Hello everyone! I want to go ahead and mentioned that this story is a short one. I apologize. I hope you guys like it.
Death's Daughter
By bluebutterfly2006
*Chapter 1*
The clouds crashed into one another, an indication a storm was about to debut. She gripped her Scythe tightly. No, she wasn't the next so called, "Death." That was her older brother, Daminon's responsibility. In truth, she never wanted it.
Long ago, at birth they received their own separate gifts, plus a Scythe to each one. This didn't angry her, nor did Damion's new job position. It was something she had recently found out; the death of their father. She was enraged hearing this horrible news. It was true that she hadn't been home much. In all, she did have a life as well.
Damion scratched his head, knowing the thoughts that was going through his sister's stubborn head. He then looked straight at her and told her just to let it go. For it wasn't worth the aggravation.
She was befuddled on why wouldn't he seek out the one that did this? Why didn't he want justice? Whoever did this, they would pay- with their life!
Little did she know, her brother knew exactly who was responsible.
Miles across town, Delilah exited out of a newer addition black Cadillac car and closed the door. The scent from the pizza baking made her think of her late father and his once desire for it. Next, she leaned against a brick wall as the view before her zipped by. So many people carry on with their business. Not knowing the real and true dangers in this world.
Delilah sensed the killer close by. She could only see from behind them, but could hear his deep rough voice. The rumble from it, aroused her. This made her astonished and flustered at the unaware contemplation.
Delilah watched as he discussed with a much taller man of how something had been a while. She didn't know what this man had meant, nor did she care.
For now, she would wait...Until the right time occurred. Delilah pushed herself off from the wall and disappeared.
Meanwhile...
"Sammy, do you feel that?" Dean questioned, worried. He walked over and peeked through the blinds. Not paying attention to the previous conversation that Sam had said.
"Feel what, Dean?" Sam answered, as he looked up from the laptop and concerned at his brother's sudden jumpy actions.
"I don't know?! Like we're being watched?!"
"That's always a possibility...Giving who we are!" Sam pointed out.
Dean nodded and said, " This is different. It was someone...something else."
"Dean, how can you-Let's be-"
"I'm telling you, Sammy! Something isn't right! I have this eerie feeling!"
"Okay, Dean. Now, can we get back to the case?! Then, we will figure what's got you so scared. Afterwards, can we please go home?" Sam replied, exhausted.
Dean glanced at his brother, aggravated and said.
"I'm not scared! Just concerned is all! Dean corrected his brother. Followed by him taking a seat and once again went back to the investigation at hand.
The Winchesters was working on a simple case that involved vampires. The research reported that the missing individuals was now part of a nest. However, something weird had been presented itself. The vampires would returned the dead bodies drained. Left all involve in the case puzzled at this fact. In the dead corpses was a silver circle implanted that had a pin size hole; small enough for a needle to slide in.
After the boys finished, they washed up to eat their hamburgers and fries and finally Dean enjoyed the taste of pie. The Winchester's relaxed and rested up. When morning approach, they would strike down the house of vamps.
Dawn appeared across the sky. The dim light shined through the reedy curtains, which awoke Sam. Nonetheless, Dean snoozed on. Sam cognizance this, nudged him and called out Dean's name. Until he woke up.
"Huh? What?" Dean responded.
"Come on! Let's get this done!" Sam announced, groggy.
"Alright. I'm coming!" Dean returned.
Before long, the Winchesters arrived at the Vampire's nest. They entered inside, machetes in hand and dead man's blood at their side.
Soon after, they exited the house and gleamed in victory. The Boys walked back to the Black 1967 Chevy Impala. All was good.
Suddenly, a woman's voice spoke...
Delilah had followed them and knew the task they was on would result in success. After all, the boys was hunters, but still she couldn't tell which ones? She reached the corner and instantaneously ceased.
Delilah had wondered out in view and said.
"Oh, shit! It's the damn Winchesters! I should have known!"
"Yes, that would be correct. Who's asking?" One of the Winchesters asked.
"Me!" Delilah replied, as she held her Scythe close to her waist.
The Winchester's eyes widened in fear at the sight before them.
"And you are?" Sam inquired.
"Delilah." The Woman stated.
"Delilah?!" The Winchesters pronounced, perplexed.
"Death's daughter." Delilah added.
"WHAT?" The Winchesters applied, in unison with confusion.
More to come...