Author's Note: Just a quick note. This is my first supernatural fan fic, but not my first fan fic. Hopefully people enjoy it. The rest of chapter 1 is being written up while you read this, i just wanted the prologue up first. Also, this will NOT be a mary sue type thing. There will be an added character further on, however, no romance or damsel in distress kinda thing will happen. Anyway, enjoy. I hope! Reviews would be appreciated and i get back to everyone who reviews!
P.S. Don't mind the grammar or spelling mistakes!
Prologue:
Sanguine mists rose slowly from the old floorboards. The mahogany that had been laid out only days before, now sat, imprinted with the smell of decay and burnt flesh. Blue flames devoured the kitchen's linoleum tiles and climbed the palm olive scented counter tops. It engulfed the halls, swallowed the living room and the old leather sectional. The TV disappeared behind a wall of sapphire heat.
Matted blonde curls overflowed on the floor next to a canopy bed. Blood trailed down the still body, staining the left side of a woman's cotton nightgown. In the dark it would be impossible to distinguish the red from the ebony that filled the room. Yet somehow, she knew it was there.
Knees drawn in; pulled tight enough in hopes of creating a wall of protection about herself. The door would not be able to hold back the fire for long. It would tear through the drywall and wood just as it had the rest of the house. She could smell the burnt furniture, could see the dark clouds reaching through the cracks. It was only a matter of time before it came for her. The smoke had already begun to wrap its greedy hands about her lungs, pulling and tugging, urging her to lose consciousness. And she would, if it weren't for the burbling. If she shut her eyes, it would have been easy to imagine herself sitting next to a calm brook, the water talking to her every now and then. The birds chirping on the branch of a nearby oak and a grasshopper crawling up her bare ankle. The sun warming the back of her neck as she reclined in the soft grass. But that was all just a fantasy
With eyes open it was clear where the sounds were coming from. A dark stain left a wide trail from the door to where the body lay next to the young woman's bed. Jaw broken, it hung to the side, while blood slithered down the pallid skin.
She would give up soon. It was something the other woman was certain off. Watching from a three foot distance, it was clear that the cut across the abdomen would end the woman's life. Her chest rose and fell, struggling beneath the pain and death, just begging to take in another gasping breath. Liquid, either blood or something else had risen and begun to bubble against the walls of her mouth and tickle the back of her throat. Strength depleted, she would not be able to turn herself over to save from chocking.
Thunder sounded behind the bedroom door. The woman fought once last time against the impending death and then released her hold on life in the same instant. The other woman watched, teary eyed while the body of her mother sunk lifelessly against the floor.
Wood splintered and broke beneath the bombardment of heat. Death was calling to her. She pulled herself towards the bedroom window and looked outside to the drop below. Rose bushes and garden gnomes, maybe some fertilizer to soften the fall. It would be a way out from the hungry blaze that had plagued her for nights even before it had appeared in the house. Her mother was dead and she'd seen the blood, seen the red mists rising up from the other set of lifeless bodies in their dinning room. The family that she had once loved was gone, their flesh melting while white hot bones remained meshing into the floors. There weren't enough tears to bring them back and a small voice encouraged her to drown in the inferno.
Blue flames stripped apart the door and poured into her childhood bedroom. It headed forward like an animal, pulling the corpse through the fire and continued toward the panicking girl. The next few moments blurred together. A fog seemed to distort her vision and she could barely feel the window pane beneath her palms. She struggled to open it while the fire tongued her feet. The next instant she was free falling into darkness, a pain shot up her back and her left wrist twisted and fell limp. After another minute, things buzzed and her mind disappeared into the fog.
