-1The Rayna Series. Chap 1
Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural or any of the urban legends, or anything I might accidentally take from somewhere else. But Rayna is my own creation from an original story that I thought would fit perfectly in to Supernatural.
My name is Rayna, and All I ever wanted was a family. A family I could love and that would love me back. i had no idea who my parents where, or where i came from. I only remembered what it was that the case workers and the owners of the orphanage had told me. My parents where killed in a fire when I was six months old. Because of my beautiful, black loose curls, and deep blue eyes, i was adopted quickly, but because of my "bad luck," every family that took me in where killed in a fire. Not many blamed me for it, but i was sent back to the same orphanage every time and the owners were getting tired of me, so i became a basic slave hand around. One day this guy had come in. He had a kind face and took pity on me. That night I went to live with them. Everything was perfect and I thought that I had finally found my family, but the house was sent into flames,. Thankfully, they were all able to escape. I took this chance to leave. I could not risk there live anymore. I grabbed my bag, already prepared for a runaway. I told myself before hand that I would never go back to the orphanage. I looked over at the poster pasted on the pole. They where actually looking for me. They really cared. I continued walking. It was my 15th birthday. The fire took place almost two days ago, and already I was having to dodge the police constantly.
I slipped into an alley as I heard approaching sirens, as if as on cue. I Hated back roads and alleys, they where so full of shadows that were hunting and dangerous. A straightened by bag over my right shoulder and continued forward.
It was a dark night and few stars where shinning, but the full moon was brighter than ever, yet was still slightly covered by a fog. I froze in my place as I saw a figure step out of the shadows. He stared at me, causing chills to run down my spine. He ran at me holding a knife in his hands. What had I gotten my self into. I screamed as he tackled me to the ground. I continued to put up a good fight threw my tears.
"What do you want, I don't have anything." I cried as he slapped me around. Somehow I had managed to disarm him, but he was still trying to use his hands to kill me.
"People like you will destroy the world." I cried more as he threw repetitive punches at me. My emotional guard had been broken along with my physical guard and tears ran down my face as he continued to attack me. I was only 15 after all.
"Answer your phone," Dean shouted at the cell phone in his hands. Dean had just finished a "hunt," to find his father had disappeared. He continued to call him but got no answer. He looked back at the road in front of him. His Impala was a nice companion and served as a home, transport, and even an armory. "come on" He said as he dialed the number again and brought it up to his ear. Reluctantly he decided to leave a message but something caught his attention. A girl was standing was being attacked by a guy dressed in all black. He stopped his car and threw the door open. He dropped his phone onto the road and ran over towards the girl. "Hey Leave her alone." he shouted as he threw a Punch knocking the guy off of her.