Author's Note: Hello lovelies! This is the next installment of The Liz Winchester Chronicles. It's a direct sequel to Against it All and those new to my daughter-fic-verse thing, I recommend reading that first because. Although it follows the series, I do change it up a bit since Liz is involved.

Also, this chapter is more like a "the road so far" deal where I summarize what happened in Against it All. I should have chapter two, which is the actual story, up sometime next week. For some reason, this is rather hard to write.

So, on with the second installment of The Liz Winchester Chronicles, Playing with Fire!

Chapter I - Prologue

My life wasn't always this screwed up. I used to be normal—well, more normal than I am now. The only things I used to worry about were grades, friend troubles and the occasional disciplinary actions after I do something stupid. It all seems so trivial now after what I've been through in the last year.

It was hard to figure out when life as I knew it ended. It could've happened thirty years ago when my grandma was killed—burned on the ceiling in my dad's nursery. Well, that's how my Dad's life changed. Since then, Grandpa dragged him and his older brother, my Uncle Dean, around the country in search of the damn thing that killed her. Dad got out. He went to college even though Grandpa told him that if he left that he was out of the family. Dad fell in love with Mom. They both got drunk and did the deed. About nine months later, here I come, ruining their lives forever. But, you know, it's not like I had a choice in the matter. It's not like they verbally believe me, but I put a hitch in their future plans. It's easy to tell that they question what if sometimes.

Anyway, long story short, I'm here. Our little, happy family. Dad got normal for about thirteen years and it all abruptly ended when Uncle Dean came barging into our apartment on Halloween. It was quite comical. I hit him in the face with hairspray and Lily was quite freaked out. Well, it was comical until we found out the real reason why Uncle Dean was there. At the time, I was convinced that Grandpa hadn't been home in a few days. But when Uncle Dean mentioned that he was on a "hunting trip", something changed in Dad. At the time, I had no clue what. Of course, I soon learn that this was no ordinary hunting trip. By hunting, they didn't mean deer or turkey hunting—but monster hunting.

So, Dad packed up and went with Uncle Dean to find Grandpa. I didn't know all the details about what that weekend included. But I know that Dad had come home late Sunday night to the worst thing that could possibly happen to us.

It was odd really. I didn't know Dad's past at the time, so I had no clue what was going on when I heard (well, more like felt, but I'll get to that whole thing later) my mom screaming. I ran into her bedroom where she was pinned to the ceiling, bleeding from her abdomen…dead.

It was the same thing that killed Grandma. But, I was the only one living who saw the thing. It was a demon (again, didn't know he was a demon, but I figure that you already figured that one out) with glowing yellow-eyes. He said that killing Mom was important for his plans for Dad and I to move forward.

The yellow-eyed freak mentally pinned me to the walls (which was odd, looking back, since demons can't mentally move me anymore) and I couldn't do anything as Dad walked in. The moment Dad noticed Mom pinned to the ceiling, fire erupted around her. It took Uncle Dean to coax Dad away from the burning room.

And that is how I found out about the supernatural.

Since then, I was dragged around the country fighting monsters and searching for the thing that killed Grandma and Mom. Well, they fought monsters. I was stuck in a questionable motel room with my schoolwork and wondering if I will even see them again.

Of course, even when I was in a motel room, I was rarely far from the action. I have this psychic ability to mind-rape people (Uncle Dean's words, not mine), particularly Dad and Uncle Dean. I found out a lot of useful information because of it, like Dad questioning whether it would be best to keep dragging me along like this. I also witnessed some stuff that I'd rather not see ever again, like Uncle Dean almost getting it on with someone.

As I continued to mind-rape people, Dad also got a psychic ability. He could see the future. He saw Mom getting killed a few days before it happened and he also saw someone being killed in his and Uncle Dean's old house in Lawrence, Kansas—where this whole thing started.

The creepy thing is, we have no clue why the two of us have these powers—sorry, abilities. But, we aren't the only ones. Dad had a vision about a man being killed by being locked in a garage with his car running. Of course, the police thought it was suicide, but we knew better. It was murder by a freaky being.

We eventually figured out that it was Max doing all the killing. He has the power of telekinesis. And we also figured out how he was connected to us: his mom was killed the same way Grandma and Mom were. This discovery changed things drastically. There were others like us—our families weren't the only ones to suffer because of that damn demon.

It was a few weeks later that we ran into Grandpa in Chicago. He said that he was getting close to finding the thing that caused our lives so much misery. Dad insisted that we work as a family. Grandpa immediately dismissed that and ran off without us.

Of course, that didn't last long.

An older hunter friend of Grandpa's was murdered by vampires. Grandpa wanted what the vampires took: a Colt. Well, the Colt—the Colt that can kill anything. And by anything, I mean anything! The plan was to get the Colt and kill the demon that killed Mom and Grandma.

Thanks to Dad's premonitions, he figured out where the yellow-eyed demon was going to hit next. We had a plan to kill the damn thing that night (not that Grandpa was too happy to find out that Dad and I had psychic abilities). Of course, our Winchester bad luck kicked in. Meg, someone who we thought that we killed, was back from the dead and wanted the Colt.

So, Grandpa came up with the stupidest plan of the century: buy a lookalike Colt and give that to Meg while Dad and Uncle Dean use the real Colt to kill the demon. Grandpa had to go alone, but I disobeyed Dad (who told me to stay in the motel room while all this shit went down) and tagged along. It was a good thing that I came along. I saved his ass when Meg and another demon figured out that the Colt wasn't real. Although, we were kidnapped in the end.

I woke up in a strange apartment. Grandpa was drugged up and tied to the bed. Dad and Uncle Dean had somehow found us and saved our asses. Of course, little did we know that Grandpa was actually possessed by the yellow-eyed demon. We had made it to a secluded cabin in the woods before we realized this.

There was an epic fight. The demon taunted us and threatened to kill us. We didn't find out much more than we had already figured out. He was mostly pissed that we killed his children. I tried to use the Colt to kill him, but I didn't have the guts. I just stood there and listened to his taunting. Eventually, Grandpa pushed his way to the surface and was able to suppress the demon long enough for Dad to shoot him in the leg. The demon escaped then, leaving Grandpa's crumpled body.

The last thing I remember of this whole thing was Dad driving Dad, Uncle Dean and I to the hospital. I think something crashed into us, but I was already completely out of it by that point that I didn't know left from right.

So, yeah, normal is no longer in my vocabulary. I'm as far from normal as a person could ever get. But, this is my life now—whether I like it or not, there is no escaping fate.