Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 3, 2009 23:01:56 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (6) Where To Begin
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was alone. Alone as I had been the last night, and the night before that. I sat up in bed and threw my legs over edge my toes touching the cheap pale carpet, a favourite among sleaze-bag-dirt-cheap hotels. I would know, I practically live in them. On a up note there was a small continental breakfast here.
Months had passed since the Smith case and we’d been busy with a few others till Gabriel got a call. Gabriel had told me days ago that he had to go and see an old friend of our parents. He insisted I stay behind. I didn’t like it one bit, but arguing with Gabriel was futile and eventually I gave way to his stone wall of will.
It was strange. Being alone. The quiet. I had read nearly five books in my three days of boredom. I had shaved my legs, something I reserved till they got so prickly they hurt. It seems senseless, it’s not to hot to wear pants, and it’s not like I have a man in my life besides my brother.
Frowning I went to the bathroom and inspected myself in the mirror. I wondered how normal people perceived me. Perhaps with thoughts of ‘oh she looks sweet’ or ‘she looks a little stuck up’ depending on my attire of the day. None of them would think ‘oh her? She looks like she has a high proficiency with close ranged weapons.’
After getting cleaned up and having my free breakfast I walked out of the hotel frowning when I seen the empty spot where I had parked the Monte days before. Walking surely had it’s health benefits, but it sure was slow.
I walked down the street and into a small boutique grabbing a few extra shirts and blazers. I paid with cash I won the night before when I had hustled a few games of pool. Stepping out I wondered what it was that Peter Krause, our parents old friend, wanted. Why did Gabriel want to go alone? Or was he asked to come alone? Gabriel had been so hush, hush about it.
Upon entering a local internet café I felt chilled to the bone. “Hi there!” The man behind the counter seemed overly eager to help. “Sorry about the cold, the AC is stuck.”
“No problem,” I responded. It beat the hot Texas heat.
“You want time, or our all day pass?”
“Two hours please,” I ordered and followed him to a cubical he shoved in a timed paper to a clear slot and left me be.
I threw my bag down and sat in the spiny chair. Access started and I got onto the internet. Gabriel specifically said no hunting with him gone, but research for a hunt wasn’t off limits. I threw in random demonic signs into Google, then tried out Yahoo. I started searching for odd deaths, and low and behold, I found some.
Though to me they weren’t so odd. It screamed to me. Werewolf.
As I left the icy cold café, the sudden heat left me shocked and light headed for a moment. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket I put my bag of clothing in to my other hand so I could get my phone out. Flipping it open I heard Gabriel gasp, “Audrey!”
The bag slipped from my grasp in the sudden panic attack that struck me. “Gabriel? Gabe? Are you alright?”
“Skip town,” I could hear something shatter in the background.
“Where are you?”
“Just get out of that town now!” I heard Gabriel scream out and the connection was cut out.
“Gabe?” I whispered as I held the phone with two hands to my ear.
People on the street looked at me with questioning gazes. Tears welled in my eyes and I couldn’t steady my hands despite my attempts. I threw the phone into my bag and walked till I found an alley way and slipped in unnoticed. My back against the wall I felt myself fall apart. If Gabriel was gone, really gone... I couldn’t bare it.
In the alley way, I wondered what was next. I was use to talking to Gabriel, both of us making the decisions, or him bossing me around, behaviour typical of a first born. I took a mental checklist of people I knew, which wasn’t many.
Peter Krause, the man Gabriel was suppose to be visiting, or assisting, or whatever moved constantly, such is the life of the hunter. I ran my hand through my hair as I slid down the brick not feeling the rough surface scratch at my back. “Who else?” I whispered aloud. “Think.” I took a deep breath. “Missouri.” I whispered, the phychic might just be able to help. Gabriel was the one who kept contacts with everyone, kept his address and number book with him at all time. I didn’t even know how to get in contact with anyone.
I took a deep breath in but it didn’t calm me. I felt myself start to hyperventilate tears streaming down my face. Hunter’s protect humans, normal every day humans oblivious to the constant war of demons and the supernatural beings that live in the world around them. Who protects the Hunters? Angels protect the hunters Audrey, I could almost hear my mother whispering those words it my ear like she had so many years ago, so don’t worry honey, Mommy and Daddy will come home. It’s no wonder I don’t believe in angels.
I gasped to catch my breath and forced myself to hold it before blowing outward slowly. “Mom, Dad, I need some help right about now.” I looked around and then felt silly. “That’s what I thought. No helpful spirits, no angels.” I stood and tried to get myself into a fierce mind set. “I don’t need help.” I tried to convince myself, though the words were bitter lies on my tongue.
At hotel I packed my bag and took the phonebook out of the drawer. I looked for a Missouri but I wasn’t even sure if that was her real name, or if it was first or last, I had only met the woman once and I had been ten. “Shit.” I taped the pages, scanned names I didn’t know like I was waiting for one to pop out and hit me. “Think, think, think. Gabriel needs me.”
Rubbing my temples I put the phone book behind me. I wished I had shoved my pride away and asked those other hunters for their numbers, maybe they could help me. Alas I hadn’t and there was no use fussing on it.
I flipped thought the back till I found a psychic in the yellow pages. I dialled the advertised number. “Hello, this is Mystic Meg, how can I help you?”
“I’m in desperate need of a psychic, not a phony one either, this is a matter of life or death.”
“Go on,” the woman on the other end responded.
“Something has happened to my brother Gabriel, I believe demons have him.”
“You’re a hunter.” The psychic replied.
I was rather shocked at my luck, she must have some skill to know what I do. “Yes.”
“Come to the address below the number,” Mystic Meg told me. “We need to meet in person.”
I hung up the phone quickly, ripped the page from the phone book and grabbed my bag. Once outside I remembered I didn’t have a car and jogged with my duffle bag over a few streets till I found a parking garage. I climbed into a red Nissan Rogue and hot wired it quickly before slamming it into drive and hearing the tires squeal.
“Hold on Gabe,” and as I drove, I prayed for the first time since my parents. Keep Gabe safe... please. “Prayers get you no where,” I reminded myself, “do something about it.”
Mystic Meg’s address was in a sketchy part of town but I stepped out of the Rogue with the confidence given by the weight of my Glock 17, the cool metal of my broken butterfly knife sticking out of my boot and the blessed water shoved between my breasts.
As I stepped into the building I thought the day couldn’t possibly get worse.
Turns out, it can always get worse.
Way worse.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that I was alone. Alone as I had been the last night, and the night before that. I sat up in bed and threw my legs over edge my toes touching the cheap pale carpet, a favourite among sleaze-bag-dirt-cheap hotels. I would know, I practically live in them. On a up note there was a small continental breakfast here.
Months had passed since the Smith case and we’d been busy with a few others till Gabriel got a call. Gabriel had told me days ago that he had to go and see an old friend of our parents. He insisted I stay behind. I didn’t like it one bit, but arguing with Gabriel was futile and eventually I gave way to his stone wall of will.
It was strange. Being alone. The quiet. I had read nearly five books in my three days of boredom. I had shaved my legs, something I reserved till they got so prickly they hurt. It seems senseless, it’s not to hot to wear pants, and it’s not like I have a man in my life besides my brother.
Frowning I went to the bathroom and inspected myself in the mirror. I wondered how normal people perceived me. Perhaps with thoughts of ‘oh she looks sweet’ or ‘she looks a little stuck up’ depending on my attire of the day. None of them would think ‘oh her? She looks like she has a high proficiency with close ranged weapons.’
After getting cleaned up and having my free breakfast I walked out of the hotel frowning when I seen the empty spot where I had parked the Monte days before. Walking surely had it’s health benefits, but it sure was slow.
I walked down the street and into a small boutique grabbing a few extra shirts and blazers. I paid with cash I won the night before when I had hustled a few games of pool. Stepping out I wondered what it was that Peter Krause, our parents old friend, wanted. Why did Gabriel want to go alone? Or was he asked to come alone? Gabriel had been so hush, hush about it.
Upon entering a local internet café I felt chilled to the bone. “Hi there!” The man behind the counter seemed overly eager to help. “Sorry about the cold, the AC is stuck.”
“No problem,” I responded. It beat the hot Texas heat.
“You want time, or our all day pass?”
“Two hours please,” I ordered and followed him to a cubical he shoved in a timed paper to a clear slot and left me be.
I threw my bag down and sat in the spiny chair. Access started and I got onto the internet. Gabriel specifically said no hunting with him gone, but research for a hunt wasn’t off limits. I threw in random demonic signs into Google, then tried out Yahoo. I started searching for odd deaths, and low and behold, I found some.
Though to me they weren’t so odd. It screamed to me. Werewolf.
As I left the icy cold café, the sudden heat left me shocked and light headed for a moment. Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket I put my bag of clothing in to my other hand so I could get my phone out. Flipping it open I heard Gabriel gasp, “Audrey!”
The bag slipped from my grasp in the sudden panic attack that struck me. “Gabriel? Gabe? Are you alright?”
“Skip town,” I could hear something shatter in the background.
“Where are you?”
“Just get out of that town now!” I heard Gabriel scream out and the connection was cut out.
“Gabe?” I whispered as I held the phone with two hands to my ear.
People on the street looked at me with questioning gazes. Tears welled in my eyes and I couldn’t steady my hands despite my attempts. I threw the phone into my bag and walked till I found an alley way and slipped in unnoticed. My back against the wall I felt myself fall apart. If Gabriel was gone, really gone... I couldn’t bare it.
In the alley way, I wondered what was next. I was use to talking to Gabriel, both of us making the decisions, or him bossing me around, behaviour typical of a first born. I took a mental checklist of people I knew, which wasn’t many.
Peter Krause, the man Gabriel was suppose to be visiting, or assisting, or whatever moved constantly, such is the life of the hunter. I ran my hand through my hair as I slid down the brick not feeling the rough surface scratch at my back. “Who else?” I whispered aloud. “Think.” I took a deep breath. “Missouri.” I whispered, the phychic might just be able to help. Gabriel was the one who kept contacts with everyone, kept his address and number book with him at all time. I didn’t even know how to get in contact with anyone.
I took a deep breath in but it didn’t calm me. I felt myself start to hyperventilate tears streaming down my face. Hunter’s protect humans, normal every day humans oblivious to the constant war of demons and the supernatural beings that live in the world around them. Who protects the Hunters? Angels protect the hunters Audrey, I could almost hear my mother whispering those words it my ear like she had so many years ago, so don’t worry honey, Mommy and Daddy will come home. It’s no wonder I don’t believe in angels.
I gasped to catch my breath and forced myself to hold it before blowing outward slowly. “Mom, Dad, I need some help right about now.” I looked around and then felt silly. “That’s what I thought. No helpful spirits, no angels.” I stood and tried to get myself into a fierce mind set. “I don’t need help.” I tried to convince myself, though the words were bitter lies on my tongue.
At hotel I packed my bag and took the phonebook out of the drawer. I looked for a Missouri but I wasn’t even sure if that was her real name, or if it was first or last, I had only met the woman once and I had been ten. “Shit.” I taped the pages, scanned names I didn’t know like I was waiting for one to pop out and hit me. “Think, think, think. Gabriel needs me.”
Rubbing my temples I put the phone book behind me. I wished I had shoved my pride away and asked those other hunters for their numbers, maybe they could help me. Alas I hadn’t and there was no use fussing on it.
I flipped thought the back till I found a psychic in the yellow pages. I dialled the advertised number. “Hello, this is Mystic Meg, how can I help you?”
“I’m in desperate need of a psychic, not a phony one either, this is a matter of life or death.”
“Go on,” the woman on the other end responded.
“Something has happened to my brother Gabriel, I believe demons have him.”
“You’re a hunter.” The psychic replied.
I was rather shocked at my luck, she must have some skill to know what I do. “Yes.”
“Come to the address below the number,” Mystic Meg told me. “We need to meet in person.”
I hung up the phone quickly, ripped the page from the phone book and grabbed my bag. Once outside I remembered I didn’t have a car and jogged with my duffle bag over a few streets till I found a parking garage. I climbed into a red Nissan Rogue and hot wired it quickly before slamming it into drive and hearing the tires squeal.
“Hold on Gabe,” and as I drove, I prayed for the first time since my parents. Keep Gabe safe... please. “Prayers get you no where,” I reminded myself, “do something about it.”
Mystic Meg’s address was in a sketchy part of town but I stepped out of the Rogue with the confidence given by the weight of my Glock 17, the cool metal of my broken butterfly knife sticking out of my boot and the blessed water shoved between my breasts.
As I stepped into the building I thought the day couldn’t possibly get worse.
Turns out, it can always get worse.
Way worse.