Hey all! This is a newer story I started writing with another author. Alice is her character, and she has written at least half of this, so credit where credit is due, this story is only half mine. If you want to review/compliment the other author as well, she is fiddlestixox here. Enjoy, and as always, constructive criticism and reviews are most welcome!
Alice sat at a desk in the small library of Walker Minnesota. Her eyes flickered between several books as her hand worked fervently to keep up with the notes she picked out of the text. She'd been working on this particular hunt for two days now, and was just finishing up on her research. The Chase on the Lake, a hotel on a lake near the town, had been getting quite a bit of attention lately due to some rather violent hauntings. So, she decided to come check it out. As she worked, she heard the sound of footsteps walking up behind her. She paid no mind, hoping they'd just ignore her just as she ignored them.
Now, Alice Thompson was no naïve young hunter out to make a name for herself. She had been born into the hunting life, as her parents liked to experiment with exorcisms. However, one day, when Alice was 17, they went after a demon they shouldn't have, and that one particular exorcism went very wrong. The sole survivor, Alice swore vengeance upon the demon who had murdered her parents, and caused the accident. Something in the powers of the exorcism had remained, even though the demon had escaped, and the accident caused one of her eyes to turn fully black (very much like a demon's). She's 23 now, with long brown hair, and stands at 5'7. A simple, innocent looking young lady who was much, much more than she seemed.
The footsteps did not move along, however, but began to approach from behind her, and Alice felt a prickle of fear run down her spine. Before the stranger reached her, Alice turned towards them, standing to face them. Her hand twitched towards the blade concealed on her hip as she turned and faced the stranger head on, locking eyes with them. Her hand rested at her hip, where she kept a small knife, just in case. She gave the stranger a quick look over.
"Evenin' love" his voice had a rolling lilt to it, and he held up his hands innocently at her defensive motions. "Easy, lass. I mean no harm."
"Then how about you take a quick moment to explain exactly what you do mean and maybe I'll be able to relax a little." She said. Her voice was very calm, but her eyes carried enough of a warning for him to get the message. "Not to be rude, but I don't appreciate random strangers creeping up behind me."
His dark blue eyes narrowed, but he took a step back. He kept his hands where she could see them, and he retreated a bit more. "Look, your name is Alice, yeah? Alice Thompson?"
"Yeah, that's me." She said, her caution giving way to curiosity. She kept her hand by her hip, but relaxed slightly, leaning against the table behind her.
"Maybe you should just keep your hands away from that knife, lass. It won't do you much good anyway." He grinned sheepishly, pushing his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans as he glanced down, before looking back up, blinking. In an instant, his eyes flicked from their deep blue to a midnight black throughout.
Alice stiffened instantly. "What do you want?" She said firmly, readying her defense. True, the knife would do nothing. But she had a small bottle of holy water in her purse that would at least distract him long enough to get to her truck.
"I meant it when I said I didn't mean you any harm. I may be a demon, but I'm still human, yeah?" he chuckled, but when she tensed, he backed up another step. "Listen, fair's fair, and your mum and da saved me life once. Now, I'm just returnin' the favor. These 'hauntings' you're looking into. They're a trap. A ruse set up by the Big Bad what snuffed your parents. He wants to finish the job. Me? I just want to get back to my own. I won't harm you, but if you plan on trying to send me back below, I won't hesitate to incapacitate you, lass." With a nod, he blinked again, his eyes turning back to their original blue, and he shot her another cheeky grin before turning for the door.
Alice watched for a second. "Hey." She called to him. "Thanks. It's not very often someone actually offers to help. That said, if this is set up by the demon that killed my parents, I'm still going. It'd be nice to kick his ass if I got the chance. If you wouldn't mind doing me one more favor... Do you know who I'm up against? Might need to call in some back up."
Up until this point, the demon hadn't shown any emotions beyond nonchalance or mild amusement. However, when the hunter mentioned calling in back up, he froze in his tracks. Without turning back, he said curtly, "Listen lass. I did my duty, paid my debts just by coming here and warning ya. I don't want any trouble, yeah? You call in backup, and we're done." He took another step, stopped again, and then growled softly under his breath. "Take it to the Pit." Spinning around, he stalked back toward her, unheeding of her defensive position or her hand back on her knife again.
"The demon that thirsts for your blood. I know him. Don't know his name, but he's bad. Bad news, and rotten to the core, and I'm a demon saying this. He has done things that frighten even me." The demon tilted his head. "Yellow Eyes, I think was the nickname in certain circles."
"Yellow Eyes." She whispered. She had very few memories of that night. Not much more than the sound of her parents final screams. But, another very clear detail that always haunted her nightmares was a pair of yellow eyes. "If I do call someone, they won't be here for you. For all they'd know, I figured it out myself. You never came here. I owe you now. The only demon I'm after now is the bastard that killed my parents. And when I'm able to finish him off, I'll have you to thank. Far as I'm concerned, this Yellow Eyes is the only demon in the area."
He shook his head. "You want to thank me? Forget you ever saw me. I know who hunts Yellow Eyes, and there's not a demon, monster, or ghost who has come across those two and lived to tell the tale unscathed. The Winchesters take no prisoners, and make no exceptions. I want nothing to do with them, or Yellow Eyes. Yeah?" With that, he turned again, and nearly ran from the place.
Alice watched the demon disappear. The Winchesters... She sighed. Sounds like she'd be doing a different type of research tonight. She went back to the table, gathering her things. She abandoned the books on the table, no longer needing them, and brought her things back to her truck, climbing in and heading back to the hotel. Time to make some phone calls. Once she got back to the hotel, she pulled out her parents' old notebook. On the back pages was a collection of phone numbers. Emergency contacts, and other hunters. She called the first one on the list and waited.
"Singer Salvage Yard."
"Hi. This is Alice Thompson. Um, this might sound a bit strange, but I found your number in my parents note book and I was wondering if you could help me out with something." She said. "My parents were Kimberly and James Thompson." A heavy sigh, sounding almost defeated, came from the gruff voice on the other side of the phone. "They were good hunters, the both of 'em. What do you need?"
"I was wondering if you could help me find someone. I'm looking for the Winchesters." She explained, quickly avoiding the topic of her parents. "I have a hunch on what killed my parents, and I think they can help."
"If you're looking to mess with Yellow Eyes, you're looking for trouble you won't be able to handle. Leave it to Sam and Dean, Alice. I don't want to see you going the same way as your parents." *Click"
Alice stared down at her phone. With a sigh, she called the number again. He hadn't given her a chance to finish.
"What?" Singer demanded.
"Look, you're the one that hung up before I got the chance to finish. I think I'm already mixed up in it. That's why I'm calling. I'm in Walker Minnesota, following what I thought was a hunt. I have a hunch that it's a trap. I think the Yellow Eyed Demon is in town, and I think it's after me."
There was muffled static from the other end of the line, an angry voice shouting in the background. A pause, then faintly, the roaring of an engine fading into silence. Then, another sigh from Singer. "Looks like trouble's headed your way Thompson. But at least you'll have the best backup you could ever ask for." He lowered the phone from his ear, and right before he hung up Alice could hear a quiet "I'm surrounded by idjits."