Chapter 1
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls, and windowsills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
As she drove down the road, Izzie was reminded of everything she was trying to forget. Guns, demons, screaming.
Death.
She cranked the radio, but the words just made her cry.
I held on as tightly as you held on to me
I held on as tightly as you held on to me
She didn't stop the music. She let it run through her head. Over and over. It kept ticking like a clock.
And I built a home
For you, for me
Until it disappeared
From me, from you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust…
The song ended, but the last lyric screamed in her ears.
Dust
Dust is what was left of her parents. Dust is what was left of her brother. Dust was almost her, had her brother not pushed her out of the way. However, pushing her only put him in even more danger. He was shot. Twice. But that wasn't what killed him. What killed him was the demon who ate him alive.
Her mother's last word came into her head.
"Purgatory."
She wasn't sure how she got out of the house. She just knows she was sitting up on the hill, watching it burn. She had a gun in her hands. Some old, western gun. She fired it at the demon running out of the house's remains. He screamed something about a curse, and then shot into the ground. She walked into her house, stared at what was left.
She knew where her mother and father were because their wedding rings were in those spots. She grabbed the rings, some papers that were still readable, stuff from the basement, and then took the (surprisingly still their) car keys.
It took one day, two hours, and fourty-three minutes for her to actually leave, and here she was, ten minutes away from Purgatory. She turned the radio off and slowed down. Probably best not to drive into a town going ninety miles an hour in a 1975 Camaro.
She was on a mission. She may not have been 100% sure what it was, but she was on one. Her mother had sent her here for a reason.
She pulled into a parking spot in front of a place called Shorty's. It seemed to be a bar.
I could use a damn drink.
She walked in, ignoring the closed sign. A girl was taking inventory of the alcohol. She had brown hair and dark hazel eyes.
Cute.
Said girl turned around. "Um, we're not op-"
She pulled out her gun. "If you don't give me a fucking drink, I will shoot this place up."
The girl didn't seem too fazed. "Are you even 21?"
"Does that even matter? I need some alcohol."
"So do I," another girl said.
Izzie was impatient and mad. She pointed her gun in the other girl's direction.
"Wo-oah, Cowgirl. No need to get frisky."
She eyes the stranger for a few seconds, then put the old gun away. "So, drink?" she angrily asked the girl behind the bar.
"Come on, little sis, this one's obviously had a rough day," the second girl said.
"I'm not going to give her alcohol after she pulled a gun on you, Wynonna!"
"Waves, it's ok. I've had plenty of guns pulled on me. It kind of happens every day."
"What are you, a cop?" Izzie asked as the first girl set a beer in front of her.
"You could say that," the second one answered. "I'm Wynonna. This is my younger sister, Waverly."
Izzie was suddenly curious, and suspicious. "Is your last name Earp?"
"Why, yes" Waverly snapped. "Are you some crazy Wyatt Earp fan?"
"No."
She finished her beer and then asked for another. Waverly set another one in front of her. "That's your last," she said, then went back to what she was originally doing.
"So, who are you?" Wynonna asked.
"What's it to you?"
"You know who we are."
She was silent. "Izzie Heirt."
"I'm guessing you're not from around here because in Purgatory, you can't not know someone."
"I'm not."
"Where are you from?"
"It's none of your business."
She placed a five on the counter for the beers and walked out. She decided to find the library and do some research.
AN: A Wynonna Earp fic! I do love Waverly and Nicole, but this one won't feature those two. Thank you for reading, and please leave a review!
Song: To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra
