Chapter Two
Christina's POV
It was a good thing there were four of us, since we each took either a hospital or even a clinic to locate the baby information we needed. I was rubbing the back of my neck when once again the sweet smell of Vanilla drifted over me. I glanced over my shoulder and saw nobody there. My breathing became stuck in my throat as I went back writing down the names and addresses of the families with six month old infants.
"What are you doing?" The pen in my hand dropped ripping the piece of notebook paper I was using. Something cold brushed against my cheek and I felt it travel down my spine. "Why so tense, Christina?" The voice hissed and I braved a look. I was met with the unmistakable yellow eyes of the demon we now had a way of killing.
Something seized my chest making it difficult to breath. The nurse that helped me earlier was now away from her desk to come to my rescue. Fear struck me like a freight train and I reached for my cellphone. But something cold shot it scattering across the floor. "What...What do you want?" I forced out making my chest burn with pain. The yellow eyes narrowed as it smiled.
"You know what I wanted. But now I want something else. Something that I can see that you and your family has now received. I want the Colt."
The fear that had struck me before was nothing to the feeling of dread now when he mentioned the Colt. How did he know about the Colt? I thought feeling the tightness in my chest slowly release. As soon as the hold was let go, I stood up and quickly jumped to the wall to stare at the yellow eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about." I lied I hoped he believed me. But the yellow eyes were unconvinced.
"Oh, Christina," he said his voice slick and oily making my stomach flip over a few times. "You know that you can't hide anything from me. Since I'm the one you gave you your brothers, and left you alone I might add," I had to nod in agreement. He had left me alone for a while that was a few months before conformation of the truth he said about my brothers. "All I want is the Colt, and I'll let you go." I narrowed my eyes. He wasn't fooling me. "Oh yes, and your brother Sam." I cleared my throat and looked up trying to see if the nurse had returned, but her desk chair was still empty. "So do we have a deal?"
"No." I said keeping my voice as even as possible even though my legs were shaking with fear. Anger flashed in the yellow eyes and I felt something twist inside my stomach making me double over.
"I was going to kill you in the the woods but of course your family was right there, with that damn Colt! But you're all alone, I can easily kill you. But I'm going to let you live, because I know for a fact you're not going to tell your family about me. You don't want them to think you're working for me, do you?"
"Go back to Hell," I snarled sweat beading down my face. The pain in my stomach intensified by two but as I fell to the floor on my hands and knees, letting a small trickle of blood escape my mouth, the pain subsided and I was left alone in the room.
End of Christina's POV
~DSCWin~
Sam's POV
I was looking over a list of names and maps when I felt my head slowly begin to pound and pinch. It was another one of my visions I had been getting and I wasn't at all used to it.
The sound of a train whistle echoed in the night. A woman stood looking out of a second window her dark hair illuminated by a nightlight. A moving mobile danced across the walls and a dark shape with yellow eyes stood above a crib. A young infant, was awake staring up at the dark shape as two to three dark drops fell into their mouth.
The vision ended as I tried to push back the pain that I got after each one. I shook my head roughly and looked up. The woman from my vision was now walking across the street pushing a stroller and struggling to be holding an umbrella. I jumped to my feet and walked causally towards her.
"Here, let me help you with that," I said gently holding the umbrella as she had stopped in front of her house and the house that was in my vision. The woman smiled up at me.
"Oh, thanks so much." She smiled at the precious cargo that was in the stroller.
"She's adorable." I said peering down at the small form in the stroller. "She yours?"
"Yeah," the woman smiled moving the blanket slightly to help me look into the face of the child.
I looked down at the little face that seemed to stare up at me. "Hi there," I smiled then looked back up at the woman. "Oh, sorry to be rude, I'm Sam." I reached out and shook hands with the woman. "I just moved in up the block."
"Hi." She smiled. "I'm Monica, and this is Rosie."
"Rosie?" Monica nodded and I glanced down at the baby who was giving me a toothless smile. "Hi Rosie."
"So, welcome to the neighborhood." I could tell she was feeling a little uneasy with me standing there staring at her daughter, Rosie.
"Thanks. She's a good baby." I noticed that she wasn't screaming or even whimpering to have a stranger looking at her.
"I know, I mean, she doesn't, I mean hardly ever cries. She just stares at everyone. Sometimes if feels like she's reading your mind if she looks into your eyes."
I felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I looked up at Monica who was now tucking a small blanket as the wind started to blow. "How long have you lived in the neighborhood, Monica?" I asked hoping my vision was wrong. Oh let this be wrong.
"My husband and I bought our place before Rosie was born." Monica said not sensing my uneasiness.
"And how old is Rosie?"
"She's six months today. She's big right? Growing like a weed.
"Yeah." My stomach seem to drop further making my late lunch twist uncomfortable. "Monica..."
She looked up at me, her dark hair blowing past her face. "Yeah?"
I wanted to tell her the truth, tell her about the yellow-eyed demon that's going to do something to her baby, but I couldn't say that. "Just...just take care of yourself okay?"
"Okay, thanks Sam. You too." She smiled before adding. "See you around." I took a few steps backwards as a station wagon came into the driveway. I watched as Monica, her husband and her daughter Rosie walked into the house from my vision.
I walked a few blocks before pain erupted by an upcoming vision.
The nursey room of Rosie looked normal, except for the clock was stopped. The once sound of nursery rhymes went silent. A dark figure stood over Rosie peering down at the infant that was just looking up at it. Monica walked in wearing a sleek nightgown walked inside from the hallway and now stares at the figure.
"What are you..." She begins before she is slammed up against the wall. The figure slowly turns to look at Monica who is now being dragged up towards the ceiling. Blood slowly appears on her stomach and starts to drip down to the floor. "Rosie!" She screams just as the room bursts into flames.
End of Sam's POV
