The Demon within the Angel and Witch

by Journalism13

She is an immortal witch. She has a sister and both sisters have a secret and a prophecy against them: One will sacrifice their life so the other can live and the other will not be able to cope with it. All of it would start once two brothers arise and bring with them an angel and a demon. The sisters know both and one loves an angel and the other a demon.

1. Prologue

Author's Note: THANK YOU FOR READING MY FIRST SUPERNATURAL FANFIC! Also thank you OhMerlin's Beard for being an awesome beta! Please read and review

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters of it. Sara, Rebekah, the sheriff and other characters are just my creation. I am just a fan...

Prologue

The warning came to us five minutes ago. Goodie Masters warned us because she know us and knows our family secret. She herself had a secret: she was a demon and only we knew it.

My sister and I knew we had to run and run fast. The curse was in motion and we didn't have much time.

I'm now standing still in the dead of night. The mob is heading heads us. We know we have to run if we want to live. I don't know why they are not here yet.

"Rebekah and Sara, I'm glad ye here," the former sheriff of our parish says to us with his thick Scottish accent. "We need to run girls. We need to run like hell if we want to make it out of here alive."

"Just a few more minute," my older sister Rebekah begs. "I know one or both of them will be here. They made me the promise they would be here."

I hear the mob coming closer and closer to use with their torches and pitchforks. They both loved her and I hoped and prayed they didn't betray her and her love for them.

"Death to the witches!" they chanted.

"WE HAVE TO GO NOW GIRLS!"

Rebekah screamed as our friend and protector carried her on his back to the ship that was waiting for us. I was running for my life depended on it.

I saw our sheriff go down after he got my sister safely to the boat. I was only fifteen at the time and I couldn't run to save my life.

The sheriff yelled for me to run and jump onto the boat leaving the dock.

I ran and ran, then jumped and hit the water with darkness consuming me.

I woke up in a sweat realizing that was a dream.

I looked at my alarm and realize it was going to go off soon enough, so I unset it and got dressed for the day. After that I looked at my schedule, which my sister shoved under my door.

A funeral, a wake, scheduling of a funeral for three families and two visitations were scheduled for today. I knew my sister would be busy as well as I since I don't go to school.

That night haunts me though it was 321 years ago

It's fun how the worst demons can always come back and haunt us whenever we get comfortable in our lives and routines.