Tackled
So, you ever think about how it feels to be tackled by a Winchester?
Maybe it's like this? Kinda, at least?
Hope my beta found all my mistakes. If not, please tell me.
Enjoy, and I don't own nothing… only, maybe the idea of this story…
Lee
She didn't know what had woken her in the first place. She just knew something was not right. Then she could hear the slight noise again, as if someone had stumbled. A little creak let her know that she was right, and someone was in the house, moving up the stairs. She felt her heart starting to race as fear gripped her. Someone has broken into the house!
The house, actually was the Dermonts's house. She was working there as Au-pair, going to College and earning some money after studies, by watching their two children and helping with the household, things like that.
Yesterday had been the day that lead to her being alone at the house. Little Billy had been raced to hospital, after he had fallen down the stairs. She had been petrified, as it was her duty to watch the children. She didn't know how all of this could have happened. Billy was six and one second he was in the room with her and his little sister, and the next second she could hear a bloodcurdling scream, followed by the bumping noise of a body falling.
She had stayed the afternoon in the ER, together with Billy's distraught parents and his crying little sister Maddie. Mr. Dermont told her to drive home, that they would talk about "other things" later. He himself would bring Maddie to her grandparents. She would stay there for the next couple of days, while he and his wife Victoria stood at the hospitals ER, and later on at the PICU, watching their son fighting for his life.
The creak of the door to her room opening let her hold her breath and close her eyes tightly. She could see a flashlight through her closed lids and a small gasp escaping the intruders lips.
"Shit!" she could hear him whisper. "I think we might have a problem here. I thought you said no one was at home." Another flashlight scanned the room.
"Well there is supposed to be…" the sentence was left unfinished and she felt suddenly something very odd. It seemed the room turned gradually colder, while something started to bleep loudly. At the same time the air in the room felt as if charged with some strange sort of energy.
She opened her eyes in time to see something moving at her from the other side of the room.
Before it reached her, something heavy and compact landed on top of her sweeping the air from her lungs, and let her scream end as a small yelp. A hand covered her mouth, as the body of one of the intruders pinned her down. At the same time a shot rang out, letting her flinch and scream against the hand on her mouth. Panic sweeping through her, letting her ears ring and extinguished every other sound, except her own heart beat and the blood rushing through her head. The weight on top of her shifted a little, so that she was allowed to breath in deeper through her nose, and letting the panic of suffocating disappear a little. She could hear muffled voices and it took her some time that the one on top of her, holding her down was talking in a somewhat reassuring manner. She could hear his voice through the haze: "Breath with me. Come on. Calm down, breath with me…" She tried to follow his orders. "That's it. You're doing great. In… and out." He continued.
"Did you get the bitch?" he asked to the second man behind him, without looking up. "Yeah… no sign from her either – at the moment, at least. Would you just get her out for gods sake?" The words were more exasperated than an order.
The man on top of her looked at her: "You okay now? You not gonna scream if I remove my hand? We have to be quiet, okay?" She nodded slightly, still too afraid of what had happened. "Okay then." He said, removing the hand on her mouth slowly.
She felt it a second before it actually happened. Behind them a gasp could be heard, then the weight of the man was gone and she could hear a crunch as he connected with a loud thud at the wall on the other side of the room.
She wanted to get up, but suddenly all muscles in her body seemed to freeze, as she looked into the pupils that glowered down at her.
The eyes stopped everything in her. Her heart, her breathing, her blood, her hearing, only these eyes and her. The world faded and she knew that with the world, she faded, too. She would die. Those eyes seemed pleasured at her understanding. "Weaknesss... must be punished..." a dead voice echoed through her.
Then another blast flew past her and the pressure around her lifted. With it came pain and panic.
She felt being lifted as her conciousnes slipped away and darkness took her.
TBC...
