"Ali." Shaking her sister awake, her heart pounded. "Ali, wake up." The roaring was growing louder now; loud and unmistakable, growing in volume with every passing moment.
Ali blinked blearily, eyes bright in the darkness and taking a second to focus on her sister's face. "What-" She rubbed away sleep from her eyes. "What's going on Ro? Mom and Roy back yet?"
Keeping her voice low, as if not to disturb the sweeping silence, Ro pulled her sister from her bed, shoving a sweatshirt and wallet into her arms, "Mom and Roy are dead," Not stopping to see the reaction her words drew, she pulled Ali from the room. "They screwed up. They-" Ro cut herself off. Reaching the kitchen, she stopped. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that-"
"Mom and Roy are dead?" Ali's voice trembles with the force of the accusation. "H-how?"
A delicate shake of her head and Ro moved away, staying quiet. Not wanting, or willing, to open up the memory of the phone call, or the rasping silence and deep voice smirking from the other end. "You need to get out."
Ali's eyes widened. Outside, the stars had started to appear and the almost full moon shone, washing everything with silver light. "We can't just leave, we have-"
"Ali." Ro's voice, low and firm, as she took her sister's arm. "They're coming."
Paling, her fight or flight instinct igniting and an itch starting along her spine, Ali's blood ran cold. "No, I'm not leaving you Ro." But her sister had raised a finger to her lips for quiet.
A soft purring echoed down the street. Ro's eyes flickered before she shoved Ali towards the back door. "Go now. I'll hold them off. The Berns will take care of you; their farm is straight through the woods, down the path."
"Ro," her sister's voice trembled. "Promise me you'll come back?"
With the ones who were coming, both sisters knew the question was a joke. There was no coming back. But the older girl nodded, touching the moon pendant at the hollow of her throat. "On my life, I promise."
Steps on the front porch drew their attentions away from each other. Two voices, low and gruff, filtered in from under the door. "Ali, go!" Ro pushed her sister into the night. Locking the door, slipping into the shadows, she waited. Footsteps and voices. Two men and she hid, spying on their movements until a scream tore through the air.
Ali.
Her pupils narrowed. Eyeing the moon outside and pouncing, snarling into the dark. But it was the metallic tang that froze her, chilling her to the core. "Ali." The word was a low growl, a rumbling deep in her throat. Her senses sharpened, amplifying with it the terror, worry, anxiety, and fear gnawing at her insides.
There was a figure. Tall. Male. Evergreen and pine and something foul, a sinister undercurrent hidden deep, deep, below the surface. A gunshot had her flinch and she watched him wipe the blood splatter in the edges of his flannel. A burn started along her muscles, tempting her mind to let go and give into the animalistic rage that coated her bones. Her vision tunneled with red when he turned. Hazel met her own light orbs.
"Three little hunters started the road.
One sold his soul so his son could grow.
The two remaining turned ruthless and cold.
Slaughtering our kind and we could never grow old.
And if they come in the dead of the night,
Run for your life, for fear, and fright."
It was the unbidden lullaby that drifted through her mind when he looked up, her every instinct screaming at her to run. There was one. And he was standing over her dead sister. There was one. Tall, light eyes and deep pain marked him as a victim who walked free.
A warning flashed in her mind. Roy's voice crept up on her, whispering in her ear. "...the younger one, watch out for him. He can kill you from a mile away. But," Roy had paused, refilling his beer. "But all hell will break loose if you lay a hand on darling little Sammy."
There was a rustling behind her. Footsteps? The wind? The hairs on the back of her neck stood and her guard rose.
"But if Sam is the one standing in front of you, you run. You run fara and wide Ro, because that means…"
The snap of a gun being cocked and a sultry smirk; emerald eyes glimmered to life. "Sayonara, Bitch."
"... Dean Winchester's behind you."