Hello for those of you who came back and hello to new readers. This is chapter two!
I just hope you like it. I'll try to upload this once a week. Would be a great training. If I would just hold on. I'm really busy with this musical I'm writing. (Nothing seems good enough in my eyes) so I'll hope to get distracted with writing Flashbacks do hurt.
While thinking about the first meeting with Dean and Sam. Thinking about her not-real-sister Elena brought tears in her eyes. If it was only a couple of minutes towards Sioux Falls instead of hours. If she was only capable to drive there. She knew that it was not a problem to get into Lincoln, Nebraska. It would not be a problem to rent a car but she knew herself to damn well. If she was getting close to a point she wanted to be, she would chicken out. Normally she had Elena to push her forward or Sam, sometimes even Dean. However right now she was alone. More tears dropped of her cheeks on her hands, which lay in her lap. She tried to wipe them away but only more came and she almost chocked to silence her cry. She wondered if Bobby would be happy to see her. If, she had to repeat into her mind every five seconds, if he was alive.
The great thing about sleeping with a steering wheel in your stomach was, that it kept you well enough awake to let the nightmares pass on. Of course when I slept I endured them but when I was fully awake, I didn't remember a thing. "What do Banshees do?" Elena said because I read all the books and she did, but always forgot. "They scream.", "Oh like you did yesterday night." Of course the jokes are even more horrible than her bumping into every five seconds. "They scream to kill people. There are different types of myths and we just have to find out which apply to this case." We got back into the car and I drove the last distance to the closest village around us. If there was somebody here or in the forest that have died a long time ago. It would probably be in the records. "Yay libraries," Elena sighed and I just couldn't care about it. I loved the library. Ninety present of the time it wasn't hunted and you found all the answers you needed. Way better then a bar, in which boys would hang all over my friend and I sit there with a beer on my own. "First the facts of old and than..", "Boys." Facts of new I actually wanted to say. That's what dad taught us. First get to know your legends. If you couldn't you would go to the newspaper to just ask some reporter and after that you get into the bar to get gossips. The first part was my part, the second obviously Queen Elena. Flirting, getting drinks from everybody that almost every time the barman himself would stay close to her and she would talk. Telling them everything to get close to the story. How she loved horror stories, with a lot of blood but most of all would she love legends of the town. Bam every boy tried to tell her something. She would check out which was about our target and ask that guy all her questions. Just like she was interested. As soon after that we would leave. Hunt the monster and never come back. Sometimes I went back to the Hotel but I've always waited on her. Phone close to me if something would go wrong, I had to keep close to her.
Library time: Elena was sighing next to me every five seconds. She didn't like libraries, she didn't like reading at all or doing something that didn't take action: that was most boring in her case. "A Banshee.. it's Irish. So what the hell are they doing here?" She said and I tried to ignore her. In my head, every time she said something or sighed, I said shut up. I didn't know that it was a Irish legend and I didn't care if that made no sense at all why they were here. I simply didn't care: they were here and they were killing people. If there were a they.
"This is weird." I finally said after her at least hundred sighs. "This book says that Banshee don't kill people. They scream because it's an omen of death. They are actually the messengers towards Death." Of course Elena had to made a sarcastic joke about the Greek Gods. The only thing that have interested her back in our studies and the only thing that wasn't necessary: "The Hermes of the Irish?" Ha ha, not. It made no sense. Why would a Banshee scream if someone died, if she was the killer. I simply didn't understand. Books were open, I looked up on Wikipedia and every other site that reported a wailing woman. I gave Elena the idea to look up a news article about a woman who died a strange death, a long time ago. Then she was at least out of my way.
What if the killer was not a Banshee. What if the Banshee was trying to warn me or anyone else for the possible killer that I couldn't find?! Elena had to go to the bar, I would dig up the article. I needed answers on gossip stories from the townspeople. I needed more clues than a simple death body. There were so many things to do and so little time. "Would you please get the badges? I would look this article up. You can go to the bar after that." I think she almost skip back to the car. "Here is your badge." Fake badges from the F.B.I. although I never felt comfortable using them, now was a great opportunity. I needed the library longer than the arranged closing time in ten minutes. I shoved Elena away. Far too happy to go, she was just more annoying than ever. Or maybe not because at the door she seemed to realize something. Stopped and looked at me with big eyes. "I'm fine. I'm not going anywhere. Please go, I need answers." So she went and I went to the information desk and showed them my badge. Easy convinced the people here, maybe because nothing interesting happened. One woman said she stayed anyway to put every book back so if I needed help, I should just yell for her. Great, I appreciated that.
I must have lost track of time because I had my nose in books and on the internet. I just realized that nothing made sense and I tried to find other clues. I was going from one linked page to another. Seeing monsters as the Crow Goddess, The Ghoul, a Hag. Nothing. Of course everyone could have guessed. I didn't see it first but the light behind me began to flicker. I realized it probably too late. There was a high-pitched, annoying scream and it was so loud that I quickly placed my hands over my ears. The books on the closest shelve were shuddering and I could even hear the scream with my hands over my ears. It gave me goose bumps. Finally it stopped. "Misses Ferguson?" I took the book that I had and a knife from my belt. I haven't learned much about how to kill a Banshee. The only thing that made you immune to the scream and her approach to death was sucking her breast: well Hell no!
I tried to tip toe through the book shelves and when I came towards the desk there was no one. I was pretty sure Misses Ferguson would not leave without telling me. I looked around and was about to call the real police when I saw her hand. On the ground. Drenched in blood. Great. The killer strikes again and the Banshee told me. I immediately called the police. Showed my badge and said that I would come by first thing in the morning. I was again in some kind of shock. It could have been me again. Poor misses Ferguson.
