Chapter 4
By the time Roxanne had the will to pull herself out of the bathroom, the sun had sank well below the horizon. "Well...time to work." She clawed through her backpack and pulled on her hunting gear and strapped her weapons to her body. It wasn't until she came to her freshly acquired daggers that she paused. Dying to try them out, she twirled them skillfully for a moment before tucking them away then went over to her disguise kit. Roxanne tied her hair into a bun and fitted a black wig over her head and pair dark sunglasses over her eyes before leaving the motel and driving off.
When she arrived at White lake, her eyes widened. There was a small community of houses that enclosed around the lake, which glittered and sparkled magnificently under the star-splattered sky. The soothing scent of salt water brushed her skin. It was almost impossible for Roxanne to believe that this quiet place could be capable of housing such a dark and terrible crime. It was all nuzzled in a valley between hills. Sighing deeply, she made her way effortlessly down the steep hills into the valley and walked stealthily through the cobbled roads. Her heavy boots clapped eerily loud through the silent and deserted air. Every house Roxanne passed was just as quiet as the path she walked. Almost every other house had yellow police tape stretched across the lawns. "These must have been the houses of those kids that were killed." Roxanne thought aloud. What became of their parents?" Did they take off and leave when the memories of their dead child became far too unbearable to stay there any longer? She was within three yards away from the water when movement caught her eye at the edge of her vision. Her eyes zoomed in then froze. The Monarch Demon was exactly how she remembered; scaly, black with an ugly cluster of beady eyes. It stood seven feet tall. Roxanne could smell its stench from where she stood. Blood, sweat and decaying flesh. Lowering herself into a cat-like crouch, she clutched her sword as she crouched forward, keeping to the shadows. The closer she got, the stronger the smell grew and the faster the bile began to bubble in her throat. She could see the demon more clearly. From the gapping rip that was its mouth where sharp, jagged fangs were gnashed and dripping green acid. Its black, forked tongue was tasting the air. And that's how it sensed her. It turned its head in her direction and released a low hiss. Roxanne swore under her breath. Now or never. She threw herself from her crouch and into a full body tackle. It gave a sharp howl of pain that mingled with hers when it sank its fangs into her shoulder, tearing through the muscle. But it wasn't the initial bite that made her wail. The venom that seeped from its mouth made the wound burns as if it was on fire. She raised her sword so she could do away with her target. "Hey!" Her head swerved around at the voice that had called out. She could have placed the Country accent anywhere though she had heard it only briefly. It was the humans she had saw at the motel. "What the hell are you-?" Roxanne's scold was cut off when a slashing feeling raked from her right shoulder, down her chest and across her left shoulder. There was spray of blood and she was on the ground. She didn't feel the tearing. Just a burning feeling as though someone was poking the wound with multiple cigarettes. "Damn it!" Dean shouted. Strangely, Roxanne couldn't see anything. There was only darkness. Maybe she had passed out. But she heard the sound of two gunshots blasting through the air. Then nothing...
