*This is my first story to ever be published on fanfiction so I really hope you guys like it. :D This is only the prologue but I'm writing the first chapter right now so it may or may not be up by tonight. Either way enjoy the first chapter of my first story. (:
Prologue
A Stormy Night
Storm's are nasty, nasty things. They make the sky which was previously a beautiful blue - the type that one would imagine the Mediterranean Ocean to be coloured - to a grotesque murky gray - like what one would consider a canal to look like after an extremely intoxicated pedestrian may have puked into one eventful Saturday night-.
It wasn't only the colour change, and it wasn't only the freezing air, the annoyingly strong winds or the rain that seemed to pelt you so hard it appeared that it was trying to break through your skin and leave you with particularly ugly scars. No. It was the surprise attack, the way it sprung out of no where on a nice enough day that you were enjoying out in the garden with a book and a glass of wine. It hit you like a ton of bricks and you made a run for it into the house before you got pelted with hail the size of roast potatoes with your Sunday dinner.
It was storming the night that Angela Jackson was visited by an angel. And no, she hadn't taken an extreme amount of drugs that night so she wasn't particularly stoned yet. It was 1983 and Angela was a hippy. She had given birth to her beautiful little love child - a girl named Alyce Florence Rosalie Cusack Jackson or the far easier option being Aly Jackson. The angel appeared when Samantha was only two months old telling Angela to get her out of there, that demons were coming for her baby. Now Angela believed the angel because Angela grew up in a family of hunters, she hadn't become one herself mainly because she liked peace - she was hippy remember?- therefore the killing of anything, human or not was against her nature. This disappointed her father and Angela moved out aged sixteen and was then known as Angie Moonflower Jackson. Alyce was pretty lucky that her mother hadn't named her while smoking some weed.
The angel hadn't named himself, he just said, "Get her to your brother. Now." And Angela did so. She grabbed her baby, ran to her minivan and drove Kansas were her brother, Caleb lived. Once there she ran through the heavy rain and pounded on the front door of Caleb's house, loud music seemed to radiate from it. She had no idea if she was making the right choice by leaving little Aly with her reckless brother but she guessed that she would be safer if she was trained and with someone who was trained to kill demons. She banged on the door again, growing impatient while she shouted Caleb's name and a few other colourful phrases to describe him. She shouted until she was blue in the face and noticed her brother's shockingly - dyed - white hair all messy, he was tired looking like he was asleep. She had no idea how exactly he could have fallen asleep with the amount of noise blaring inside but she paid no attention to it. She handed over her baby wrapped in plenty of warm blankets, shielded from the rain over to her very confused looking brother. "Make her like you," she said before handing him a letter and running off into the rain. Caleb was extremely confused. The music of Echo and the Bunnymen woke Alyce up. She began to cry.