”
“That’s unfortunate, but it doesn’t sound like our kind of case,” I respond picking up a piece of overcooked bacon. I sighed, “what I wouldn’t give for a home cooked meal.”
“You and me both Audrey.” He looked back to the paper as I drowned my pancakes in syrup. I cut up a piece of the fluffy circle and stuffed it in my mouth, chewing, I grew more discontent. Diner food, if demons don’t kill me, my arteries will. “How about this? There are some grave robberies a couple towns over... might be worth looking into.”
I shrugged, “what would dig them up other than a hunter?”
Gabriel shrugged, “there isn’t much around here, so we can stay longer in this shit hole of a town, or we can go and see why someone’s diggin’ up bodies.”
“Fine,” I muttered. Hopefully the next town would have some better restaurants. We finished up eating and both gulped down our overly sugared coffee before heading out to the car. Our car is a 1972 cherry red Monte Carlo, and that’s if you take ‘owned’ lightly. It was my turn to drive and he tossed the cars to me as he walked over to the passenger’s side. I climbed in the drivers side and started up the engine.
He pulled the map out of the glove box and started to figure out our route while I fiddled with the knob on the radio, I eventually got some local jazz show to come in clearly and Gabriel looked over to me, “really?”
“There are no other radio stations in the area,” I respond dryly.
Gabriel sighed, “I think I got it.” I followed his direction and was on the bumpy back roads of back alley towns. I slowed down trying to avoid the huge potholes. Gabriel scratched his head, “I thought these roads would be paved.”
Frowning I made the next turn and sped up, the road was loose gravel but had less sinkholes on it. It took longer than either of us had expected to get to town. “Does that map say where a hotel is?”
“No hotel, a bed and breakfast.”
I cursed, I hated bed and breakfasts. Breakfast was always served at some ridiculously early time, and being in someone else’s home. Just plain weird. Still I followed my brothers directions and pulled into the paved driveway and parked at the end. Both of us got out of the car pulling up our individual seats and grabbing our duffel bags from the back. I shut the door and looked at the ancient architecture. “I’d rather sleep in the car,” I grumbled.
“The car doesn’t have a bathroom,” Gabriel argued as he trudged forward, and I had to give him that one. A shower would be nice. Relaxing even. “Plus, Castle’s on tonight.” I chuckled, television, a vice of ours. Gabriel takes all of his alias’s from television characters, like Richard Castle.
Stepping in I could smell the faint scent of citrus. “Hello?”
An elderly lady came around the corner, “hello, hello, you two love birds want a room.”
Bile rose in my throat, “he’s my brother.”
The lady covered her mouth, “I apologize. A room with two beds then?”
“Yes please,” I looked to my brother and we both rolled our eyes.
She grabs a key and leads us to the upper floor and hands the key to my brother. “Have a nice night you two.”
Gabriel unlocked the door and stepped in, the room was musky and I immediately opened a window letting cooler air come in. Gabriel dropped his bag by a bed and flopped down on it. “Shockingly comfortable.”
He grabbed for the remote and I went to the shower. Toweling off my hair and exiting the bathroom in a old tank top and track pants I grab the laptop we share and logged in. Clicking on the firefox icon google popped up and I started searching for anything strange that had happened in the town in the last while. I threw the damp towel onto the floor and grabbed my pad of paper and a pen.
Flipping through a few articles that were much like the ones Gabriel had showed me at the diner I clicked on one that was much worse than someone digging up corpses. I read the article fully waiting for a commercial break before I bothered my brother.
Gabriel looked over at me, “find anything?”
“Yeah,” I turned the computer toward him, the headline reading: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER MURDERED. “No sign of forced entry.”
“Names?”
“Jackie and Carrie Smith, Jackie was retired, Carrie worked for an advertising company, they lived together.” I skimmed through more of the article. “All main arteries were cut on both victims.”
“Vampires?” Gabriel asked.
I shrugged, “they would go for where all the blood is...”
“Seems there is something here to investigate after all.”
“Guess so,” I responded. “Where should we start?”
“Could talk to the neighbors tomorrow morning,” Gabriel suggested, “see if they seen anything, or anyone lurking around that night.”
I nodded and closed up the laptop, placing it on the night stand. I went to my duffel bag and pulled out a book titled ‘Night Shift’ about a female hunter named Jill Kismet, one of my alias’s. I pick all my fake names from books. I open it to where I left off and read a chapter before bed.
“Mom, I’m home,” Carrie Smith was smiling ear to ear as she dropped her keys in the small bowl her mother kept at the front door. She was bursting at the seams to tell her mother about the promotion she had received at work. In a few months she’d have enough money to get her and her mother out of this small wreck of a house. Slipping off her stilettos she locked the bolt and chain, they didn’t live in the nicest neighborhood.
“Ma!” She called, she could hear the sound of the television on the upper floor. Still even her mother having the television far too loud wasn’t enough to bother her tonight. When she turned on the stair light it started flickering. Eyebrows drawing together she went up a few stairs and reached, tapping the light a few times and it came on full and strong. Feeling pleased with herself she jogged up the rest of the stairs. “Ma, you’re never going to believe what happened to me today!”
Stepping into her mother’s room, she could see blood coating the walls, her mother’s corpse on the floor, and her mother’s image standing in front of her... “Hello Carrie.”
******
“Ooooh decapitation in Oregon,” my brother wiggled his eyebrows. “That sounds like fun right?”
I rolled my eyes, “decapitated as in normal decapitation, or our kind of decapitation?”
My brother, Gabriel, looked back to the paper, “head on collision into another car, apparently a piece of the clunker in front of the woman went right through the windshield and sliced off her head.” He looked up as the waitress dropped our plates of bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of us. “Thanks.”
“That’s unfortunate, but it doesn’t sound like our kind of case,” I respond picking up a piece of overcooked bacon. I sighed, “what I wouldn’t give for a home cooked meal.”
“You and me both Audrey.” He looked back to the paper as I drowned my pancakes in syrup. I cut up a piece of the fluffy circle and stuffed it in my mouth, chewing, I grew more discontent. Diner food, if demons don’t kill me, my arteries will. “How about this? There are some grave robberies a couple towns over... might be worth looking into.”
I shrugged, “what would dig them up other than a hunter?”
Gabriel shrugged, “there isn’t much around here, so we can stay longer in this shit hole of a town, or we can go and see why someone’s diggin’ up bodies.”
“Fine,” I muttered. Hopefully the next town would have some better restaurants. We finished up eating and both gulped down our overly sugared coffee before heading out to the car. Our car is a 1972 cherry red Monte Carlo, and that’s if you take ‘owned’ lightly. It was my turn to drive and he tossed the cars to me as he walked over to the passenger’s side. I climbed in the drivers side and started up the engine.
He pulled the map out of the glove box and started to figure out our route while I fiddled with the knob on the radio, I eventually got some local jazz show to come in clearly and Gabriel looked over to me, “really?”
“There are no other radio stations in the area,” I respond dryly.
Gabriel sighed, “I think I got it.” I followed his direction and was on the bumpy back roads of back alley towns. I slowed down trying to avoid the huge potholes. Gabriel scratched his head, “I thought these roads would be paved.”
Frowning I made the next turn and sped up, the road was loose gravel but had less sinkholes on it. It took longer than either of us had expected to get to town. “Does that map say where a hotel is?”
“No hotel, a bed and breakfast.”
I cursed, I hated bed and breakfasts. Breakfast was always served at some ridiculously early time, and being in someone else’s home. Just plain weird. Still I followed my brothers directions and pulled into the paved driveway and parked at the end. Both of us got out of the car pulling up our individual seats and grabbing our duffel bags from the back. I shut the door and looked at the ancient architecture. “I’d rather sleep in the car,” I grumbled.
“The car doesn’t have a bathroom,” Gabriel argued as he trudged forward, and I had to give him that one. A shower would be nice. Relaxing even. “Plus, Castle’s on tonight.” I chuckled, television, a vice of ours. Gabriel takes all of his alias’s from television characters, like Richard Castle.
Stepping in I could smell the faint scent of citrus. “Hello?”
An elderly lady came around the corner, “hello, hello, you two love birds want a room.”
Bile rose in my throat, “he’s my brother.”
The lady covered her mouth, “I apologize. A room with two beds then?”
“Yes please,” I looked to my brother and we both rolled our eyes.
She grabs a key and leads us to the upper floor and hands the key to my brother. “Have a nice night you two.”
Gabriel unlocked the door and stepped in, the room was musky and I immediately opened a window letting cooler air come in. Gabriel dropped his bag by a bed and flopped down on it. “Shockingly comfortable.”
He grabbed for the remote and I went to the shower. Toweling off my hair and exiting the bathroom in a old tank top and track pants I grab the laptop we share and logged in. Clicking on the firefox icon google popped up and I started searching for anything strange that had happened in the town in the last while. I threw the damp towel onto the floor and grabbed my pad of paper and a pen.
Flipping through a few articles that were much like the ones Gabriel had showed me at the diner I clicked on one that was much worse than someone digging up corpses. I read the article fully waiting for a commercial break before I bothered my brother.
Gabriel looked over at me, “find anything?”
“Yeah,” I turned the computer toward him, the headline reading: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER MURDERED. “No sign of forced entry.”
“Names?”
“Jackie and Carrie Smith, Jackie was retired, Carrie worked for an advertising company, they lived together.” I skimmed through more of the article. “All main arteries were cut on both victims.”
“Vampires?” Gabriel asked.
I shrugged, “they would go for where all the blood is...”
“Seems there is something here to investigate after all.”
“Guess so,” I responded. “Where should we start?”
“Could talk to the neighbors tomorrow morning,” Gabriel suggested, “see if they seen anything, or anyone lurking around that night.”
I nodded and closed up the laptop, placing it on the night stand. I went to my duffel bag and pulled out a book titled ‘Night Shift’ about a female hunter named Jill Kismet, one of my alias’s. I pick all my fake names from books. I open it to where I left off and read a chapter before bed.