"Come, Evie", the voice coaxed and the muscled in my body tensed.

The pulling surge to go to the voice was too much for me to handle, my right foot lifting itself to take a step forward. Mumbling a protection spell I got back to controlling my brain.

If I didn't get out of here fast I was doomed to be trapped.

"Levis", I whispered and a ball of light came up in my open palm. Navigating my way to the front door I stumbled over something and fell to the floor. "Fuck."

"Evie", the voice now said disapproving. "You shouldn't run."

I licked my dry lips and pushed my dark-brown hair out of my eyes. Picking up the ball of light I carefully tried to make my way to the door again.

I knew that I should stay and fight the demon but I had lost my dagger that I had gotten from a demon named Ruby a long time ago, and I couldn't risk being killed. I would come back tomorrow and get the dagger then and then kill the demon. But I was also worried; it had known my name the second I had gotten in there.

Looking down on my hand I realised that it was shaking, from fear.

Fear.

It was a feeling that I wasn't used to feeling. It terrified me even more. But it wasn't strange that I felt fear, I was only human. And humans are supposed to feel fear. Right?

Now facing the door I ran to it and ran out to the freedom. The demon couldn't leave the house as I had put a locking spell on it before I had gotten into it. First it had seemed like a great plan, now, not so much. My freaking dagger was in there, and I needed it! I felt lonley without, which also felt rather weird.

Outside the house I turned to look at it. It was a house that you could expect a family would live in. Red with white corners. Deciding that I should get some sleep at the crappy motel that I had rented a room in, I climbed in the stolen car and drove it to the motel.

Outside the door of my room I looked around at first before getting in to see if there were any signs of a demon coming. It wasn't, the parking lot seemed normal and non of the lamps was flickering of and on. Seeing a gorgeous car I sighed, I had always wanted a car of my own. Now I was stealing cars every other day to keep me moving.

Locking the door up and pulling open and I walked in. On the green floor salt was nicely lined up round the door and windows. Some of my protecting herbs was hanging around door and windows just to make me feel safe. And I had also said a protecting spell around the room, not letting anything supernatural coming in the room except for me, and I had even performed a spell saying that nothing that related to supernatural could be done in the room.

Although that spell was handy it left me without any magic. But only demons had been after me so I wasn't scared.

Exhausted, not even caring to take a shower I stumbled into the bed with my clothes and closed my eyes.

Pulling up on the driveway to the house where the demon was I felt something was wrong. It was to quiet. It really was disturbing. My stomach twisted and I sat in the car for five minutes before taking enough courage to enter the house.

I only brought a gun loaded with rock salt, just in case I wouldn't find my knife.

It bugged me even more when I had entered the house, it was so quiet. Last time the second I had gotten in the demon had tried to lure me to face him.

And now, nothing.

"Aperio", I said, a revealing spell, but nothing came to me.

Then I felt it, death. Not a normal death, but a demon death, which was one of the few perks by being a witch. You get the "feeling" if something supernatural or not.

I looked down and saw a deviltrap five meters in front of me. A hunter had been here. Resently, also.

That wasn't good, they could have found my dagger and may have stolen it, I know I would. Finding a shiny goodlooking dagger, then I would jump up and down screaming in joy.

Sighing I turned around quickly running to the kitchen were I had dropped the dagger the day before, hoping that the hunters would be the kind that were stupid and didnt like shiny daggers. Yeah, like that would happen.

And like I had predicted, it wasn't there. I cursed out loud and kicked down the table.

"Dammit!"

This would have to be the worst day of my life!

I massaged my temples before exiting the house once more unsatisfied. This was getting ridiculous. First the demon kicking my ass and now my dagger stolen by some stupid hunter!

At the diner just beside the motel I ordered a burger with fries and a coke.

There wasn't many people in the diner, only five. A family, who contained three of those sat down at the middle and I sat behind two guys. I could hear the guys behind me chatting quite dramatically even though they spoke in very low voices. Deciding I wanted to hear what they said I tried to block out the rest of the diner and then I could clearly hear their hushed voices.

"That's not it, we killed it, and lets just move on, Dean!"

"Whoever left that dagger in that house must still be here, and my stomach tells me that its not a human! Ruby, remember her? She had one of these daggers, not human!"

"Well, Ruby wasn't evil, either, she has helped us a lot of times, a matter of fact she saved your life!"

"Sam", the voice of Dean warned but I couldn't listen anymore, because one, my food canme and two, they had stolen my freaking dagger. I was beyond mad, I was furious. And if it could than black smoke would come out of my ears probably also through my nostrils.

I rushed to my feet wanting to see how they looked like so that I could take back the dagger later. Walking to the bathroom I walked past them. Both were very eye-catching and one was freakishly tall. The other man looked at me when I passed and he started to grin at me.

My angry glare at the guys didn't pass them and soon they looked surprised, almost baffled.

In the bathroom I'm plashing my face with cold water just to calm down my nerves and not to do anything rash once I face the guys again.

My brown eyes stared back at me in the mirror in the most scrutinizing way. I shook my head. Why was this happening to me? Couldn´t this happen to some other bloke that had it coming? What had I done to deserve this? I was good! I had killed many demons and ghosts, even evil witches for gods sake! Why me?!

Walking out of the bathroom I saw that the guys was just walking out. I left my food that I didn't even had the chance of tasting to follow these guys. They got in the car I had seen yesterday. Of course they would be the owner of a fantastic and breathtaking car.

Stupid hunters!

Getting in my own vehicle, which was a ford, I followed them on the road. I tried to always be a car away from them but sometimes there was no car in sight and I just stayed way back so they couldn´t see me, the driver. They drove non-stop and didn't stop until they were at a motel at midnight. Watching them park I parked at the opposite end of them. Seeing them check in and walking to a room, I narrowed my eyes trying to see what number.

Four.

In my mind I was making up a plane to get the knife back without them noticing me. Believing the they would most mostly go the bar at night I planned to get in then and then out of here without being notice. It sounded easy in my ears, but thing are never this easy and I prepared anyway for trouble along the way.

And I was right, as I usually am. When the guys had gotten out of the room and into the bar just fifty meters away I picked the lock on the door and hurried in, hoping that noone had seen me breaking into the room. I turned from the door to look over the room.

Though they surely only had been in the room a couple of hours, papers and books was spread over the floor and tables. Not really looking through them I began to look in their duffels bags. The first only contain clothes, as did the second. The third a smile came on my mouth.

Weapons!

And a lot of them. Getting a bit sidetracked at the shiny weapons I began to pick one at the time up in my hands to inspect. I really liked the machete who had a really sharp blade. But it wasn't my dagger so I put it down again. Maybe I could steal it? I mean, they had stolen my dagger first; compensation would be nice along with the dagger.

"Bingo", I said aloud to myself when I found my dagger in the bag.

I started to inspect it to see if they had done any damages. I couldn't see any, which was a big relief. When I made a attempt to stand up I felt something sharp to my throat and someone grabbed me around me waist and roughly pushed me to the wall. Still having the dagger in my hand I quickly slipped it into my pocket so whoever had me in this grip only would see the machete and nothing else.

"Who the fuck are you", a voice growled and I felt a wave of fear through my body.

"No one", I said frightened, my voice all squeaky. I hated when it did that, it made it so obvious that I was scared. I felt the sharp thing at my neck being harder pushed in to my throat. "Okay! Okay! Take it easy, cowboy."

A body was pressed into my back and I felt his breath on my neck. "Talk, now. Who are you?"

His hot air slightly tickled my ear and I didn't like the close proximity.

"Evie. And you?"

"Ha! I don't think you're in a position to ask any questions, sweetheart."

Feeling him slightly losing his tight grip around me I smirked. "Well how about now, then?"

Pushing myself at the side at the same time pushing down his arm to glide out of his grip. I then kicked my foot under his feet's so he landed with a thud on the floor. Then quickly straddling him I put the machete at his throat.

"Looks like I got the upper hand, so tell me cowboy, what's your name?"

I noticed that it was the shorter of the men and then smirked when he realized that he had seen me before.

"Name!" I ordered pressing slightly harder.

"Dean", he said and his green eyes looked confused. "What are you doing in my room?"

I left a laugh escape. "What was it that you said? I don't think you're in a position to ask any questions, sweetheart." I quoted him.

"Sweet", he said bitterly and tried to get up.

I pushed him back again and I wiggled a bit to get a bit steadier so he just couldn't toss me of him. He groaned and I shot him a questioning look then realizing what I had been doing.

"Oh!"

He smirked at my face. "That's right, baby, right there."

"Shut up!" I said pressing the machete against his throat.

"Hey! You started it!"

The door was opened and I looked at it alarmed.

"Dean?"

I rushed up glaring at the attractive man beneath me. "Up you go." I started pulling him up and he rose. "Good boy", I taunted him.

"Dean?" the voice was more alarmed now and I could see the silhouette of the other man. "You in there?"

Still having the machete at his throat I made a signal to let him speak.

"Yeah, Sammy, I'm in here."

The man walked in to the room completely and, damn, he really was tall. "You okay?" His voice started out strong and then faded out as he saw his buddy with a machete at his throat.

"What does it look like, you smock?"

The tall man looked at me and then around the room to find a weapon.

"Don't even try, tall guy", I growled. "I'll have his throat sliced in a second."

Clearly being stupid the tall guy still optioned his chances. Although I was shorter then the guy in my arms he had a good chance at being sliced if he made one wrong move, since I was holding the machete kind of tight.

"And wouldn't it be a shame to waste him", I said in a taunting voice.

Anger crossed the tall mans face. It was so intense, that it startled me for a second breaking through my non emotional face.

"What do you want?" his voice was cold as he stood by the door.

"To get out, unharmed, that's what I want, and I want you to not to follow me after." Obviously my commands surprised him and I could feel the guy shift in my arm. "Stay still you idiot!"

I really didn't want to kill him, but if he made me, I would do it without a flinch.

"She was stealing I think", Dean said to the taller guy.

"Don't talk about me when I'm standing right here!" I scolded feeling anger. "Now, how about my commands?"

The tall man looked like he was fighting a inner battle with himself. I couldn't understand why.

"Okay", the tall man said.

After pushing Dean at the tall man I rushed to my stolen vehicle and nearly tossed myself in the car. I had the machete and the dagger and right now I could see the guys rushing out of the room. Trying to be quick I revved the engine and pulled out. Nearly crashing in to an old Volvo.

I didn't even consider to drive slowly until I had at least driven for an hour and not seeing any cars behind me.

This had been an close deal, to close for my own comfort. Now these hunters wouldn't stop looking for me, and this was so not what I wanted. This was bad, although I was very happy to have my dagger back I now had not one hunter, but two after me. But I was thinking that this was worth it.