Hi, so this is something different from my usual stories. My first OC story and I wouldn't have even thought of writing this, without RosesandThorns666. She wanted a girl!hunter story, so this is for her. Thanks for inspiring this. I hope you enjoy.
'Five years,' Kaitlyn Mitchell thought grimly as she put down her shovel and rolled the body at her feet into the grave she'd dug. Then she quickly covered him with the loose dirt beside her. Finally she had a name, after five long years of hunting and questioning demons. She was a little sad that the poor man who had been possessed hadn't survived the exorcism but she finally knew the name of the demon who was responsible for her mother's death.
"Crowley," she hissed, as she wiped her dirty hands on her old jeans, before picking up the shovel and returning to her shiny dark blue truck. It was a Ford Raptor, which she kept in perfect condition. The car's name had immediately caught her attention and the appearance was fitting for the name of a viscous dinosaur. It looked badass. But of course that wasn't the only reason why she had bought it. It was also very good for her job. There was enough room for all her equipment and even to move a body, should the need arise. And it was well suited for difficult terrain, if she for instance needed to bury a body in the woods, like she had done today.
Sighing she got into the car and shook her long, auburn hair out, running her fingers through her soft curls. She had tied it back for the grave digging but it was uncomfortable. She preferred to wear it loose whenever she could. It was one of the few girly things she allowed herself to have. She had never really worn many pretty clothes but now she only owned one nice dress, in case she needed to charm information out of someone.
But it wasn't practical for killing monsters and hunting demons, so usually she wore jeans, a tank top and a plaid shirt and sometimes she didn't feel much like a woman. So she had kept her hair long, even though it could be dangerous in a fight, because her opponents could easily grab it. But an elbow to the throat had so far always freed her again.
After rolling her shoulders a few times to loosen the muscles after the strain of digging, she started the car and drove back to the cheap motel, where she had rented a room. It was one of the nicer cheap motels, meaning that it was actually quite clean. She was looking forward to returning to her room and getting some rest. It had been a long day in the cold shack where she had interrogated the demon and now she wanted food, a hot shower and sleep.
She stopped at a store on her way back to get a sandwich and then went straight to the motel. There she immediately devoured her food and then took a long shower, letting the hot water beat down on her back and wash away all the blood and dirt on her skin and feeling her muscles relax. There weren't many things that were better than a hot shower after a long day in the cold.
When she had used up all the hot water, another reason why this motel was one of the better ones – the hot water lasted for more than five minutes, she dried herself and then stood in front of the mirror to check her body for injuries. She didn't hurt anywhere but experience had taught her to always check after a hunt.
Waking up once with the sheets stuck to her skin with dried blood was more than enough. She had been so exhausted that night, that she hadn't noticed the cut on her thigh until the next morning. She had been lucky that it hadn't been a deep cut, more like a scratch but it had left a thin scar.
The memory made her lightly trace the scar with her fingertips. It didn't bother her, scars were part of this life she had chosen, but it was a great reminder to always be careful and make sure she was fine. But today she didn't find any new injuries. The demon had underestimated her and hadn't stood a chance against her.
She moved her fingers from the scar on her thigh to the protection tattoo on her hip. The demon hadn't expected that. It had tried to possess her to deal with her but that hadn't worked out too well. Instead she had trapped it and persuaded it to give her the information she had been craving for so long. And then she had sent it back to where it had come from.
With a small shake of her head she returned to the present and quickly pulled on her pajama and climbed into bed. When she was sitting comfortably, resting her back against a stack of pillows, she picked up her phone which she had dropped on the nightstand earlier and dialed her father's number.
It rang a few times and then his mail box answered. Kaitlyn sighed. It was already dark outside. Her dad was probably too drunk by now to answer the phone. Maybe he had even passed out and couldn't hear the ringing anymore. She wished there was something she could do to help him and in the beginning she had tried. But soon she'd had to accept that her dad had just given up. But now she had news that might give him some incentive to get his life in order again.
"Hey dad, it's me, Kate. I have some news for you that I thought you'd like to hear. I have finally learned the name of the bastard who is responsible for mom's death. It's Crowley. I told you I would find him someday and I will. I'm a big step closer now and will find him and make him pay. Anyway, just thought you'd like to know. Take care. Love you," she said and then hung up, hoping he would get the message in the morning.
Although she knew it was unlikely, she still hoped that when she found the demon who had offered her mom the deal that had cost her life, her dad would stop drinking and be her dad again. She missed having a family. The thought made her sad and she choked back tears and tried to think of happier times, before tragedy had ripped her family apart and made her into a loner, a hunter of supernatural beings most people didn't even believe in.
Somehow she must have had fallen asleep because when her phone rang, it woke her up and outside the sun was shining.
"Mornin' dad," she mumbled after checking the caller ID.
"Morning darling. I got your message. I'm sorry I couldn't speak to you last night. I was working," he told her and even though she wished she could believe that she knew it was a lie and her dad knew that she knew. But he still tried to pretend that nothing was wrong and she just couldn't bring herself to tell him to cut the crap. He might not be the dad she wanted, the dad she had known as a girl who'd took her hunting and taught her how to fix a car but he was still her dad and she didn't want to lose him, too.
"Don't worry about it," she said.
"So, you really think you found him?" her dad asked. He knew about demons, her mom had told them everything about them she'd known.
"No, not yet. But I have his name now. That should make it easier to find him. A few more weeks maybe," she answered confidently.
"Really? Be careful when you do find him," her dad told her.
"I will dad. I'll let you know when I have him. Bye," she said, a little disappointed about his lack of real excitement about the news. He really had given up.
"Bye," she heard her dad say before he hung up. Feeling sad again but also hopeful, she put her phone away and then got out of bed to start the day. She had a demon to find and after that talk with her father she was even more motivated than before. She would never give up.