Chapter One
'Introduction'
A/N: This is the sequel to 'Roadhouse Girl'. Please, read that story first as it will help you make sense of this one. In case you were wondering, Oracion, the title, is a Latin word which loosely means light vs. dark.
Disclaimer: If you read my last story, you know that I don't own anything other than Taylor.
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If you had told Taylor Hayes that she would be traveling and working with the Winchester brothers just two weeks ago, she would have asked you what you were smoking. Yet, there she was, sitting in a crappy old diner with Sam and Dean, enjoying a burger, some onion rings and a large diet coke.
Usually, the huntress would be on her own, hunting evil beings or bussing tables and bartending at her aunts bar, The Roadhouse. The Roadhouse was a safe place for hunters from all over the country to meet and discus their own hunting jobs. It just so happens that it was the place where Taylor had first met Sam and Dean Winchester.
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The three hunters had arrived in Hartford, Connecticut, during a raging thunderstorm, the night before and were now doing some research while having dinner in a cheap diner downtown.
"So," Sam, the younger of the two brothers, started to say, "What does Bobby know about this demon?"
"Not much," Dean answered as thunder crackled in the distance. "There's been a bunch of signs though. Electrical storms, that kinda thing. He thinks it might be big," he explained to his brother and to Taylor.
"Any murders, Dean?" questioned the huntress, Taylor.
Dean answered, "Yeah, four, but I'm not completely sure that they're all connected. They probably are but it's a bit… strange."
"Strange is a relative term," Taylor said with a bit of a grimace. "Are the people linked or is it the way that they've been killed?" Taylor asked him.
"Both. Just not, well, consistently," he answered.
Sam, with a confused look on his face, then asked his brother, "What do you mean, Dean?"
"Well, it's like a circle or something," he tried to explain. "The first victim…"
"Adrian Meyers," Sam stated.
"Yeah, Meyers, knew the second person. The second victim… Susan King was killed the same way as the third person, Alexa… Harrison. She knew the fourth person, our last victim so far, Thomas Lowe."
"How did they knew each other?" Taylor asked, interested.
"Well," Sam said, "they weren't close friends. Mostly, they were just friends of friends."
"What a pain in the ass," the huntress complained in a voice loud enough to make others stare. "So, the next victim. They should be killed the same way as the last guy, Thomas Lowe, right?"
Dean nodded at Taylor as another crash of thunder sounded from outside the restaurant.
"That gives us next to nothing to go on, though. There has to be more of a connection than that." As Taylor said this, Sam booted up his laptop.
"I'll look into the victims a bit more. See if they did know each other in another way somehow. We should probably go and talk to their friends sometime tomorrow. I'll get some of their addresses."
"That's great," Taylor smiled at Sam. "Dean" she then started, "how did all of the victims die, anyway?"
"Well, the newspaper articles all say some sort of 'accident'. The first victim drowned, in their bath tub."
"Right…" Taylor mumbled under her breath. She wondered how many people had ever actually died drowning in their own bath tub. Without supernatural help, that is.
"The next two people were struck by lighting. Twice. What are the odds?" Dean chuckled, darkly, to himself.
Taylor sighed. She really wasn't in the mood for Dean to joke around. "What about the last victim, Thomas Lowe? He died of…" she trailed off, awaiting an answer from Dean.
"A T.V. fell on him," Sam told Taylor as he took the newspaper articles away from his brother.
"You must be kidding" she exclaimed. "How did that happen? It doesn't really sound like a demon did it."
"Well, he apparently walked over to it, to change the channel I'm guessing, and then it fell on his head. The article also said that his head was pretty crushed. It would have had to be a pretty heavy T.V. to do all the damage that it did," Sam explained to the others.
"So… we're looking for a person to save from a T.V. that's supposed to fall and crush their skull? Wow. That's pretty… unbelievable. Even for hunters," Taylor said in a strained voice. "Actually, it sounds like some sort of overly dramatic soap opera." She then said, "Well, I hope we find a better pattern to go on then this circle thing. It really doesn't help us at all until the next person croaks."
"I'm all ears for when you find something better," Dean challenged Taylor. He then glared at her.
Although arguing with Dean could have been fun, she decided that it wasn't worth it. Taylor knew that she could learn a lot if she continued to hunt with the Winchesters. They had years of experience that she simply didn't have. The young huntress wanted to prove to them, and any other hunter, that she could do the job. Taylor Hayes was no amateur.
"Whatever Dean. It's getting late. How 'bout we finish this up tomorrow? We can find a library and then go bother some friends and family of the deceased. I can also help out with the research more tomorrow, too." Taylor said this while looking at the younger brother.
Dean, after noticing Taylor and his brother making eyes at each other, shook his head . He put some money down on the table and said, "Lets go."
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Twenty minutes later, after a quiet car ride, Taylor ran to her motel room to avoid getting wet. She had already spent a night in the room but there was just something about the 'berries and cream' colour scheme that left her with a feeling of unease. For some reason, the pale yellows, oranges and pinks really bothered her. She'd been in worse rooms before, just like most hunters, but that room was just strange.
Once she was settled, she cleaned herself up and got into bed. "Excellent…" she said to herself as a re-run of Gilmore Girls came on. For some reason, the actor that played Dean look very familiar to her.
Once the episode was over, Taylor decided to call it a night. Tomorrow was sure to be a boring day filled with old boring books and newspaper clippings. "Well," she thought, "at least Sam will be there…"
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A/N: Well, here it is! Hope you all enjoyed reading the first chapter of this story! I need to thank my friend, K, who gave me advice while I wrote this in art class. ;) Also:
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