Paranormal 2: The Apocalypse
(Credit given to the makers of Supernatural— all character, excluding mine, are solely yours Mr. Kripke and I take no credit. Thanks for the inspiration! )
Prologue:
Her ears seemed to vibrate from the sound of what she just heard. This was impossible: her part should be over. Why was this happening? Why now? After everything that had transpired previously, wouldn't fate just give her a break? There was only one thing left to do; kill or be killed.
Chapter 1: Far Away
The young woman stared at the gold coin in her hand. It was a beautiful piece: highly coveted in fact.
"How much do you want for it?"
The woman looked up, her icy blue eyes blinking a couple times.
"Nothing…" she said softly. The man who questioned her from behind the counter blinked in surprise.
"Nothing?" he asked, "Are you sure you want nothing Miss—?"
"Leah. Leah Vaughn," the woman replied, "and no. I don't want anything for it." She quickly handed over the coin. Baffled, the man took it.
"It means nothing to me…" Leah said quietly, "please. Forget you even met me. Please." The man looked at her a moment, curiously. But before he could say anything else, Leah Vaughn was out of the door of the pawn shop, her long dark hair flowing behind her like a dark curtain.
Outside on her bike, Leah ducked her head slightly. The only reasons he gave the priceless coin away for nothing was because of where she got it. She could still see the face of the witch as she fell, dead, to the ground. Moments later and she would've killed Leah. The witch had forced this gold coin into Leah's palm, which would've killed her if she had kept it and the witch lived. She deserves nothing better… Leah thought pitifully. She didn't want to prosper off of someone else's death. Shaking her head, Leah revved the engine to her motorcycle, gripping the handlebars tightly. Then she was off, speeding through the morning light.
Leah Vaughn wasn't joking or being stereotypical when she called her victim a witch. She was. A full-fledged, spell-casting witch. You see, Leah was a hunter. A hunter of evil. Of witched, vampire, werewolves, demons, and other creature you can't even imagine. It was her job. Her non-profit job. Well, maybe not exactly non-profit. For the past twenty-four years of her life, Leah Vaughn felt pretty screwed. Her parents were hunters, and so they brought up Leah and her brother Peter into the family "tradition." One day when Leah was eight, her parents went out on a hunt. To make a long story short, they went to Phoenix, Arizona because of a band of demons, and after a few days their cousin Vanessa came and told Leah and Peter that their parents were killed in Phoenix. According to Vanessa, their parents had performed a certain type of illegal exorcism which killed them and hundreds of other people around— like an exorcizing shockwave that left nothing alive.
Leah lived her life with Peter who trained her up and got her to be a great hunter. For eight years they hunted together, But when Leah was sixteen, she decided to leave Peter and go off with Vanessa. Vanessa was killed four years later on one of their cases, and afterward Leah found Peter. Four years they hunted together again until one day when they were working on a case in Montana. Leah was contacted by a man— a demon. Leah cut him off, not knowing he was a demon with a bad attitude, and later that night something attacked Leah and her brother in their motel room. Peter, wounded, instructed Leah to leave and find a weapon hidden in the trunk of their Cadillac. When Leah left, she found the Cadillac on fire, and she grabbed the weapon in the car. Soon after the motel exploded, leaving Leah devastated.
Desperate for help, Leah runs into two men— brothers— who are hunters. After telling them her story, and the help she need, they decided to help her. The two men take her to another more experienced hunter who helps to try to figure out the case as well, and they soon conclude that the man who contacted Leah had to have been a demon of some sort.
When they leave to head out their journey, the two hunters introduce Leah to another friend of theirs—this time she's a demon. The demon gives Leah the name of the demon chasing her: Zepheron. Zepheron soon after contacted her and instructed Leah to go to Nebraska. The foursome head there, and soon Zepheron contacts Leah once more, now instructing her to go to Fort Robinson, where she must head to an abandoned shack alone. The brother's object, but Leah goes anyway. There she is given a strange amulet. They move on, Leah not mentioning the amulet, until Zepheron again contacts Leah. This time he reveals to her that he has her brother, who is still alive. When Leah receives this news, she breaks down. Soon though, Leah is introduced to yet another friend; an angel. The angel then helps them glue together some of the clues, but he also reveals to Leah that the Apocalypse may be at hand if the sixty-six seals are broken. Further on, Leah finally reveals to the hunters of who she really is, and eventually the angel finally reveals to Leah she just might be a part of the Apocalypse. Continuing on, Leah is contacted again my Zepheron who asks her to meet him alone in Knoxville, Tennessee at an abandoned apartment building. Leah leaves in the middle of the night unknown by the brothers, and in Knoxville Leah meets Zepheron who is actually possessing her brother's body. Somehow Zepheron causes a reaction to the amulet given to her by cutting Leah's hand, but before he could reveal his plans for her, the angel shows up and whisks Leah away. He was angry at her at first before he sees the amulet and he realizes that who Leah might be—the cursed human from a deal made between an angel and a demon, and she's possibly a seal that Zepheron must break.
Though it's difficult, Leah tries to accept this as destiny, and convinces the angel to allow her to try and kill Zepheron before he can kill her. SO they make a plan of action and carry it out. When they meet up, Leah and Zepheron battle, and eventually they stab each other simultaneously resulting in mortal wounds for the both of them. Leah does die— and Zepheron breaks the seal. But, the angle miraculously resurrects Leah.
Realizing that she broke a seal, and no she can finally lay her brother to rest, Leah bids her farewell to her hunter friends, knowing she has to move on.
So that's her life so far. Short and to the point. But not exactly a non-profit job; because Leah realized that through this, she earned something that she never had before: she gained friendship. And with the most unlikely sort.
That was five months ago.
Leah dropped her bag onto the motel bed, sighing. She looked around at the motel. Memories automatically started flowing through her brain as she noted the peculiar decorations. But suddenly Leah stopped. No, she thought to herself, not now. To force her thoughts away from such memories, she grabbed some extra clothes and headed to the shower.
After her shower, Leah ran the towel over her long dark hair, drying it quickly. Her thoughts were successfully turned away from those painful memories, and to the case she had just finished that day. She frowned, thinking about it. It happened again. That weird… power that came from her. It was very peculiar. It had only happened a few times before, but recently it began to get more frequent. She could still remember the first time it happened: the memory came so vivid to her mind that she closed her eyes tightly to stop thinking about it. He orange light of the evening sun beating down on the lonely open field where Zepheron attacked her again, but this time he fell to the ground, just as surprised at Leah was because of what she did to him— with her mind.
Before Leah could think any more on this, the sudden ringing of her phone brought her out of the swarming memories and back into reality. Quickly, Leah dashed out of the bathroom, one single thought coursing through her brain: who is it? Trying not to raise her hopes, Leah reached her phone. She sighed when she saw the number— Jonathan. Hastily picking up her phone, Leah breathed a hoarse hello.
"Miss Vaughn?" an anxious voice spoke on the other end.
"Stop calling me Jonathan,: Leah said grumpily.
"But Miss—
"Stop calling me Miss Vaughn, you make me sound old," Leah snapped, "and I'm not having dinner with you! How the heck did you get this number anyway?!"
"Oh Leah c'mon," Jonathan said.
"Stop. Calling. I saved your butt from a hungry batch of vampires and that's it. Now erase my number from your phone before I regret ever saving you," Leah threatened.
"Well, I wasn't thinking about dinner, but splendid idea," Jonathan retorted. Leah rolled her eyes, grinding her teeth.
"I actually called because someone told me they needed help. I thought you might be willing," Jonathan added.
"Help? I'm not a Ghostbuster. You don't just call when something supernatural comes your way," Leah grumbled.
"Well, I'm sorry if you're busy or something," Jonathan said quietly.
"No, I'm not busy, I just got settled into a motel after taking care of a real witch today, that's all,"
Leah replied haughtily. It got quiet.
"Ok, just give me the info," she asked.
"South Carolina. A small town called Clover. My friend says he's dealing with some weird demonic thing. I really don't know a lot… All I know is that he was freaked pretty badly," Jonathan explained. Leah sighed.
"Alright… I guess it won't hurt," she mumbled.
"So you up for it?"
Leah looked down. Demons…
"Yeah. I'm up for it," she answered.
"Good, I'll let him know," Jonathan replied, a hint of relief in his voice.
"Okay. G'night Jonathan. And don't call me again," Leah said, slightly seriously.
"So what about that dinner—" Jonathan started.
"Good night!" Leah interrupted, shutting the phone in an instant. After a moment or two, she sighed again. People are crazy, she thought bitterly. Stashing her phone in her back jean pocket, she looked at her watch. 11:45 p.m.
"Might as well get some rest," she said out loud to the silence. He quietly climbed into the motel room bed, fully clothed, shutting off the light so she didn't have to look at the room. She stared up at the black ceiling above her in silence. Slowly she began to drift into a restless, dreamless sleep.