Hellhound On My Trail
A Supernatural Fanfiction.
Chapter One
Lizzie was running frantically through a heavily wooded forest in broad daylight. She could hear the horrible growling sound of the hellhounds come closer and closer to her as she continued to run as fast as her legs could carry her.
Suddenly she stopped, confronted with a hellhound that had cut in front of her. She stood there for a few beats, fear pulsating through every vein in her body, staring at the hellhound in front of her.
Lizzie suddenly turned on her heel, and began to run back in the direction she had originally came from, with the hellhound following close behind.
Lizzie tripped on a fallen tree branch as the hellhound pounced on her, blood spattering on her face as the hellhound attacks, while Lizzie screamed in pain…..
"Lizzie?"
Lizzie woke up breathing rapidly as though she had just run a marathon. She apparently had fallen asleep while reading a book, which still lied open on the table she was sitting at. The book was open to a page about hellhounds, and they are not the prettiest things ever – Faces made of human bodies.
Sam had been gazing apprehensively at his fiancée, who appeared to have just walked into the hotel room after putting a six-pack of beer in the fridge.
"Hey, Sam," said Lizzie sleepily as she rubbed her eyes. "Are you okay?" asked Sam worriedly as he sat down next to her. "Yeah," said Lizzie. "I'm fine – nightmare."
Sam nodded at the open book in front of Lizzie. "Dig up anything good?" Lizzie closed the book with a snap and shook her head. "Nope," she said. "nothing."
She gazed at her watch and sighed unhappily. "I've got uh, just thirty hours to go," she said as she was fighting the impulse to burst into tears of fear.
Sam smiled as he reached across the table, took Lizzie's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "My mom and my twelve sisters have no idea that I made this deal," Lizzie whispered. "What am I gonna say to them? How am I gonna tell them?"
"If we manage to save you, you won't need to," said Sam, squeezing Lizzie's hand harder. Lizzie smiled. "I hope you can save me," she said. "Because to be honest Sam. I'm so scared! I don't wanna die! I don't wanna go to Hell…!" "I know you don't…of course you don't," said Sam. "I will do whatever I can to save you, and I won't give up."
"You're forgetting something," said Lizzie. "Oh?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows. "If I try to get out of this deal in any way…."
"I know," said Sam, rolling his eyes. "Crowley keeps your soul and I die." He had been told about these alleged 'rules' when Lizzie first made her deal a year ago.
"But, I don't care what I have to do, I am going to do everything I can to save you, and I don't care about the rules!" Sam continued. "You're not gonna go to Hell, Lizzie," he said, taking Lizzie's face in his hand. "I'm not gonna let you,"
Lizzie smiled. "Thanks," she said.