Author's Note: So I rewrote the first chapter a bit, so reread if you already haven't, please. It makes more sense now. Also, I'm really sorry it took so long to write this second chapter, second semester started not that long ago, and they piled on the homework…evil people. So yeah, they should be coming out faster.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Buffy and Supernatural belong to their respective owners and creators. The story is mine though, and I do hold rights to it.
Not 5 minutes away from Bobby's house, Sam shut his computer in frustration and stared at a piece of paper Bobby had e-mailed him that had a quick note to come as quickly as possible, a drawing of a symbol, and a picture taken of a large, red, scythe.
"Anything?" Dean asked as he stared out the windshield of his Impala.
"Nothing. I can't find a single thing on anything he sent. I've searched every single site I can think of, searched for any sign of a blade like this, and nothing. There is nothing on this."
Dean took a sharp turn on a country road. "What about the girl?"
Sam sighed. "It's hard find anything on her without her name. And according to Bobby, she's been unconscious for the last 12 hours and she refuses to wake up. But I did search the missing person's lists of this state and found the names of every petite blond girl in her twenties, and that's a list that I don't relish looking through, but from what Bobby said, I highly doubt she's from here."
"Yeah," Dean said as he pulled into Bobby's driveway.
They got out of the car, slamming the doors behind them. Bobby met them on the porch, "Thank god you guys got here on time. Come on it, but don't make any noise."
The boys looked at each other and shrugged, following Bobby's lead. They walked upstairs and into his bedroom; a dark musty room where every wall was covered in protection symbols and information, every surface covered in weapons, the doors and windows lined with salt, and a delicate looking girl twisting about under the quilt. Her hair was pasted to her head with sweat, her eyes clamped shut, a furrow on her brow. Her hands were in fists so tight her nails were leaving marks, a few bleeding. Her chapped lips were moving as she mumbled quietly.
"She's been like that only for the last two or three hours, started almost right after you called me back. I can't figure out what's wrong with her."
Sam stepped up to the bed and Dean stood next to Bobby. Sam sat down and cocked his head to the side, looking closely at her, wondering why she looked familiar.
"Anything on who she is?" asked Dean.
"Well, no…Hell Dean, she appeared out of freakin' bolts of lightning with a blade that is a hell of a lot more than a hunting knife. I looked at everything I have and even called in a few favors with the higher ups; no one knows nothing about her. Like she don't even exist."
"What do you mean she doesn't exist…"
"SHH! She's saying something." Sam moved closer as Dean and Bobby got quiet. He leaned close and put his ear a few inches from her mouth, listening as hard as he could.
"Dawn…Task to do….No, no. Mine. My…inheritance. He's not from….run, run….he's…" Sam moved closer, but she quieted swiftly until she was sleeping almost peacefully.
He shook his head and stood up, leading the other two men out into the hallway, waiting for Bobby to shut the door quietly behind him. "So, what did she say Sammy?" asked Dean impatiently.
"I'm not sure, exactly. She was rambling about dawn, a task, an inheritance, and someone that she was running from. None of it made sense, though." Dean grunted in response, before he could turn around and head into the main part of the house to get a beer, a scream was heard from the room.
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Buffy was running through a forest deep, thick, and very green. The moisture from the ferns and leaves wet down her clothes, which were already ripped and blood stained. Her steps were quick and sure footed, her breathing deep and raged. In her hands was her scythe; broken in two and nothing more than blades now, in her waistband was a pistol that was as old as it looked, two very special bullets in her pocket. Grunts and heavy foot falls followed her, never slowing, never fading. She kept running, pushing herself faster than ever before. She knew that she was running towards something, someone, that would help her; that would keep her safe. She knew she was close, so close; she just needed to run for a little longer.
Before she could let herself hope, a full body blow knocked her off her path and into the ground, making her let go of her blades in surprise. She watched them fly from her hands and into the brush, fear choking her even though they didn't have any power theft within them. Buffy tried to stand up and defend herself, but two pair of hands, grips like iron, latched onto her arms and stood her up. She looked at her captors and blanched.
Two people with yellow eyes held her, but did not look at her. They looked in front of her, as if waiting for someone.
Buffy struggled, used all her slayer strength, but it didn't help, she was caught and nothing she did would help. She couldn't get to the gun, and she knew that it would set her free. But something moved in the shadows in front of her, and she felt the ones holding her stiffen in…fear.
Footsteps crunched and Buffy had only seconds to prepare herself before a figure stepped out of the darkness. She stared into the yellow eyes set in that beloved face. She saw the body that he dropped at his feet, and screamed. She screamed as her heart broke, and let all that anger and pain fuel her anger and she was able to twist out of their grasps and lunge at the killer that she loved.
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Sam, Dean, and Bobby rushed back in the room to see the girl screaming as if she was being tortured and thrashing about the bed, fighting invisible attackers. Bobby shouted, "Hold her down before she hurts herself!"
Both Sam and Dean rushed forward and reached for her, Sam for her legs and Dean for her arms and shoulders, but they found that that may not have been the smartest course of action. She smashed her fist into Dean's jaw and he was thrown back. Sam received a kick in his chest, all the air rushed out of his body as he was thrown back into the wall, leaving an indent in the plaster. Bobby rushed to stop her, but the moment he took a step, she calmed down and was still.
Sam got up, hunched from the pain in his chest, and Dean stood up with a large deep bruise already showing on his face. The girl opened her eyes and took a deep breath before she sat up and looked around the room with deep hazel eyes. They roamed around the room, taking in every weapon and symbol before they finally landed on the three men in the room, standing by the door.
"Who are you guys?" She asked calmly.
Bobby took a flask out of his back pocket and opened it up quickly, splashing holy water on her. The girl shook her head in confusion as the water hit her. "What was that for? Who the hell are you?" She quickly turned to Dean, who wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. "And what the hell are you looking at, buddy?"
Dean had been looking at her exposed chest, and when she yelled at him, he tried to grin, but it didn't work with the bruise on his face. He winced and tried a small smile, but that didn't work either. He opened his mouth to say something and that Sam took this time to clear his throat, catching her attention and diverting her ire away from his brother, "Um, Dean, can you go get my drawstring pants and a shirt out of my bag, please?"
Knowing that he was caught, Dean didn't even bother to respond, he just walked out of the room.
Sam sat down on the bed as the girl covered herself more fully with the quilts.
"Hi." He said awkwardly. "My name is Sam Winshester, this is Bobby."
"And the other guy?" she asked with a tone.
"Uh, that's my brother, Dean."
She harrumphed and then looked around her once more, and then said, "So are you guys the demon hunters that need my help?"
Author: Once again, I'm sorry it took so long, but I have the third chapter started already. Please review. Let me know what you guys think is gonna happen (if you want). Remember, reviews make me write faster.
-Alli Lee
