Sitting at a bar in Detroit, I bring my whiskey to my lips, trying to drink away the case we just finished. Although born into the hunting life, cases that involved children still get to me. It makes me sick to see children lying in puddles of blood, cold and dead. It brings back bad memories. Memories I would rather drown in a bar.
"Long day?" A deep, rough voice says as I down the last in my glass.
I turn to face the voice, and see a man in a leather jacket, with green eyes that seemed alive, as if his eyes were a whole separate person. He smiles at me, not some creep smile women usually get in bars, but a kind smile.
He raises his hand to the bartender. "Another drink for the lady. On me."
"That's very kind of you, but I'm done here." I look a little deeper into his eyes, and for a second, I can see a look of panic in them, as if his eyes are trying to warn me about something. I shrug it off, and hop down from the stool, ready to get back to the motel where my little brother and father are. My memories back where they need to be: behind a thick wall deep in my mind.
"Well, if you change your mind…" He says as he turns his attention to the bartender.
I ignore his words, which sound oddly addictive to my ears, and I walk out the bar towards my car. As I step into the breeze, I stop dead in my tracks. There is something in the air that doesn't feel right. I turn around and look through the bar's windows, and the man with the green eyes is gone. I reach for my gun, tucked into the back of my jeans, and pull it out as I make my way over to my dad's car: a 1969 black El Camino. I take one last look around, as I unlock the door, and sit inside. My callous ridden hands grip the stirring wheel for a few seconds before I start up the engine and pull out of the parking space.
The Eagle Motel, where we were set up for this case, is only a twenty-minute drive from the bar, but it feels like hours. Every few minutes feels like an eternity and I can't let go of the feeling that something is just not right. The case is still heavy on my mind, so I focus on that, in an aim to get this feeling out of my head. Two shapeshifts killing children and infiltrating their homes for kicks, is not a case she likes dealing with or thinking about, but it's better than this sinking feeling in my gut.
When that does not help, I turn up the music in the car. ACDC is playing, and I hum along. It works, but when I pull into the motel's parking lot, the feeling doubles. I look around as I pull the car into a parking space, and that's when I see it: the door to our room is slightly ajar. I put the car in park and jump out of the car, race to the door, and pull out my gun.
One foot follows another carefully as I walk into the room, inspecting every inch of the dark room. Next thing I know, the lights come on and my dad, Jason Levi is standing in front of me in a panic.
He grabs my arm, and pushes me towards the small closest in the corner. "There's a demon and he's coming. We don't have time to leave. Just sit tight, while I draw him away from the room."
Like an obedient daughter, I nod and jump into the closest, pulling the door as shut as it will go. Only a little gap lets in light, but from that gap, I can see Alec, my ten year old brother, hiding under the bed, with a gun in his hands.
He looks at me, and I can see the terror in his blue eyes. He was soft. Never really got his hands dirty in any of the cases, even though by his age, my older brother, Jaxon and I were about as deep in cases as their father. I place one finger on my lips, and nod my head, smiling, trying to reassure him.
My father, nearing the door, is flung back into the back wall. I slap my hand over my mouth to sniffle a gasp, as I recognize the second man now entering the room; only instead of the green eyes at the bar, they were black.
He doesn't speak. I watch as he waltzes up to my father—who is trying to stand up and fight—and reaches down to flick him backwards again. The next second, Alec is standing in between the demon and her father and the next, he is in the corner, in a crumpled heap, and the demon is putting a bullet in my father's head.
The demon turns around and surveys the room, his black eyes disappearing and the green eyes take their place. Once again, I see a look of panic in those eyes, only to be replaced with stone cold eyes. He walks out, leaving me standing in the closest and peeking out at my father and brother. Neither of whom are moving.
It takes a few more seconds for me to regain mobility, and when I do, I fall on the floor, knocking the door open. Tears stream down my face. I can't hold onto anything anymore. Flashbacks of the last time I found family members bloody and lifeless flash before my eyes as I crawl to her father, and then to my brother. I can't handle any of it. My body shuts itself down, and the last thing I see is those green eyes, full of panic, as my whole world goes black.