So, a new one I started writing, I love the title lol, Surnaturel Romantique, yeah, lol, based right after the Cupid episode of the current season. I haven't decided if I'm going to follow these new episodes, but if I do I shall add my own plot in there somehow =]
I stabbed the piece of wood straight through the heart of the bloody creature in front of me. Violet dropped the body to the floor.
"Good work, Evie, but I think you were just hesitating a little."
"Whaddaya expect, Vi? It's one in the morning and I'm hungry!" I wiped the small amount of blood off my cheek and pulled my waist-length black hair into a ponytail. Violet stood in front of me, wiping
dirt off of herself. She looked up and smiled at me.
"Burgers it is!" She linked arms with me, flipping her chocolate brown hair over her shoulder. She skipped to the car, pulling me along behind her.
"Violet has demon blood in her." My father told me, his hand on the shoulder of a small six-year old girl. "There's nowhere for her to go, Evie." I pouted. Who was this girl? Demon blood or no demon blood, she couldn't come into my house and take over, I mean who- I was stopped in the middle of my thought. The girl, Violet, had looked up at me with fear-filled brown eyes. It was then that I knew I wouldn't be able to be mean to her. "Evie, when she's older, twenty or so, she'll start craving the rush that demon blood can give her. You mustn't let her get any. If she does, go to Bobby Singer's house. There's a room there that you can put her in until the blood gets out of her system. Do you understand?" I nodded. It wasn't but a few hours later that demons came into our house; they killed my parents and ran. Violet and I were crying, huddled together in the panic room in the cellar; the door was open. "Don't cry." Violet whispered to me. "An angel is watching over us." I looked where she was looking, standing right outside the door was a man. He had messy dark brown hair and was wearing a light grey trenchcoat. "Who are you?" I called, my voice cracking slightly. "My name is Castiel."
It had been almost fourteen years since then, Vi's birthday was coming closer. The last time we saw Castiel was two years ago in Colorado. Violet let go of my arm and ran to the car.
"Evie, can I drive!?"
"No." I said, laughing. She made a face at me and walked to the passenger side of my impala. I had gotten this car from a hunter that we had stayed with for a couple years, until demons found him
too.
"Why don't you ever let me drive?" Violet asked as I started the car.
"Because the last time I let you drive you crashed; took me months to fix my car!" I flipped on the radio.
"This song is horrible." Vi flipped around in her seat.
"Cas!" I looked in my rear-view mirror to see him smiling.
"Long time no see, Mr. Angel."
"This isn't a pleasure visit, Evelyn. I need your help. The Winchesters need your help." I growled under my breath and kept my eyes on the road.
"Why should we help them?" I had never met the Winchester boys, but I knew they were trouble. This rise of demons was their fault, the Apocalypse, Lucifer, everything.
"Because they need you, it seems their old friend Bela isn't as dead as they thought. The boys are…still at odds from the Cupid ordeal they've just been through. Sam had some demon blood, and, well,
you know what can happen…" I looked out of the corner of my eye at Violet. I had been very careful about demon blood. If we had to kill a demon, we did but I got her away from the blood as fast as I
could. "Dean can't handle this on his own, Evelyn. You've heard about them, Dean would never ask anyone but Bobby Singer for help. I heard him, begging to God, of all people, for help." From what I
had heard of the Winchester's, neither of them were the ones to ask God for help.
"Where are they?" I asked.
"Louisiana." I pulled a u-turn and headed in the opposite direction.