CHAPTER 1:

She was dreaming. That much she was sure of because she never laughed like this in the real word. But she loved it. To laugh that is. The deep roll of it bubbling up out of her mouth before she could stop it, the burning pain in her stomach when she laughed too long or too hard.

She was sitting upon the picture perfect picnic blanket talking to someone. But the sun was to blinding to get a good look at him or her for that matter. But the voice that rolled through Keela's mind made her preen and just feel happy. She felt like she was home. She was full of love and happiness, and she was content just to lye upon the blanket and twirls her toes into the green grass. But then her companion said something. She wasn't sure what but a sense of foreboding overtook her.

"No, please let me stay I don't want to go back. It hurts too much." But she became distracted with her own voice. It was deeper, almost masculine. She looked at herself and sure enough she was wearing strange clothing, a deep burgundy plaid shirt with a whole the size of her own palm in it, right at the center of her chest. Her tan coat and jeans were dark and dusty and her feet which she could have sworn were bare were clade in dirty tennis shoes. But the weirdest thing was that her breasts were gone and she was pretty sure she had junk in-between her legs. She flushed at her state of being and panicked that she had disappointed her companion. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" She have no idea why but she needing acknowledgement from him, to tell her it would be all right, that She was safe.

"My child, you must go back. There is far too much to be done for you to sit here only half made and unmade." The voices slide down her back and she shivered. The voice was both male and female. Both light and darkness. Both peaceful and terrifying. "A gift to you I bestow. And a warning, follow your heart as you always have and you shall find salvation." And then the light got brighter and brighter, she felt the pool of fear in her expand. She…He…it was moving closer to her until she felt the slightest touch upon her brow and then the light made her scream.

I woke up with a little scream. My dream fading before I could even remember it. The alarm was making its horrendous noise and I felt myself glare at it and then glare at the light coming through the window and then glare at the stupid blinds that failed to keep out the sunlight. Needless to say I was not a morning person. I slapped my hand on the alarm to turn it off and groaned as I saw the time. I had over slept be a half hour. I ran my finger through my raven colored hair and then sloppily ruffled it and scratched my scalp. For some reason I felt tingly. Not the 'ohhh sexy' tingly but 'owie just got shocked' tingly.

I flopped back down on the bed and stared at an unfamiliar ceiling. I sat up in a panic. But no….I knew this was my apartment but it was different somehow. It still had its shitty little windows and its shitty little warped floor but it was wrong. I frowned but pushed it out of my mind.

I rolled out of bed and felt my shoulders kink. I wiggled and flexed them back and forth to loosen them up, it kind of felt like I had been carrying something really heavy. I walked over to the floor to ceiling length mirror and stripped of the big white t-shirt I was wearing off. I turned to take a look at my back.

"Holy shit!" My breath rushed out as I stared at my shoulder blades. I had two huge bruises, darkest at my shoulder blades and expanding from there until almost the whole of my back was a bruise. It even began to curl around my collar bones. But the strange thing was is that it didn't hurt. It ached but deeply…maybe not in my body but my soul. I laughed at myself, what a touched idea.

I rolled my shoulders once more before looking at myself objectively. I frowned, the trim waist, slim arms, and thin legs. I was all lean muscle with not an ounce of fat on me. Well, I turned and looked at my ass, maybe a few ounces here and there. I had always been thin, and also very short. At five foot nothing, it kind of sucked being so small. People tend to think you're weak. I frowned again my hair was cut short into a spikey pixie cut. My eyes were hazel, well not completely around my pupil they were a chestnut golden brown color and around the edges became more fern green. And that all bloody depended on the light source and color I was wearing. Almond shaped eyes were under arched eyebrows that I were proud of because I could convey exactly what I wanted trough them. My nose was straight and turned up slightly at the end similar to a child's I suppose. My mouth was a bit on the wide side, more ready to smile than to frown. My bottom lip was often chewed when nerves though. All this was set into a heart shaped face with high cheekbones. Because of the cheekbones it gave the slight impression of a smile at all times. All in all it was the open trusting face of a child.

In the mirror though I saw the ever flashing clock and groaned, I still had a double shift at the diner and I was late. I rushed about my apartment grabbing the iced coffee I made last night from the fridge, on the way out.

I was running down the street on block away from work when I felt like someone was chasing me. I frowned trying to ignore the sensation but it grew. It was probably just my over active imagination. I stopped and pretended to try to fix my hair in a darkened window and noticed a man behind me. He was way too close for comfort and well he did the oddest thing. He leaned forward and smelled me. I met his eyes in the window feeling my own widen in a small amount of fear and anger. He was a normal looking bloke with a rumpled business suit on. His eyes turned black and I swear to God almighty that when I spun around with a scream on my lips he was gone. What the hell. Anger was gonem all that was left was fear. The air smelled almost acidic and I could taste the blood from my gnawed lip on my tongue.

Shh

I jumped as someone whispered in my ear and quickly looked around. In fact the amount of attention I was gathering was exactly zero. No one was near me, to whisper or otherwise. I rubbed my ear and I could swear I heard someone talking but it was far away and rumbly, like when I was a little girl and my father was in another room talking. I couldn't make out what was being said but it …comforted me to know it even existed. How strange.

I pushed the encounter from my mind and continued down the street. But I still felt like eyes were upon me. The skin between my shoulder blades was twitching with the feeling.

I groaned as I turned my neck this way and that gaining the satisfying sound of my neck as it popped and crinkled with stress. All day the feeling had been with me and for the life of me I could not figure out what it was.

"Rough night Keela?" John asked while handing me a plate full of apple pie for a customer in my sitting area. John was my boss and the cook at this little whole in the wall. But he was by far the nicest boss I've ever had. He was a short little portly fellow with a kind round face.

"No not really, at least nothing I can't handle." With a wink and a saucy smile over my shoulder I glided out from behind the counter. Johns warm chuckle following me out. When I wasn't making sexual jokes then it was time to worry.

Megan and Anna-Bell were both supposed to be on shift with me but Anna-Bell's baby caught a cold so while she is taking care of the baby I couldn't help myself but volunteer to cover her tables. I really needed the money else I probably wouldn't make rent this month. After watching me run around like a chicken with it head cut off Megan offered to split her section with me. But the night was coming to an end and to be able to catch the bus home she would have leave ten minutes early. Meaning I was the only one out on the floor with five tables already being served when the door jingled again, I turned and saw a business man with a kind face. He was thin, almost a skinny little bit of nothing. He could probably hide behind a telephone poll. Also he seemed older maybe in his forties or so but when I met his eyes there was a strange glint. Something in my mind screamed. It felt like something was scratching at my memory banks. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes and watched him sit at the bar.

"What can I get ya?" I asked only a little comforted that the counter was in-between us.

"Coffee would be grand." The smile he shot me was creepy. "I plan on having something a little sweet later. I think it'll even out nicely." His smile was wide showing his canine teeth. I nodded without smiling and walked away.

"John I'm turning the sign." I said after dropping off the cup and hurrying away.

"Gotcha'." He said as he flipped burgers on the gristle.

Slowly people filtered out as the meal came to a close and I cleaned down their tables and checked them out. I smiled and wished everyone a happy holiday season. Until only the business man remained. He sat there sipping his coffee. I was sure it was chilled by now but he didn't seem to notice or care. Every time my back was to him I felt like he was watching me. Maybe I'll get a cab home.

"Keela." I turned to John and he waved me over. I leaned over the counter until I was close enough to hear his whisper. "Do you think he's gonna' order anythin'?"

I turned to look at Business Man. "Oi. Are you going to order anything?"

"No I think I shall stick to coffee." He smiled and held up the cup.

"What about you're something sweet you wanted?" I asked.

"Oh it's coming in due time." Again the smile. As if he just made a joke. I felt a shiver down my spine. I topped off his coffee as John cleaned up the grill. Why couldn't he just leave so I could finish up cleaning?

"Why don't you just go on back and get the salt and pepper for the shakers. Ketchup too please." John said as I stood glaring at the customer, subliminally sending messages for him to leave.

"Yeah." I pushed myself off the counter and made my way to the back storage room. I tried to turn on the lights but they just flickered until finally going out. I frowned in aggravation and yelled out to John. "Oi what happened to the lights back here?"

I thought I heard the beginning to a response but it was cut off with a choking cough. Silence stretched for a moment. "John?" I called out snagging the flash light off the kitchen counter to my left. I took a hesitant step forward and peered around the huge fridge in the way and saw a dark puddle on the floor. I frowned and flicked the flashlight up to see where it came from.

run

My eyes fell on the creepy thin man loaming over John. His thin delicate looking hands were around John's throat, it wasn't like he could scream anyway, my mind screamed as I saw the rest of John. His belly and stomach area were crimson and chunky. John's watered down blue eyes were glassy in his time of death. His thin hands with their blunt tipped nails dug into John's fleshy neck and almost gracefully ripped his throat out. My eyes lingered on the fleshy strands attached to John neck and the thin man brought the hunk of meat to his lips and ate. I must have gasped; actually I'm surprise I didn't scream. The thin man stood over the corps of my friend and as if pulled up like a puppet jerked toward my direction. Thin man smiled like he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Run

I felt bile rise in my throat and he dropped his meal and took a step toward me. I backpedaled into the storage room looking around for a weapon. My breath was rapidly becoming uneven. I spotted the phone as the footsteps came closer. He was walking slowly like he was savoring the moment. I knocked the phone from the wall and dialed 911. It swings gently from the rest of its wall mount as I stumbled away. I continue deeper into the storage room dread filling me. I hear the ringing over the line stop, that was the only indication someone had picked up.

"Get away from me you murder!" I shouted more at the phone than the monster coming toward me. He turned the corner and tilted his head as he watched me. The room was tiny and cramped with shitty shelves with all our stock upon the shelves. I jumped back the last bit of space I had, sure I was going to die. I slammed hard into the rickety old shelf behind me; I hit it so hard the entire self of products above me slammed into the ground. Salt exploded all around me and on me. The man hissed and took a step back. The line of salt between me and him was about two feet thick and he gnawed at his lip as he stared at it. I felt a frown in response but that weird voice was in my head. I shook my head; I should be dyeing right about now, not listening to the people in my head. My limbs were shivering from the overwhelming fear. But that voice. It kept repeating something.

I felt myself shift into a kneeling position and for the strangest reason I knew what had to be done. The fear almost choked me but I had to do it. I shook myself glaring at the man before me.

My voice was strong and steady. It felt right. "Oh Cristo, please protect and watch over me. Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,…" I watch the thin man as he yelled. A blood curdling scream of frustration. His grimace at hearing Christ's name in its original Latin. His eyes are pitch black now as he curses at me.

"Do not this that I will leave you alone child. I will find you later and clam you for my Lord then." Black spittle ran down his chin as he tried to charge at me. He stared intently at the salt and a strange wind began to pick up.

My voice quaked at the unfamiliar works but I continued. "..omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…" The salt line was thinning. The wind swept away the salt and panic curled into my throat. Then I heard a siren pick up in the distance. It broke his consecration and he twitched this way and that as I continued. "…Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare…" I felt tears in my eyes my throat was raw from trying not to scream in fear..

"You cannot run from Demons the rest of your life little girl. We will find you our little Fallen Angel." He was in the door jamb one second and then he was gone. I was shivering as I heard someone pounding on the door. But I was too scared and confused to yell out. I collapsed into the fetal position.

Well done

Relief flooded me. I was safe for now. Tears ran down my face as I rocked back and forth. It all happened so fast. How? Why? So Fast!

What in the name of all that is holy just fucking happened? I sobbed and listened to the cops storm the diner.

The next 24 hours were seer hell. So many questions and unknown answers. They had me sit with a sketch artist and when he finished with the basic drawing it didn't look anything like the asshole! I snatched the pencil away and began sketching over his drawing. By the time I finished it looked like a gaunt homeless man with huge black eyes. The sketch artist made a drawing that was somewhere in-between our drawings and I let it slide because I was just so tired.

They cleared my apartment for me and let me go, telling me to stay in town and call if anything came up. I told them jokingly that I was probably going to be sleeping for a few days and to not wait up for my sultry voice on the other line. I winked and smiled at them, "Have a nice night officers."

They nodded and turned leaving me alone. My smile vanished and I slammed the door shut and locked everything I could, then all the windows, and then I grabbed the salt from my kitchen and my laptop. My apartment was incredibly small and for once I was glad of it. I dragged my bed into the middle of the room so I could see all windows and doors. The next few hours were research into demonology and whatnot. After hours of searching I found a few gems of info that in my bones seemed right. By the time I looked at my clock it was 6AM. Perfect.

I dressed quickly facing my mirror; I still looked terrified to me. Slowly I pasted a pleasant smile. Yes this was my armor. Time to get armed. This time a real evil little smile crossed my face.

The rest of the day I spent running to a ton of different stores while shopping online on my iPhone as well. I got home and with a new hand gun (it was amazing what you could find it you tried hard enough) cleared my house, I had watched the cops a little too closely perhaps. Then I did the next step in fortifying my home. I laid glue in front of the bedroom window and sprinkled a thick layer of salt over it. No fucking wind was going to blow that away. I continued around my apartment careful not to leave one crack in the whole perimeter of the apartment. I found a lost earing in the process and giggled to myself like a mad women. Well hun, look at yourself, you are crazy. You're on all fours crawling around you apartment demon-fing your fucking room.

I did another circle of salt around my bed and then I Hellhound proofed my apartment. In all the Lore I read about Demons, Hellhounds weren't far behind. And honestly they just terrified me to no end.

I live in Independence, Missouri and it had taken me a few hours of research but I was able to find a shop that carried Goofer Dust. I just hoped this stuff was worth it, it had cost me a pretty penny. I never thought I would be using voodoo in my life time but whatever helps. And again that feeling in my bones told me it was right. I wonder what that is?

Similar with the salt I glued a layer of it down on the inside of the salt circle around my bed. Then I outlined the windows and doors. I didn't have enough to go all around the perimeter of the apartment but it would have to do.

I then went over to my bed and untangled a few dried out Viburnum vines or better known as devil's shoestring. Another way to keep out unwanted beasties. The women at the shop and nearly chewed my face off when I commented on using voodoo, apparently devils shoestring is only used in hoodoo. Hoodoo is only used for protection while Voodoo is going on the offensive I suppose. Or at least that's what I think. I can read more about it later if I was alive I suppose.

I looked at my computer and some people have suggested spray painting strange symbols on the walls if you could, apparently it would keep out evil spirits and demons and basically creepy crawlies. I was choking on paint fumes by the time I was done. I cracked a window. It would be at least one hour before the sun set. For some reason I was sure they would come at night. I was as ready as I could be. But I wish I was able to find one of those anti position necklaces. It would come in the mail soon though. I had a spare vine left and I wove it into my bed frame. Now all I have to do is wait…

I took a two minuet shower with the gun on the back of the toilet, which was next to the shower. I toweled off and threw on a pair of durable jeans and a black t-shirt. I shook my hair free of water droplets and stood in the middle of my apartment mentally going over everything. I checked the salt line again. And then again just to be sure. God I am so afraid. My eyes began to brim with tears. I dragged the bottles of water over to the side of my bed. It was holy water of course. I kept it close to my side.

I took out my sketch book and began manically drawing my previous attacker…in his real form. The creature that was drawn on the page was a humanoid figure but it was skeletal. With a coiled whip around its naked hips, black smog was all around him. This was what he looked like when he was in hell. When on earth he was just black smog, but to remain on earth and to walk it they must take human form…How did I know that?

My breathing became rapid. I felt my eyes flicker around the room in panic, making monsters out of shadows like a little child in the night. But no I knew. Monsters were real. I sobbed and tried to breathe through my nose fighting off the panic attack. I was failing. How DO I know this!? My breath became thinner. I pounded at my chest trying to force my lungs to work. Something is wrong with me! My vision blackened and I passed out.

I gasped awake. I shot up and my windows rattled angrily. I glanced at the clock; I had been out for two hours. I frowned and walked over to the window, carful to stay behind the salt and Goofer dust. I stared and then forms began to emerge from the awful ink black smog just out my window. I almost reached at the faces peering at me. I realized it was their real faces, hideously twisted in forever agony and anger. Blood, bone, and muscle were all that remain of the beings, some were just plain bone white skeletons but one thing was for sure. They wanted into my apartment.

I ran to my bed and vaulted onto it. Staring at the windows, thank god I only had three. I hugged my knees and gripped my gun. It was a cold comfort. I rocked back and forth on my bed keening slightly in fear.

My sketchbook slid down into the crease made by my own weight from my bed. I glanced at it and froze. On my drawing of the demon had a phone number written in my own hand writing with the word help and an arrow pointing to it. I paused staring at it. I rocked promising myself that if I survived this I would call the number in the morning.

I felt like I had just been in an epic battle. The second sunlight began to creep over the horizon the demons left me. I cried again in relief. I was never one for crying but it felt okay under the circumstances. I peered out the window feeling the sunlight on my face. God did it feel good. I frowned, it reminded me of something. Like from a memory were you can only feel the emotions but not what brought them on.

The number. I glanced at my phone half expecting they had cut the line but there was a dial tone when I placed it up to my ear. I picked up the sketch book and dialed the number. It took nearly ten rings before someone picked up.

"Shut up ya' idjits I'm on the damn phone." At the hostile gruff voice I almost hug up. But I didn't.

"What ya' want?" Came the voice again.

"Um yes I'm sorry to be calling so early but I have a serious problem." I paused why he was up so early was a mystery but apparently he wasn't alone.

"Well, who is this? If its car trouble I can have it fixed lickity split for ya." I heard someone laugh in the background and a faint voice ask him if he really just said that. The answered growl made me flinch.

"Um…No sir its different trouble. But…." I paused how do I do this.

"Spit it our girl or I'm hanging up."

"No! Please don't hang up and I know this is crazy but please just listen. I was just attacked by demons two days in a row. Both times I came close to dyeing. Please! I don't know what to do you have to help me." I ended in a cut off sob.

"Who is this are you a hunter?" There was urgency in his voice as he asked.

"My name is Keela Amhlóir. I'm not sure what a hunter is but please just tell me what to do. I found your number and it said you could help me and I need help. I haven't slept in nearly three days and I don't know if I can survive another night alone." My voice ended in a whisper.

"Keela what do you do for a living?"

I half sobbed, "I used to work at a dinner until my boss was eaten alive in front of me nearly a day ago…oh God was it only a day ago? It feels so much longer."

"Okay darlin' my' names Bobby Singer and here's what you're gonna' do." I sat up starter waiting for his instructions. "Give me your address." I gave it to him. "Okay I'm sending two Hunters your way. We are about five hours and then some away from each other. You need to keep yourself locked down tight until they get there. I mean barricade that door if you have to. Ya' hear me darlin'."

"You do realize I'm not a complete idiot correct? My door is barricaded and has four padlocks on it and well as salted and Goofer dust everywhere and devil's shoelace because I super fucking paranoid. So try not to talk to me like I'm five. The internet has been most helpful." But for all my bravo I sure he could hear the slight tremble.

I hear some grumbling on his end, it hears something like, "Well aint' you just miss smarty pants." But then I have him humph into the phone, "That's good darlin' now just sit tight until the boys get there. Their names are Sam and Dean Winchester." He makes it sound like he's going to hang up.

"Wait! Please I'm sorry I'm just freaking out, don't mind me. How do I know it's the Hunters you sent?"

"Oh. You'll know. Ones tall as a moose and the others prettier' than a girl." I heard him grunt I think someone may have thrown something at him. "Good luck ta' ya' Keela."

"I'll need it." I said softly into the phone fairly certain he's hung up. Then I sat on my bed. Waiting.

Author's Note: Hello, so this is my first story ever. I'm nervous about it and am not too sure where it may lead but I hope you enjoyed it. This is the first chapter probably of many. Please comment and or critique, I love constructive criticism. Please make note of the pacing of the story and description, tell me if I should have more or less. (I really have no idea.) Also comment on the format if you could. Also I'm dyslexic and have worked really hard to get where I am today and if the grammar is off please tell me or I'll never learn! =) Thank you. (Sorry for all the 'also' haha)