OK so this is going to explain Danika and where she came from.
The small church had been on the hill for as long as anyone could remember. It was falling down now, whole walls missing. No one went there now, Not even kids sneaking out for a drink with their mates, it was winter and too cold to sit in a old church. That's why no one saw the spark. Why no one saw the small fire in the centre of the church. Why no one was able to stop the event that was about to change every ones lives.
Flames enveloped the church, spreading at a supernatural speed, tearing their way through the aisles. Smoke swirled to the ceiling, creating dark patterns in the air, before rushing together into a thick spiral in front of the alter. It shot down toward the floor, boring into the concrete. The floor split sending cracks in all directions, the smoke pushing them wider and wider. It soon slowed then pooled, flowing in a slow circle. A dark liquid began to creep out of the cracks, blood.
The blood mixed with the smoke, then flowed to two spots on the floor a foot apart. It flowed up, forming a thick shape. More blood allowed it to grow higher, the shape changing with each drop added.
It changed again, forming skin. Then hair, as red as the blood below it, flowing down to the waist. Finally, clothes formed. Skinny black jeans, black leather boots, and a simple black vest top.
Standing in front of the alter was a woman, tall and slim, but in a stance that showed strength. Her face was beautiful, stunning, but her eyes were the darkest black, and if looked in properly, showed true horrors. She stretched her limbs right to the tips of her fingers, and rolled her neck.
She reached behind her into the flames of the burning alter where smoke shot to her hand and built the shape of a sword. The smoke turned to steel, a handle morphing perfectly to the shape of her hand, and fire shot up the blade wrapping around her wrist and up her arm. She moved the sword through the air around her, testing the weight and movement, and when satisfied, she placed the sword flat against her spine. It turned back into smoke and wound itself into her skin, becoming a perfect sword tattoo, the hilt on her neck. Reaching back into the fire, she created a knife and once again placed it into her skin, this time on her left forearm.
She took her first step, right into the flames that surrounded her. She walked forward with long confident strides making it down the aisle in seconds and as she stepped out of the door of the church she blinked, instantly changing her eyes from black to a deep green. She walked into the night, darkness accepting her like family.
Danika Reine her father had called her. Gave her the name once she was created. See, she wasn't born, not at all, she is a mixture of her fathers blood and flesh from those he controls. Flesh from Humans and Demons alike. That's why she is special. She is no human, or demon, but the best of both, and her fathers blood gave her that little something extra.
She was here for one reason, the apocalypse. Something that was bringing every creature out of the cracks. But it wasn't truly here yet, a few more things needed to be done. She had been given a job to do. A simple job in her eyes. The vessels. Sam and Dean Winchester. She was here for them. And that's why she was standing outside of their hotel room at this very minute. She had watched them speed into the parking lot, and run into their room, and listened as they discussed the nights events.
"OK, so that didn't go as planned." Dean said lightly.
"As planned? No I guess not Dean, We just burned a school to the ground." Sam Replied disgruntled.
"I know, but we had no choice. Let's just get out of here. Head to Bobby's and lie low for a week or so."
"OK, lets grab our stuff, check out, and get gone." Sam replied.
Danika took this as her cue to leave. She had done her research and was able to easily figure what roads they would need to take to get to South Dakota, so she took off, running the entire way. She found the secluded forest they would have to drive through then chose a nice empty road to use for her plan. She quickly raised the knife out of her arm then used it to cut the inside of her mouth, making blood leak down her chin. She replaced the knife then lay down on the floor flicking her hair over her face. She allowed herself a quick smile when she heard an engine in the distance then blanked her face, closing her eyes, and waited for the inevitable meeting.
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