A/N: Hey everyone! Well, this is my first AU story and I'm rather nervous…but still excited. I get so nervous writing new stories…especially the first chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Beyblade and won't own either of them for the duration of this story.
Warnings: Rated T for course language, and violence…also possible gore. You never know.
Well, I think that about covers everything. So away we go!
"I hate you," a voice rang out in the darkened house, easily heard over the still silence. "I really fucking hate you."
The three Russians stood in the middle of the room trying to ignore the screeching and clawing sounds that were now coming from the door, the only thing that was shutting out whatever was on the main floor and keeping them safe in the basement.
"I mean, really hate. Hitler hated the Jews hate."
The door shook and rattled in its frame, sending wood splinters flying through the air and cascading down the flight of stairs.
"I said let's wait, let's look into it before we just going charging in. But no," the teen sneered. "You just had to rush in like a moron."
His two friends stood quietly, both sets of eyes staring up at the door clearly trying to figure a way out of their current situation. There was a loud cracking sound as the door began to give way quickly followed by the sound of three guns cocking.
"I swear if we make it out of here you'd better start running," the same voice growled angrily.
The salt that had been lining the doorway was cast astray as the door gave a final rattle before it was blown open sending debris flying. There was an unholy scream as a young woman appeared at the top of the stairs glaring down at them with cold, hate filled eyes. Her bleached image seemed to flicker in the half light as she twitched, her neck craning and fingers clenching.
There was a bang as one of the teens let a shot off. The bullet hit the woman in the chest making her scream in agony as it tore through her, leaving scorch marks to run up her pallid figure until she burst into a cloud of black dust.
The three watched cautiously as the particles in the air and scattered across the floor began to condense, the form of a woman beginning to take shape.
"And this is why we should have had a plan," Bryan spat.
"Okay look, I'm sorry," Tala snapped back, hoping to God that Spencer would hurry.
Kai rolled his eyes as he shot the woman again ignoring her screams of anguish as he did. "Will both of you just grow up and focus on the bigger problem? Like how we're going to get out of here?"
He stared his two friends down as he absentmindedly shot the reforming woman again not giving her time to regain her proper figure.
"You know what? Screw you Kai—
Several hours earlier…
He stared down at the map that was spread across the hood of his car as he grunted into his cell phone. The sun was beating down from overhead and the gravel crunched under his shoe as he shifted his weight to his other leg. The teen glanced up as a sparrow flew past his face and off in the direction of the few trees that lined the weathered road. The person on the other end of the line continued to drone on about directions, short cuts, death omens and such as his attention waned, flying away with the small bird.
"Are you even listening to me?!" The voice on the other end of the line hissed angrily.
They were in the middle of nowhere but soon to be somewhere seeing as they were slowly but surely making their way to a small town to the west. If he ever managed to get off of the phone they could be in the next town within two hours.
"Yes, I heard every word," he said easily as he turned to lean against the car.
"Then I expect a call once everything is said and done."
And with that lovely parting the line went dead. He flipped the phone shut with a grumble, knowing he'd be dealing with some attitude later.
"Kai," Tala called from his place in the backseat with Bryan lounging at his side. "What's taking so long? Hurry the hell up."
The other shot him a glare before he simply leaned down to circle something on his map. Bryan sighed as he blew his bangs from his face for the fifth time. It was unseasonably hot for the time of year and he wasn't at all pleased with that fact. It didn't help matters that the air conditioning seemed to have given up and died on them.
"Well?" Spencer asked from the passenger seat, fanning himself with an old magazine. "What's going on?"
The map was folded neatly and tucked into a pant pocket before Kai seemed to deem them ready to hear his response. "Robert says that there's another job on the way to Kingsview."
The blonde quirked an eyebrow, "And…?"
"And we're taking it," the slate haired teen informed as if stating the obvious and slid into the driver's seat. "It's only a few hours away."
"How many hours?" Tala asked as he leaned between the two front seats, "Because I'm driving."
Crimson eyes met with blue. "Three hours. And no way in hell."
"Why does he always get to drive?" the redhead growled as he turned to look pleadingly at Spencer.
It was unofficial, but understood between them that the blond was in charge whenever he happened to be with them. He wasn't necessarily the best Hunter out of all of them; in fact, he was probably the least experienced, but hell if he wasn't twice their size and not afraid to throw his weight around.
"Come on! Just for a while!"
The large Russian shrugged, "You want to drive you bring your own car."
Kai smirked as he pulled back onto the dusty road.
"I wouldn't mind driving," Bryan piped up.
His three friends turned to stare at him before they looked away.
"What? I'm a great driver!"
Yes, a wonderful driver. So wonderful in fact that he'd managed to total three cars in as many months. Not to say he was all that horrible, he'd just apparently decided that street signs, lights and laws didn't apply to him. Horrible driver? No. Mildly insane? Undoubtedly.
"You're not driving," Kai answered flatly as he hit the accelerator.
"Fine, next time we're taking my car. This is bullshit," the lavender haired teen spat as he leaned back in his seat.
They'd been heading towards Kingsview for several weeks now but had yet to actually reach the small town. They'd heard through the grapevine that there were traces of demons in the area and coupled with the disappearances of several people, it was clear that something needed to be done. The only problem they seemed to be having was actually getting there.
As of late the number of jobs had easily tripled. If there wasn't a vampire in Blackwater that needed staking, there was a poltergeist that needed exorcising in Cape Dale. Demand for Hunters was at an all time high and business was booming, but everyone and their mother in their little community knew something was up. They just weren't entirely sure as to what.
The town that Robert had mentioned was a rather small one as most of the towns that far out into the country were. Robert was your average Hunter brought into the trade by his father who learned from his father, who'd learned from his father, who learned from his mother— basically, he was old blood. Hunting was a family business most of the time. You might ask why, and the reason would be simple enough. Blood was thicker than water. That meant that generally when you tried to explain to the person exactly why you'd just stabbed a priest through the chest with a wooden stake they might actually listen for a moment before they screamed and ran.
But back to Robert— he was what everyone liked to call 'the informant'. He knew every rumour that pertained to Hunting and knew every Hunter by name and phone number. Basically, if you needed to know something or even just needed a job, he was your man. A little stuck up maybe, but as Hunters went he was a pretty stand up guy through and through.
Stoneycreek, apparently home to a rather vicious spirit, was where he was sending them. It was approximately ten hours away from their actual destination but after two weeks of trying to get there, what was another day? And so they drove. And they drove…and they drove and they—
"Mother of God," Bryan sighed as he thumped his fist against Kai's headrest, "Are we there yet? It's been over three hours."
"Patience is a virtue," Tala mumbled under his breath as he repositioned himself in his seat, trying to get comfortable.
"Yeah well, it's one I don't have," Bryan spat back easily as he glared over at his friend.
"Among others…"
A fist fight broke out in the back of the car and not for the first time in the three hour and fifteen minute span that they'd been driving.
Kai tried to keep calm and watch the road as his friends continued to duke it out in his back seat. If he crashed the car now he'd never get his full license. He could only hope that the morons would die in the fiery wreck.
"Guys," Spencer yelled. "Knock it off! I swear to God, you two need to grow up."
He received a sharp shove to his seat as a reward for his troubles and soon his voice joined the din of yells and grunts that bounced around the car. Kai grumbled as he pulled off at the proper exit, trying to ignore the Russian insults that were flying and the shoe that had just landed in his lap.
Stoneycreek seemed to be a nice size town if the size of the local grocery store was anything to go by and in his experience it was. He stopped at the nearest light, ignoring the weight stares he felt coming from the car in the next lane. Really, he'd probably being staring too if the situations were reversed. When the light finally changed to green he took off, trying to pull the roadmap from his pocket as he gripped the wheel with one hand.
"A little help would be nice," he called as the virtue of someone's mother was questioned.
Spencer reached over and plucked the map from his grip before unfolding it against the dash. His eyes scanned the paper as he ran a finger along it.
"Turn…right up head."
Kai nodded as he turned, remembering his blinker and to check his blind spot.
"That was nice," Spencer acknowledged. "You're doing well, last time I was around you could barely steer straight. You just need to practice your parallel parking and you'll be ready for your test."
Spencer was what you might call a part timer which was extremely rare in the Hunting world. He was a first generation Hunter who'd accidentally had a run in with a werewolf when he was younger, leaving him with a new knowledge of a world normally hidden from people's eyes. So when he wasn't in university back in Russian, he flew out to give them a hand with whatever jobs they had at the time.
They continued to navigate through the side roads trying to find the house that was being haunted. It was supposedly the ghost of a young woman by the name of Jocelyn Whitman who'd died back in the nineties.
"Did Rob mention where she was buried?" Tala asked from the back, apparently having tired with fighting Bryan.
"A cemetery about twenty minutes from here, but she's been cremated."
"Well crap."
Crap indeed. The rule of thumb when it came to hunting was burn first, ask questions later. The easiest way to get rid of an angry spirit was to find wherever the person had been buried, dig up the bones and perform a ritual of salting and burning the remains. Generally the body acted as an anchor for the ghosts to hold on to in order to manifest. Both salt and fire had purifying properties that destroyed the anchor and freed the spirit. The only problem was if a piece was missed. Whether it was a lock of hair kept by a family member or a fingernail left behind in the bathroom. Thankfully it rarely happened but when it did it was a lot of trouble to go through.
"Robert asked around though and he thinks its still in the house, whatever it is. No one requested any hair as a keepsake," Kai explained as he carefully pulled down another street.
"That makes our job a little easier," Tala sighed as they pulled up in front of the house.
It was a good sized Victorian style home with peeling white paint and a neglected garden with overgrown bushes. They parked across the street, not wanting to draw undue attention seeing as the house had been abandoned for some time.
Bryan was the first to jump out, eager to stretch his legs after the long ride. Spencer popped the trunk and pulled up the old rug that'd been laid across the bottom to reveal the small arsenal they had in stock. The blond easily picked up a small handgun— and now, you might be thinking: a gun? For a ghost? But these were no ordinary guns.
After many years of throwing handfuls of salt only to have it blown back into their faces because of the wind, Hunters had gotten fed up. Salt in the eyes not only burned like hell, but it sure didn't stop the ghost from throwing you down a flight of stairs. No one is exactly sure who started it, but someone eventually came up with the idea of modifying guns and bullets to handle rounds of salt. It was easy enough to buy the casings, so all you had to do was stuff them full with salt and away you went. No more dropping the bag of salt or accidentally spilling it when you tripped over an old doorjamb. Silver knives worked for just about everything too— well, not ghosts, but you couldn't go wrong with a good silver knife.
When everyone was ready they slunk their way over to the house in the waning light, looking for a way in as they did. It didn't take long for Tala to spot a small window that led into the basement hidden behind the unkempt grass of the backyard.
"Alright Kai," he nodded as he forced the screen off and opened the window. "Get going."
The slate haired teen glared before he passed his gun to Spencer and poked his head through.
"There's a bit of a drop," he observed as he turned around and went in feet first. The Russian resisted the urge to sneeze as dust tickled at his nose.
"Pass me my gun."
The blond did as he was asked and handed the weapon over.
"I'll get the back door," Kai called before his pale arm withdrew and he disappeared altogether into the home.
Spencer sighed as he followed after Tala and Bryan towards the front door. "He's looking so much older now."
Tala shrugged. "You've been gone a while. He was bound to change."
"Yeah, I suppose you've got a point."
"Alright," the redhead started, getting down the business. "You stay out here for now and make sure no one comes running if they hear anything."
"Shouldn't we come up with more of a plan first," Bryan suggested as he climbed the back steps. "We shouldn't just go rushing in."
"We'll be fine," Tala said, waving off his concerns. The other Russian glared as he waited for Kai to open the door.
"Fine. See if I care when you get your ginger ass killed."
"I wouldn't be talking lavender boy," Kai's voice drawled as the back door was thrown open. "The EMF is going crazy so this thing is really here. Basement seemed clear," he added. "Though you never know I suppose."
Bryan poked his head into the darkened home, his nose wrinkling at the stale air.
"I'll head upstairs," he grunted as he quickly made his way to where he hoped the flight of stairs would be. "You two check out down here."
Tala rolled his eyes at the retreating back. "Alright, let's get to it."
The two waved to Spencer knowing that he'd charge in at the first sign of trouble.
"Be careful guys."
"Don't worry," Tala smirked. "We'll be fine."
"Famous last words," the blond muttered as the door swung shut behind the pair.
The hall was dark except for the small beams of moonlight that shone in through the dirty window panes as the two teens crept down the hall. They'd searched through almost all of the rooms that occupied the first floor and had yet to find anything; including Bryan for that matter.
"Kai," the elder's voice hissed into the musty air "Are you really sure its here?"
"Yes Tala," the other grunted back. "I'm positive. Now shut your mouth or she'll hear us."
"But Kai—
"Zip it."
A huff was heard along with the flick of a flashlight as it was switched on, illuminating the annoyed redhead.
"Look, we've been here for twenty minutes and there's been nothing. I say we go meet up with Bryan and—
His suggestion was cut off as the floor beneath his feet suddenly gave way with a great groan and crunch.
"Tala," Kai yelled as he lunged forward at the sound of a muffled bang.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he peered through the nicely sized hole that now occupied the space in front of him.
A moan was the first response he received. "Yeah…I think so."
The slate haired teen tested the floor around the hole. Completely solid.
"The floor shouldn't have broken like that," he muttered to himself as he examined the clean break in the wood. He poked his head through the hole again to find himself staring down at the familiar basement floor. With a quick glance he slipped through it after his friend, landing with a light thump on the cold concrete. Tala was brushing himself off as he held the flashlight in his mouth, a red splotch on his face that would surely darken into a bruise.
"Does it seem cold to you?" Kai asked as he concentrated for a moment, trying to judge the temperature before pulling out his EMF.
"It's a basement," the redhead drawled as he wiped the flashlight off in his shirt "Its not going to be hot."
"I mean abnormally, you moron," the slate haired Russian shot back as the small machine blinked to life.
The redhead considered it for a moment before slowly nodding. "It's about the same as it was up there…which is a little cold compared to outside." Tala acknowledged. "So…the cold spot is...covering the entire bottom floor."
"Great," Kai muttered as the EMF reflected his friend's words. "Just great. This thing came out of no where."
"Well, where the hell is Bryan?"
"I'm here," a voice suddenly called as boots clunked against the worn wood of the stairs. Bryan frowned at them for a moment as he flicked on his flashlight.
"You guys sure made one hell of a racket."
The teen's eyes narrowed as he glanced around the room, a look of confusion overtaking his face. "Why are you down here anyway?"
"Someone fell through the floor," Kai said, staring pointedly at Tala.
"Seriously?" Bryan asked, tipping his flashlight to the ceiling, his eyes quickly following. "I didn't see a hole or anything."
And sure enough, the place where the large gaping hole had been was now seamlessly covered over.
"It's trying to corner us," Tala cursed as he slammed a hand into his back pocket to grab his salt container. "Someone call Spencer and tell him to get his ass in here."
Kai nodded as he pulled out his phone, a frown marring his face as he stared at the brightly lit screen. "I'm not getting a signal. I guess we're in a dead zone."
Tala swore loudly as he lined the doorway with salt. "We need a plan."
"A plan? Oh, you mean like I suggested earlier?!" Bryan yelled.
"Look," Kai sighed as he walked towards the far wall. "I'll just crawl back out the window, grab Spencer and go around through the door again."
His two friends glared.
"You just want to leave us here, don't you?"
"I'm the only one that'll fit through the window," the youngest teen said casually as he placed his gun on the sill. "Tala's the one who got us down here, and Bryan, you came down here on your own. I'm the least at fault. I say, it's only fair that I get to leave."
He nodded to himself as the two continued to weight him down with their heavy gazes.
"Nice try," Bryan replied flatly as he motioned for the teen to come back. "Just call out the window if you need to get his attention."
A screech suddenly cut through the musty air as the door began to rattle at the top of the stairs.
"Look, someone needs to go and find whatever that thing is using as an anchor," Kai argued as dust began to fall from the cobwebbed ceiling.
"Well, I checked the entire upstairs and didn't find anything," Bryan muttered as he chewed at the edge of his thumb. "Which means it's on the first."
"Along with her."
The lavender haired teen nodded. "Along with her."
"Go through the window," Tala started. "And call Spencer. We can explain, we'll keep her distracted and he'll try and find the anchor."
"He hasn't been on a hunt in over a year and you want to throw him to the dogs?" Bryan called.
The redhead shrugged as Kai slid the window open and hoisted himself up onto the small sill so that he was outside up to his shoulders. The door continued to tremble and groan under the force of the ghost's power, the noise raising hairs.
"Spencer!" Kai shouted over the din, trying to catch the blonde's attention. When he received no answer he called out once again only to find himself flung from the window before it was slammed shut with glass cracking force.
"She's locking the place down," he observed as he climbed to his feet, dusting off his clothes as he did.
"Just smash it if you need to," Tala said as he tried his own phone in vain.
Kai nodded as he went to smash the window with the butt of his gun. The sound of shattering glass met their ears along with a curse as a few shards bit into Kai's skin.
"Spencer," he called as he brushed away the shards from the sill and shimmied his way onto it.
"Kai?" the blonde's voice echoed through the night air.
"Get in here and find the damn anchor!"
"I'll be right there!"
There was a sudden popping sound as the three Russians were cast into darkness, their flashlights dying with barely a flicker. The horrid, ear grating screeching picked up again as the trio huddled together in the middle of the room, their eyes struggling to see in the scant moonlight.
With a great groan coming from the door, the room suddenly fell silent except for the far off sounds of Spencer trying to break the door down.
"I hate you," Bryan suddenly said, his voice easily carrying in the still air. "I really fucking hate you."
Spencer swore as he tried once again to break the door down, his shoulder aching and surely bruised to the bone. Whatever was keeping the guys in the house was most definitely set on keeping him out.
He knew he couldn't fit through the small window to the basement like Kai could, and all of the others were sealed just as the door had been. Muffled shots suddenly reached his ears along with a terrible screeching that was sure to leave them ringing.
"God," he mumbled under his breath as he tried the door once again.
'Think like Bryan,' he thought to himself. 'What would Bryan do…?'
Blue eyes slowly strayed to the gun sitting cozy in his hand. He resisted the urge to smack himself with it.
"You know what? Screw you Kai," Tala sneered as he turned to glare at the younger teen. "Just shut up and do your job."
"I am doing my job, and apparently I'm the only one!" the other commented as he shot the woman once again. "I seriously—
Whatever he was going to say was cut off as he was sent flying through the air and crashing into the back wall, his gun flying from his grip as stars burst behind his eyes. As the stars began to fade like dying fireworks from his vision, his eyes rolling as he tried to quicken the process. The Russian coughed as he tried to replace the air that had been knocked from his lungs, the taste of dust and old concrete lining his tongue, and filling his throat.
"Kai," Bryan called as he struggled to get a salt line set up as the container filled with the white mineral seemed to buck in his grip as if trying to escape him.
"Are you alright?"
Kai tried to respond but a wheeze was all that escaped him as tried to cough up whatever had managed to slip down his throat and into his lungs.
Tala clucked his tongue as he watched the younger Hunter spit onto the floors, holding out a hand to help him up. "Nice."
"Oh shut up," the other muttered back as he brushed of his pants.
"Can you two stop talking and fucking help me?!" Bryan yelled, the salt container flying from his grasp as he tried to keep his footing.
Tala shot the ghostly woman once again, the bullet cutting through her rippling figure. Wind seemed to suddenly pick up from no where and swirl around them, tossing about all manner of debris and dust as it whipped at their clothes. Bryan hissed as the woman flickered out of sight, only to appear right in front of him. The Russian back pedaled as he raised him gun only to have it knocked away as a seemingly solid hand wrapped around his throat.
Tala lunged forward to go to his friend's aid as Kai went for the abandoned salt container. With a quick shot the woman once again scattered, the ashes repelling away from the circle of salt that Kai was drawing across the dirty concrete.
Tala pulled Bryan back into the protection of the completed circle, the black dust lumping together to take the woman's shape as he did. The lavender haired teen coughed as he rubbed at his throat, the ghost's screeches echoing in his ears.
"Well," Kai sighed as he plopped down on the floor. "Let's hope Spencer hurries up. I think I'm going deaf."
Spencer swore as he tripped over a doorjamb, catching himself on the wall before he took a tumble. He could hear the odd gun shot from the basement along with what he assumed to be the ghost woman's wails.
The blond crept over the creaky floors, trying not to draw attention to himself lest the ghost realize that there was someone else in the house. The back rooms seemed to be clear but that still left several more in the middle and front of the house for him to search. Really, the anchor could be anywhere. It could be in the air vents, down a drain. Frankly, he truly, truly hoped that it wasn't in some disgusting, dark, dank, smelly place. He wasn't too fond of the idea of sticking his hand into any sort of plumbing.
Spencer sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "What happened to just keeping watch?"
Kai huffed from his place on the floor. "Well, now what?"
Tala rolled his eyes before he went back to watching the ghost who'd taken to ripping off chunks of wood from the ceiling and throwing them at his head. Bryan had pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and was now immersed in a game of Solitaire, swearing every so often as the wind picked up and scattered his cards.
Truth be told, Hunting wasn't always all excitement. Every once and a while there came a time when all you could do was wait. Research wasn't exactly enjoyable either for that matter. They might not get paid like it was a real job, but Hunting was an occupation like anything else. It had its ups and its downs. The only real difference was that the downs generally consisted of someone getting thrown out a fifth story window or maimed.
Bryan finally tossed aside the card he was holding as one pile was once again skewed by the wind. The wails of the woman continued to ring through their ears as she tossed various things at them.
"She's not the smartest one is she." He mused as he tilted to the side to avoid an oncoming paint brush. "I thought she was supposed to be strong or something."
Kai shrugged as he began picking up the stray cards that had blown over to him, crimson eyes darting up every so often to watch the woman's movements. "Give it time, I think. Just because she's strong doesn't mean she's the sharpest tool. And personally, I'd rather she stayed that way."
It was almost as if Kai's words were a cue as a large box was sent spinning across the floor, scattering part of the salt line to nothing; breaking the circle.
Bryan let a choking sound escape his mouth as he blinked and suddenly found the ghost of Jocelyn Whitman right above him, her seemingly solid hand wrapped around his throat.
"Shit," Tala grumbled as he grabbed his gun and went over to help his friend.
Kai watched on as the two continued to struggle, stacking the stray cards carefully on his leg. They where sent flying as he tipped to the side, finding himself unable to hold his body up. It was as if the air was pressing down on his, constricting his chest and forcing him to the floor.
"What the hell," he forced out.
A quick glance to the side told him that Tala and Bryan were in a similar situation only they'd had the luck to get stuck in a tangle of limbs on the way down.
"She's screwing with us," Tala grunted as he tried to force Bryan off of his legs.
The pressure increased as Jocelyn laughed, her voice almost seeming to flicker in their ears. With a wave of her arms their guns were on the other end of the basement and their salt supply exploded in a cloud of white.
Kai winced at the strain being put on his ribs, vaguely wondering how much force it would take to crack them.
Spencer frowned as he shone his pen light down into the old drain. He hummed to himself as he wondered if he should just dismantle the plumbing…or maybe get a hook of some sort so he could snake it. The blond sighed as he clicked off the small light and leaned against the bathroom counter.
He'd checked all of the other rooms which meant that the anchor had to be in the bathroom. He glanced over once again at the sink, his blond eyes sinking down to follow the old piping before looking back to the pristine white of his shirt.
Kai swore he heard something crack as he tried to claw his way over to where his gun was lying. Bryan was beginning to turn a lovely shade of blue as he clawed at the woman's hands, trying in vain to relieve the pressure.
Tala was trying to scrape together some salt off of the dusty concrete, ignoring the awful sounds Bryan was letting out as he struggled for air.
"Don't be sad," the woman whispered into Bryan's ear as his head began to lull to the side. "They'll join you soon."
Kai hissed in pain, his nails torn and bloody as he attempted to drag himself forwards. Tala seemed to have finally grabbed enough salt and he managed to toss it at the ghost, hitting her dead in the face. The woman reeled back, her hands slipping from Bryan's neck as she did. The lavender haired teen gasped loudly, his chest rising and falling franticly as he struggled to regulate his breathing.
"Crap," the redhead groaned from his place on the floor, cradling the arm with which he'd thrown the salt, his muscles overtaxed and aching.
Jocelyn screeched as she shook off the salt, his nails reaching forward to rake across Tala's face.
Kai was barely making any progress, but at least it was something. The pressure seemed to wane for a moment as the ghost went about trying to claw Tala's eyes out and with a strengthening breath Kai lunged towards his gun.
A smile cracked across his face as he felt his fingers wrap around the metal, the coldness stinging his palm. It took him a moment to work up the strength to turn his body around but when he did the sight of Tala's bloody face met his eyes. His arms were screaming with pain, the pressure bearing down on them as he pulled the trigger.
Tala clutched his face in his bloody hands as the woman exploded into a cloud of dust and the pressure suddenly disappeared.
"Are you alright?" Bryan asked as he tried to pry his friend's hands away.
"Stop!"
"Let me see you moron!"
Kai stumbled around trying to sweep together as much salt as he could, eyes watching wearily as the woman began to reform yet again.
Spencer resisted the urge to groan as he pulled a large clump of hair from the trap in the plumbing. He gagged as he flicked it onto the floor, his fingers twitching as a few strands clung to them.
When he'd finally managed to rid himself of all the stray hairs he dug into his pocket to pull out his lighter. With a flick he leaned down and easily lit the hair. Spencer sighed as he leaned back and watched it burn before he glanced out the door. It was… surprisingly quiet.
"I wonder how they managed," he mumbled before wiping his hands on his pants and making his way towards the basement.
When the coalescing dust suddenly disappeared, they knew it was over.
"Oh Thank God," Kai sighed as he leaned against the wall, rubbing the salt from his hands.
"What'd you guys do to the door?" Spencer's voice called as he came down the stairs.
No one bothered to answer him as Bryan went about wiping some of the blood from Tala's face with the hem of his shirt.
"Jesus," the blond said as he hurried over to the pair. "What the hell happened?"
"That bitch happened," Tala answered, his voice slightly muffled. "Tried to claw my freaking eyes out!"
"Well she didn't do a very good job," Bryan grunted as he examined the long jagged cuts running down the redhead's cheeks. "They're bleeding a lot but I doubt they'll even scar."
"They'd better not!"
"Can we just get out of here?" Kai asked as he picked up their guns, wanting to get away as fast as possible.
Spencer easily hauled Tala to his feet with promises of Neosporin and bandages waiting for him in the car and began helping him up the stairs.
"Took him long enough," Bryan rasped conspiratorially as he followed after them. Kai nodded in agreement, too tired to speak and his legs protesting as he followed.
When they all finally made it out to the car Spencer offered to drive which they all readily agreed to. Kai took up the passenger seat as Bryan sat in the back with Tala both tending to various cuts and bruises.
"Don't forget to call Robert later, Kai," Spencer reminded as he pulled away from the curb. "He'll want to know how it went."
The slate haired Russian nodded, making a mental note to call once they'd found themselves a hotel for the night.
"Tell him next time he can find someone else to do his crap jobs!" Tala yelled from the back. "Every time he asks us to take over one, it goes bad. Like that time Bryan broke his arm, or when Kai fell out of that third story window and into that rose bush! The guy's a jinx."
Kai's nose scrunched at the memory of thorns in places where they really shouldn't be. "He's got a point…"
"Of course I do," the redhead scoffed, holding a pad of gauze to his face. "Besides, every Hunter knows his entire family is bad luck. We were just unfortunate enough to team up with a guy whosefamily has had ties with his for generations."
All eyes looked to stare at Kai who easily glared back.
"I can't help it if our fathers were friends you dick. Our families have been working together since before the time of the Slayers. They'd kill me if I broke off ties now."
Tala shrugged, a smirk playing across his face. "Whatever you say."
"I'm serious; they might disown me if I screwed it up."
Tala nodded knowingly, "Uh huh. I doubt that sweet mother of yours would allow that."
"It's not my mother I'm worried about," Kai mumbled back as he slunk down in his seat. "My grandfather would have my head on a sliver platter and serve it at one of his parties. Hell, he'd probably feed it to the Jurgens as way of apology."
"Huh. I'd like to see that."
Kai turned in his seat to glare at the older teen, before settling back down. "You're a dick."
"So you've said."
Yet another fight broke out in the car, and it wouldn't be the last one in the time that it would take for them to reach their hotel.
TBC?
Well…that's chapter one. I always find the first chapter the most difficult to write but I usually get into the swing of things by Chapter 2. That is, if you want there to be a chapter to. So, to continue, or not to continue, that is the question. Thanks for reading, and please don't forget to review,
ForeverFalling.
