I woke up unaware to where I was, sitting up and looking around I noticed something right off the bat; I was in a fancy neighborhood, similar to which rich people live in-the big houses with the pretty green lawns, the stereotypical preppy looking class who did their best to keep riff-raft out, the whole deal there.
'Did it work?' I thought feeling a tad excited.
Looking around for any sort of clue as to exactly what was going on and as to who I would meet as a future figure I couldn't take it anymore I proceeded to get up and stood around taking it in.
"Hmm...I wonder if it's any different then I was here last time" I thought to myself aloud, "If so I wonder if-"
My thinking aloud was quickly interrupted by somebody suddenly tackling me to the ground. "What the Hell?!" I yelled as I was quickly landing face first in grass. 'Don't tell me I was followed...Shit or worst, being mugged somehow!' Panicking thoughts started racing through my head and I could feel my body start to break out in a nervous sweat. 'Shit shit shit' I thought trying to figure out what to do. The person on top of me was heavy and strong and I started to wonder what the chances were of a fair fight if it happened to be a thug when suddenly I heard a voice so familiar I nearly felt my heart stop I was so surprised. "What the Hell are you doing here?! Are you TRYING to get us all killed?!" Adding a bit of pressure to my back when the second sentence was said didn't help my unsteady breathing at the moment.
"I-I wa-" I wheezed and stammered for a response. "Well?!" The voice snapped clearly getting pissed I wasn't answering. Duh. I wasn't able to do so at the moment!
"I-I just wanted some sort of-Some time away from the past!" I forced out gasping for air.
"What? That doesn't make sense!" The voice said confused. I banged my fists on the ground getting frustrated and starting to black out from lack of oxygen. "Can't..breath!" I squeaked. Frustrated the owner of the voice got off me leaving me to lay on the ground gasping for breath. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." The voice owner said with a bit of mockery in her tone. Still taking in deep breaths, I held my hand out to only be picked up off the ground and staring into the eyes of none other than myself in 10 years from now.
"YOU didn't have somebody laying all over you in the wrong places crushing you!" I snapped back. "Future me" started to smile but quickly stopped herself. "What are you doing here?" "My" voice lowered and "I" looked at me with a suspicious look. (Man this is weird to write)
I (my present self) looked back at my future self-trying to determine what exactly to get out of this considering this wasn't what I was expecting as soon as I had arrived.
"Um..I sorta just wanted to pay a visit I guess." I said sheepishly. Ok. So maybe it was kind of a lie but at this point it was better than telling the truth.
"Future me" continued to look at present me suspiciously, trying to search if I was lying to her. I kept a calm poker face trying not to give anything away.
"You're sure that is the reason?" "Future me" asked her tone practically oozing suspicion.
"I'm sure." I replied and prayed she'd take it and move on to something, anything else.
For a moment of silence "future me" continued to look at me for a moment longer, probably still searching for last minute confessions. I stood completely still hoping for no slip ups. After another moment, "Future me" seemed to relax and let it go. "Ok," she said "I trust you...or me...whatever. But if anybody asks, you better go with the excuse that we're close cousins and better hope it's believed."
I swallowed a bit and nodded at the warning starting to feel nervous. 'What was going on here? She didn't give me this warning the last time I was here, what was up with the sudden warning now?'
"Come on, I'm-well now we, are expected to be somewhere and NOW." "Future me" said starting to walk quickly ahead.
I quickly followed trying hard to keep up and slightly cursing myself that I was such a fast walker.
"Wait where are you-We going?" I asked as I walked in long strides and tried to get a good look at my future self. "Tara's. Got something for her." "I" replied without stopping or turning. "Something that could be extremely important..." "I" mumbled at the second half of the sentence.
'Wait huh? What am I missing here?' I wondered to myself.
From the back I looked good, I noticed that I had gotten a little paler and more slim with a nice figure, longish dark brown hair down past the shoulders and curly, but in a nice wavy like way, not the usual frizzball I usually had, decked out in a stripped dark grey and black tank top, dark blue skinny jeans, black vans, and an army green messenger bag around my waist. If I was 10 years older, and I wasn't "me" walking in back of my future self I'd date me. (As confusing as that might sound)
I shook my head and focused on the important thing at the moment and hurried along until I was in step with myself. "Wait what did you mean by that last sentence? How it might be something important? What's going on with Tara? And why where you all crazed out when you first met up with me? I mean tackling somebody isn't the most friendliest hello ya know." I said a little irritated at the memory. "Future me" sighed and kept walking, for a minute I didn't think she was going to answer but she said; "You-me-whatever, ask a lot of questions."
This took me back a little. Ok that wasn't a weird answer at all.
"Yeah I do and I also expect a lot of answers." I fired back.
"Future me" slowed pace a little bit and smiled a little. "I guess some things like sarcasm never fade now do they?" "I" asked.
I smiled triumphed and agreed. "Will you please tell me what the Hell I'm missing." I asked again impatiently.
"Future me" sighed and started walking again.
I followed getting more annoyed by the minute "Hello? Will you please tell me?" I asked walking after her-me.
"I'll tell you when we get to Tara's house, it's not exactly safe to mention it out and about here." "I" said walking into a driveway.
"Not safe? How not? Why?" I asked following along.
"You'll see." "I" responded ringing a bell.
"I'll see what?" I snapped irritated at the lack of unanswered questions.
"Future me" didn't respond but instead just waited bouncing up and down a little bit nervously arms crossed. I knew that sign, it always happened when I was nervous or anxious about something, I always crossed my arms and fidgeted with something, my hands, hair, etc. Something was seriously up.
"Seriously wha-" I started to say but was cut off by the opening of the front door, looking over to the cause of the door suddenly opening and saw the shock of the moment.
Standing in the doorway was an older looking version of Tara; her hair darker and tied up in a bun, her bangs swept to the side, her face fuller, her eyes a bit brighter, seemingly taller, and the most surprisingly of it all, she had a diamond ring on her ring finger.
'Am I seriously missing out on something here? Is Tara..engaged?' I wondered to myself.
"Hey I got the stuff you needed." "I" said hugging future Tara.
"Thanks, I really appreciate what you're doing." Tara said hugging "me" back and quickly glancing at me.
I looked away and tried not to make any eye contact remembering what "future me" had said earlier.
"Who's this?" Tara asked suspiciously-probably noting how much I and myself 10 years older looked alike.
I glanced over at her and saw her staring back at me with the same look of suspicion as her tone was just a moment ago.
'Oh crap..' I thought starting to panic.
"Future me" must have noticed this because a moment later she came to my rescue by saying "She's a relative. I met up with her on the way here and wanted to bring her along. I hope that's alright with you?"
I looked over at Tara who was still looking at me oddly and I nodded my head at her in a way to tell her that it was true, hoping she would leave it at that.
"Your sure?" Tara asked still looking at me with suspicion in her eyes.
"I'm sure." "Future me" said assuringly .
Tara looked at me a moment more before looking away and saying "Ok. Come in."

Stepping inside Tara's house was something I don't think I would have expected in a million years if I hadn't just seen actual proof right here, right now. For one thing, it looked like a total normal house. So clean, and well organized but with a hint of Tara style to it, and if it weren't for a few things that stood out, I don't think I would have expected it to actually be her house, it was just so...Apple pie looking. Another thing is that there were pictures of her and a man which I assumed might have been her fiancé, but something about him looked so...Familiar. Not the fact that he was a total Daryl Dixon look alike hottie but something about him made me feel like I knew him from somewhere...
My thoughts were interrupted when Tara spoke to me; "Make yourself comfortable, any friends or relatives of Amber is one to me."
I looked over from where I was standing, feeling myself blush a little at embarrassment from just ogling at her personal belongings but nodded anyway.
Tara nodded back at me before going to "future me" and whispered something to her-me.
Noticing this I started to feel my paranoia kick up a bit. 'What is going on here? Is somebody after us? Is something wrong with Tara?' I started thinking frantically.
From where they were standing, I saw "future me" hand Tara something covered in a white plastic bag and I instantly I felt confused but at the same time, my heart started racing and I started to get an idea at what might be going on here.
'Oh my God...' I thought feeling my heart racing and my palms get sweaty. If this is what I was starting to think it was, then oh my God.
From where Tara and "future me" we're standing, I saw Tara nod quickly and went off to another room with the white plastic bag in hand, "future me" standing in the same spot looking after Tara.
"What's going on with Tara?" I asked nervously from where I was standing.
"Future me" snapped back into reality and looked over at me, looking a bit surprised at my presence.
"You still haven't answered any of my questions..." I said suddenly feeling awkward.
"Future me" looked back in the direction from where Tara went, back towards me, back in the other direction, and then at me again.
I stood and waited, my paranoia rising and falling, just like my chest due to my heavy breathing at the moment. God damn disorder...
After what seemed like I couldn't take it anymore and was about to explode, "future me" finally spoke up; "There's nothing wrong with Tara, you have nothing to worry about."
I felt myself breathe a sigh of relief at that fact.
"Then what was in that white bag?" I asked suspiciously.
"Future me" looked away for a moment and blushed.
I stood in front of her waiting for her to say more, I guess she noticed it because she quickly continued.
"Tara might be...Um...Well she has symptoms of being pregnant. So she asked me if I could get her some tests."
My eyes grew the size of saucers and my heart started to pound. "Really?" I asked half shocked half a bit excited.
"Yeah." "Future me" said smiling a bit as well. "I wonder if Derrick knows yet."
All at once I felt like everything in the room had stopped and my breathing became fast. "I'm sorry but did you say Derrick?" I asked.
"Future me" looked a bit confused at my question but answered "Yeah. They've been married for some time now, but it's great that they might be starting a family."
Still in shock I couldn't help but ask "When did this happen?"
"Future me" looked back at me, now seemingly to be in shock as well and I realized how rude that may have sounded.
"Sorry" I said embarrassed by my sudden outburst, "it's just that when they were younger, they never seemed like they would be married. I mean Tara had never shown much interest in him, I'm wondering, what changed all of that?"
"Future me" looked back at me frowning a bit and eyes hardening, explaining; "What changed all of that is they became hunting partners. When the war broke out between Heaven and Hell, a lot of things went to shit. The gates of Hell were opened and many evil Demons had escaped. Monsters too. It was like the rising of Sam Hane but 10 times worst and this being everyday not just one night of the year every how many years. A lot of people were killed in these events. Some people we know, or knew I'll say."
Again my eyes widened to the size of saucers and I couldn't help but ask; "How did this happen? Who did it kill?"
"Future me" looked away so I wouldn't notice the forming tears, and spoke with a hard cold voice; "Somebody messed up. Made a deal with a powerful crossroad demon. Unleashed the gates of Hell. Hell nobody even knew about it until the strange news reports came in, even then most people thought it was just a hoax, the media trying to scare us." At this "future me" chuckled.
"What were the news reports?" I asked leaning in.
"Future me" shrugged. "Reports of people being attacked in "weird" ways. People being killed mysteriously or vanishing without a trace. After a while there were reports of even "the dead coming back to feast on the living". That sort of crap. It didn't take long before a state of emergency happened and every hunter known stepped in. It was the only thing to keep people safe because, they didn't know about any of this, Hell if I were anybody else I'd find this crazy as well."
"But how did Tara and Derrick team up?" I asked feeling dizzy by what I was hearing.
"Future me" chuckled at my growing curiosity before continuing; "After a while the government had taken a notice in us. To them we were trained soldiers ready for combat and could handle things that no other solider could. They hired us as part of a team. To them, this was a war and we were the soldiers that could get in and out to defeat these things. They put us in groups or teams and told us where to go and what to do. In return they would give us a safe shelter, food, and protection. A utopia if you preferred to call it."

I pulled my gaze away and stared at my shoes feeling like the world itself was falling away from me-I couldn't believe any of this to be true but deep down a part of me knew it was true.
"We have become part of something...something sinister. We have become part of the war that has consumed of wings and fire." "Future me" said looking out into something that was far, far away.
I snapped my attention at "myself" suddenly breaking out in goose bumps at the statement and as much as I didn't want to ask this, I knew I had to; "Wha...What did you just say...?" I asked in a quiet shaky voice. "I-we've heard that before."
"Future me" continued to stare out into space for about thirty seconds longer before looking at me with wide eyes.
We both knew.
"Future me" opened her mouth ready to say something when Tara came back into the room with a derogatory look on her face.
Noticing this we both simultaneously snapped out of the deep, and slightly disturbing conversation we were about to have, happy to be putting it off for a little longer and turned our attention to Tara expectedly.
Tara must have noticed this because she opened her mouth to say something but said nothing, just stood there in the middle of the room with her mouth hanging open.
"Future me" and, well present me, stood on the other side of the room waiting on Tara but after a minute or two had passed and she still hadn't said anything "Future me" spoke up; "Well? What's the prognosis?"
Tara closed her mouth and opened it again, speaking the words that seemed to set a whole new mood to the atmosphere: "Positive. All three of em. I'm...pregnant I guess. Holy shit man, I'm having a baby."
At the last sentence Tara looked away, seeming to get lost in her own thoughts, leaving me and "Future me" to let the news of what we just heard to settle in.