PREY
AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER
Just a little Halloween treat. Sequel to Wax Hunt. Read that first, or this won't make sense. House of Wax belongs to Dark Castle Entertainment and Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. Takes place after Monster Movie. Sam has kept in contact with Nick and Carly throughout the series and there had been visits between the three of them prior to the Pilot, which will prove important later in the fic. Story has many references to House Of Wax/Wax Hunt. Nick and Carly have a two-bedroom apartment.
In a New York bar, a woman was dancing in time to the beat of the music while the guy who had come with her sat at the bar, watching her out of the corner of his eye. A man came up to her and said something to her and she held out her right hand. His eyes drifted to her second finger and his face contorted in disgust. The man at the bar stood up when he saw his companion's visage crumple and walked up to them.
"Is there a problem?" he questioned.
"What the hell happened to your hand?" the other man demanded, ignoring him.
"I had an accident," the woman answered.
"Why didn't you fix it or---" the first man began.
"Hey, man. Step off," the second man interrupted.
"You gonna make me?" came the challenge.
"Damn right I am," was the response. For a moment, the two men stared at each other, until the first man walked away.
"Thanks, Nick," the woman said.
"No big deal, Carly," the man responded. The Jones twins walked out of the bar, unaware of the short, stocky man who had seen the whole thing.
"Nick and Carly. Gotcha," he proclaimed, his eyes turning marble black. Later that night, Nick and Carly returned to their apartment, where Nick went to the couch and turned on the t.v as Carly turned on the lights.
"I wonder how the game went," he commented. His sister shook her head.
"You and your games," she said fondly. Suddenly, the lights and t.v. started flicking.
"What the hell?" Nick questioned. There was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Carly declared, and then went to do so. When she unlocked the bottom half of the door, she saw a man holding an eleven-year old girl's hand.
"Hello, can I help you?" she questioned. Hearing the wariness in his sister's voice, Nick turned his head to look at the door.
"Need help?" he offered.
"No, I got it," she answered. Then, turning her attention back to the two at the door, while playing with the chain, "So, can I help you?"
"Yeah, this little girl's lost, and I was wondering if you maybe knew her parents?" the man questioned.
"I'm sorry. I don't know her. Why don't you try some other apartments?" Carly suggested.
"Oh, I don't think so," the little girl replied. Then, before Carly knew what was happening, she had been telekinetically thrown across the room as the door burst open.
"Carly!" Nick exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and running to his sister. "You okay?" he questioned, helping her up.
"Yeah, I'm all right," she assured him.
"Who are you?" the younger man demanded.
"My name's Lilith. But you're gonna call me 'Mistress'," the little girl told them, revealing her eyes to be a milky white. The two gasped. Carly gasped again as Lilith, the man, and a woman walked in and then the door suddenly shut itself.