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Chapter Two

Lies

I spent the rest of the afternoon doing the things that I wanted to. I played online poker, ate junk food, listened to Black Sabbath at stupidly loud volumes, danced like a loon. Anything and everything that I'd wanted to do in the last couple of weeks but hadn't been allowed to I did. It was an amazing feeling, it felt like being free.

As the time passed, despite eating a mound of crap, I grew hungry. Looking through the cupboards for food I started to worry again. The food was running drastically low and so were the funds that Charlie had left me. I could probably go get another load of grocery's before I was completely out of money. That wasn't what worried me however, what did was that Charlie had left me, and it didn't look like he was coming home anytime soon.

What was I going to do without him? Where was he? Was he alright? I was really working myself into a proper panic when someone knocked at the door, making me jump like it had been a gunshot.

I walked to the door and glanced through the looking glass. Two men I didn't recognise stood there. I figured that these must be Dean and John, the guys who had come to help me. I opened the door with a smile on my face to welcome them. As soon as the door was open I realised my mistake. These men, they certainly weren't friends of my dads, of that I was positive. For one thing they had black eyes. Completely black, unlike Edwards had been earlier, even the whites of these guys eyes were black.

Taking this in quickly, I tried to shut the door on them, but it was too late, they'd already started to make their way inside. I backed away from them, going into the front room, they followed me step for step.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice surprisingly still strong. My mind was running through all the self-defence that I knew, which wasn't much, and I didn't think that it would work on these guys anyway for some reason. They weren't vampires I was pretty sure, but they weren't human either and I didn't think that I stood a chance against them with my meager fighting skills.

One of the things, whatever they were, raised it's hand as though swatting a fly and I went soaring through the air as if someone had picked me up and thrown me. I landed heavily next to the sideboard on the other side of the room. It hurt like hell.

The second black-eyed man started walking over to me. I got shakily to my feet, I was not prepared to lay at his feet weak and helpless as he did whatever it was that he was going to do.

I vaguely heard the front door opening again, and men's voices calling out. But I was too busy to answer at that moment.

The guy closest to me went to punch me with a smile on his face as he did, sadistic much? I saw it coming and dodged it. As I moved I kicked the man in the stomach sending him sprawling onto the rug in the middle of the room. I have no idea how I did that at all, it seemed the self-defence classes that Charlie had made me take must have instilled some sort of instinct in me after all.

I braced myself for the guys next attack, realising that I probably wouldn't be so lucky this time round. My heart was beating almost painfully hard and my mind seemed sharper than normal as the adrenaline rushed around my body. But as soon as the guy got to the edge of the rug he stopped, looking shocked and then annoyed.

Confused I looked at the other man, the one that had somehow telepathically thrown me across the room. He was stood with two good looking men in front of him, pinned mid way up the wall by nothing other than his mind it seemed.

Oh no! These must have been the actual guys that had come to help me, and here I was dragging them into my supernatural, craptastic life. Nice way to say thanks Bella! I had to think fast. How could I help? I looked wildly round the room for a weapon when I saw the other man that was apparently stuck on the rug. Ok, maybe if I got supernatural freak number two on the rug he'd be stuck too? I don't know how or why, but it was the only thing I could think of that might possibly help at all.

I made a quick plan in my head to get the freak onto said rug, it was an awful plan, seriously, but it might work, it might help to save the two men that were trying to help me. And it was the only plan I had.

Positioning myself carefully I called out to the black-eyed man. "Hey!"

One of the men pinned to the wall looked at me with fear in his eyes. "No, don't, you don't know..." He was quickly silenced by the black-eyed thing who waved a hand that somehow pushed my would be saviour further into the wall.

I wanted to, needed to, save these two men. "Hey!" I yelled again, trying to get the whatever to focus on me. "Hey Mr. What do you want? Why are you here?" I shouted, panic that I was feeling coming through loud and clear in my voice.

It did work though, black eyes started to advance on me again, an evil looking smile on it's face. "Isabella... Well aren't you the pretty little thing." The freak said to me, how the hell did it know my name? I turned slightly, making black eyes turn too. His back now against the sofa, just where I wanted it. I executed my plan with no hope of it working what so ever. I did a forward kick, pushing the guy with my foot as hard as I could in the chest. It sent the thing backwards over the sofa and onto the rug. I was shocked that it had worked, shocked yet pleased, I kind of wanted to punch the air and yell 'yeah'! But maybe later.

I heard two loud thuds and saw that the men who had previously been pinned to the wall had fallen to the floor.

The two black-eyed things were still on the rug, seemingly stuck on it, both of them glaring at me. I really needed to figure out what the heck was going on. What was I going to tell these two guys? What was I going to do with the black-eyed men? I sure didn't want to let them go, I had a feeling that it wouldn't be a smart idea.

"So... You must be Isabella then?" Said one of the guys. He was tall, really tall with dark long shaggy brown hair. And I could tell that he was muscled even under the t-shirt and shirt combo he was wearing. He had kind eyes and a soft soothing voice that seemed to calm me, even in the middle of this craziness.

"Bella." I corrected him, my voice defiantly not coming out strong now, instead I sounded weak and frail. "Are you Charlie's friends?" I asked, hoping that if I skirted round the two black eyed elephants in the room they might too. That seemed unlikely somehow.

"Yeah, kind of. I'm Sam and that's my brother Dean." He told me pointing to the other man, Dean, who was currently picking himself up off the floor. He was slightly shorter than Sam but still very tall. He had short brown hair, he was also fairly muscular I could tell and he had the most amazing pair of green eyes I had ever seen.

Dean shot a quick 'hey' at me before walking over to black eyes one and two. Reaching the rug he pulled up the corner to reveal some kind of weird red graffiti under it. What the hell?

Dean turned to his brother, they shared a look between them before Dean stated "Key of Soloman." He then turned to face me. "Well looks like the old man trained you well, what you need our help for then?"

"What's a key of... Whatever. Trained me to do what exactly? Do you know what's going on? Because if you do, would you mind filling me in please?!" The helplessness and confusion, not to mention panic that I was feeling was starting to come through in my voice. But I needed to find out what was going on and I had a feeling these guys might be able to shed some light for me.

The brothers shared a look again, well that was getting old fast. "You take care of it dude, I'll talk to Bella." Dean told Sam after a minute of silent communication.

Sam's eyes widened, he looked more than a little bit shocked. "You sure man?"

"Yeah I'm sure. Just do your geeky latin thing, I'll go have the truth is out there moment with the woman."

"Jerk!" Sam said while trying not to smile.

"Bitch!" Dean replied with a full on smirk.

I could tell that wasn't a new thing that they did with each other.

Dean put a hand on the small of my back and guided me into the kitchen, closing the door behind us. I could faintly hear Sam saying something in the living room but I tried to tune it out as I turned to face Dean. Hopefully I was about to get some answers.

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I sat myself down at one of the kitchen chairs, wincing as I did. Being thrown across the room really made you ache. I didn't think that I'd seriously hurt myself; in fact experience led me to believe that I'd just bruised my ribs. Nothing serious but it was going to hurt for a few days.

Dean was helping himself to something in the fridge as I quickly assessed myself. As I came to the realisation that it would be better to tape my ribs up completely to help with the whole moving thing, Dean slammed three beers down on the table. Taking the top off one of them and sitting down he surveyed me over the top of the rim.

I'd never had alcohol before, but I thought if ever the time called for it, it was now. Taking the top off one of the remaining beers I took a small sip, it was refreshing and bubbly, going down surprisingly well after the day that I'd had.

Dean popped his half empty bottle back on the table and leant forward in his chair, his muscular forearms resting on his knees. I had a feeling that he was looking for something as his eyes bored into my own. I don't know if he found what he was looking for but he sighed and opened his mouth.

"Okay then, guess me and Sammy owe you a thank you." He began in a deep voice.

"You're welcome." I remembered my manners. "But I'd rather have an explanation if its all the same." I said calmly, taking another sip of my beer. I eyed him warily; was he going to avoid my questions like Edward had initially done when we first met?

"Charlie didn't want you to know about what he does, what we do. He wanted to keep you safe." I took this information in. Charlie knew something? No. He couldn't have done, but I'd address that later, there were more pressing issues right now.

"Charlie's missing and he asked me to ring your dad. He obviously wants me to know something, and as for keeping me safe..." I motioned with my hand towards the front room where those two things and Sam still were. I then let out a nervous chuckle before drinking some more of my beer. I hadn't really been safe since I'd moved to this tiny backwater town two years ago.

"Yeah, that's why I'm gonna tell you." He sighed again. "This may sound crazy-"

I interrupted his little speech, like he had done with me when I'd rang yesterday. "Believe me, I'm good with crazy."

Deans eyebrows rose as though in disbelief, so I decided to tell him a little of the crazy that I was dealing with at the moment.

"There are two men in my front room, with very black eyes, that are seemingly trapped by a rug. Apparently they aren't actually human and apparently my father knows all about that." I took another sip of my beer. "I'm going to assume that most people by now would be trying to reason that they were either on drugs, having a really bad dream or that you had personally done all this." Dean nodded at that with a smirk on his face. "I just want to know what they are and how the hell you guys kill them or whatever, especially as you seem to be just two regular humans." His eyes widened at me again, it was kind of fun to shock him, I didn't think that it happened very often. "Like I said I'm good with crazy."

He nodded at me after a second, but it looked as though it was more for himself rather than for me. Picking up his beer and finishing it in one mouthful he looked me over, and I felt the familiar blush colour my cheeks. Not now Bella, pull yourself together! Mentally shaking myself I stared right back at him.

"Ok then Bella. Those two fugly guys in there are demons." Demons, as in from hell demons? Hmmm... I suppose it was kind of stupid of me to assume that werewolves and vampires were the only mythological creatures that existed. I motioned with my hand for him to continue. "Most things that your told as a child don't exist, actually do. Things that go bump in the night are real." He carried on in a cool voice. "Ghosts, Ghouls, Demons, Werewolves, Shape shifters; they're real. Your dad, my brother and me, we're among the few people who actually know the truth, and kill the evil sons of bitches."

Ok, this was starting to get strange, even for me. Before I questioned there and my dads role in all of this and my sanity, there was one question that I was dying to ask.

"How do you kill a ghost?" I mean ghosts were already dead, how did you kill them?

Dean looked gob smacked at my question, I wonder what he'd expected me to ask? He'd probably thought that I'd sit there and tell them to get the hell out of my house or something.

"Ok... Well, you fend them off with salt, preferably rock salt but anything will do, and iron, pure iron. That's while you find there remains, when you've got the remains you salt then burn them." Ok well sounded like killing a ghost wasn't all that difficult after all then. You know, if it went to plan like that anyway.

"Look, I believe you, about all the crazy." Kind of hard not too when my ex-boyfriend was a vampire. "But I'm sorry, my dad, I don't know what you've heard, he doesn't know anything about this stuff." He couldn't do, otherwise he'd have know about Jacob and the Cull... Oh crap! That was why Charlie didn't want them around anymore, or me anywhere near them, he knew that there was something wrong with them!

"How else do you explain the key of Solomon under the rug?" Dean questioned me, startling me out of my epiphany. I gave the guy one quick nod, letting him know that I'd finally caught on, before draining the rest of my beer.

Dean looked at me before getting up and fetching the last two of Charlie's beers from the fridge, passing one to me as he sat back down. I gladly accepted, it was going down well.

"Ok so down to business then." Dean said apparently cutting to the chase. "Charlie's missing." I nodded, my eyes watering slightly, what if one of the supernatural things I was just told actually existed had got to him? What the hell was I going to do? How would I get him back?

Dean leant further forward in his chair and took one of my hands in his. It was large, warm and calloused, from the work he did I guessed. It was the exact opposite of Edwards. It felt nice, like it was right, nothing unnatural, or supernatural about it.

"We will get your dad back Bella." Dean said to me sincerely looking me in the eyes, and I couldn't look away from his brilliant green eyes. Ok, I needed to snap out of this. I nodded to him not quiet trusting my voice at the moment but for some reason trusting this man, even though I'd only just met him.

"Ok." He leant back again, picking up his beer, I missed the warmth that his hand had created. "So when did Charlie leave then?"

"Last Monday." I told him in a quiet voice.

"Did he tell you where he was going?" I looked at Dean incredulously, did he really think I would have rang a complete stranger for help if I'd known where my dad was heading? And even if he had told me, I was gonna guess that he wouldn't have told me truth going by all the stuff that I'd just found out about him.

"Stupid question I guess." You think?

"Can I see the letter that Charlie left you?"

"You can, but I don't think it's going to help much." I said pulling the letter out from my jeans pocket where I'd put it when I'd changed earlier.

Dean took the letter and read the three short sentences, then brushed a hand through his short spiky hair. "Yup, you're right, doesn't help much at all." Sighing Dean stood up; "can we take a look around, he may have left something to tell us where he went?"

If these guys were just going to do what I did, then what was the point in me ringing them?

"I've already checked for maps, co-ordinates, anything, but hey you're welcome to look." I said not wanting to come across as rude.

"You sure that Charlie didn't train you?" Dean asked me with a smirk on his face.

"Pretty sure, yeah." I answered sarcastically, if my dad had trained me or whatever, I'm sure that I'd have been able to find him on my own. "What is training anyway?" I may have been being a little dense but after the day I'd just had I think that I could have been forgiven.

"Well someone's got to teach you how to do this stuff or you end up pretty dead, pretty quick." That made sense I guess.

"Where did ya find the letter?" Dean asked me, a thoughtful look on his face.

"My dads room why?"

"That's where we'll start looking then." He picked up his beer and the unopened one from the table before starting to walk to the door. I stood to follow, grabbing my own beer, but the pain in my ribs made me gasp for a second. Yeah, I'd have to strap that the first chance I got. I got a small pang as I realised that I could no longer pop over to Carlisle to do this kind of thing for me.

Dean spun to face me with concern plastered on his face. "You ok Bella?"

I smiled at him nervously, I didn't want to admit that I was in pain, sure that he wouldn't let me do anything if I did, that he'd be like Edward was. Unfortunately though I couldn't think of a lie quick enough. "Just a bruised rib or two, I've had worse." He looked me over critically, my blush returning, before he nodded and carried on into the hallway.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled into the seemingly empty house.

A second later and Sam walked through the front door, sweat dripping down his face and mud coating his lower half.

Sam looked at Dean, regret plastered on his dirty face, he muttered "they didn't make it" to his brother. Deans eyes seemed to tighten at those words but he didn't say anything, just passed the unopened beer to his brother. Sam drained half the bottle in one swallow and offered Dean a small smile that even I could recognise as 'thank you'.

Sam then turned to me and asked me in a soft comforting voice; "how are you holding up Bella?"

Before I could reply Dean spoke up. "Dude, she didn't even bat an eyelid. First thing she asked me? How to kill a ghost!" Dean sounded a little excited as he spoke, these guys were a little strange at times.

Sam's eyebrows shot up on hearing this, Dean nodded in response. "Yeah dude, I know!" He added.

I frowned at the conversation, I was fed up of being talked about like I wasn't there, especially when they were making it sound like I was a freak.

"Still here ya know!" I said my frown still on my face. "How was I suppose to act after what I'd just seen? Even my dreams aren't that messed up!"

Sam smiled brightly at me. "Normally we'd get some version of get out of my house, you two are insane." I had to chuckle at that, I guess that if had I been even remotely normal, that's how I'd have acted. But I had never been normal.

I just shrugged in response. "I told you that I was good with crazy." I stepped towards the stairs and looked over my shoulder as I started walking up them. "Well come on then, let's try and find out where the heck Charlie is." Both of the guys exchanged smiles before following me up the stairs and into Charlie's room.

"Where abouts did ya find the letter?" Sam asked as his eyes quickly took in the bland room.

"On the bed." I motioned towards the bed with my hand.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth the guys moved further into the room. Sam went and looked under the bed, but Dean went straight for the padlocked closet. Jiggiling the lock he turned to look at Sam who had come out from under the bed, dust coating his already dirty trousers. "Dude, you got the...?"

"Yeah, of course." Replied Sam taking a small bag out of his pocket and throwning it to Dean who caught it expertly. Dean then pulled a small metal tool out of the bag and went back to the lock. Seconds later and Dean had the padlock off, a smirk lighting his handsome face. "Hell yeah I'm good!" He congratulated himself.

I couldn't stand back in silence and watch this any longer. "So you're breaking into the Chief of Police's personal property? Don't you think that may get you into some trouble?"

Sam turned to face me with a sad looking smile on his face. "Charlie was the one to show us the quickest way to do that Bella." Oh, right. I really didn't know my dad at all did I?

Dean opened the door to the closet. For the first time in a very long time - if ever- I think I may have gone into shock.

The closet, wasn't a closet at all, it was another room, a small room but a room none the less. From where I was stood I could see rows and rows of shelves crammed with things, as well as a desk and chair.

There were scraps of paper, maps, pictures and newspaper clippings pinned up on every available piece of wall. I walked to the room, my mouth hanging open and my breath coming slightly quicker. There were weapons, lots and lots of weapons, not just guns, but knives and swords too. There were machines that looked homemade, some very small and some bigger than my arm. Also decorating the shelves was religious parifinalia; rosary beads, holy water, crosses, stars of David. On the very same shelves were things that looked like they were occult items, with symbols that I'd never even seen before.

"Yatzee!" Came Deans voice from behind me startling me out of my shock, I turned to him, what now? He was holding up a leather bound book that looked like a diary. I recognised it instantly, it was Charlie's journal, he never went anywhere without it, so why had he left it behind? I was starting to think that I could use another drink.

I started to leave the room, looking only at the floor so that I didn't see anymore. It wasn't that I wasn't interested, cause I really was, I couldn't wait to have a proper look around, especially at the books that my dad had, but I didn't think that I could take anymore just yet. My head was already spinning a little.

I noticed that there was a circle on the floor full of weird looking markings, like the one that was down stairs, another key of Soloman. I guess that staring at the floor wasn't the best idea either.

Instead I looked straight out of the door, only to catch sight of the back of the hidden rooms door. What I saw made me stop dead.

"Bella?" I heard my name being called from what seemed like a very long way away.

All I could focus on were the scraps of paper and the pictures that were stuck to the back of the door. They were all about 'Cold Ones' and all of the Quileietes ancient lores. To the sides were photos of all the Cullens and some of tha pack too; Jacob, Sam and Embry.

Dad knew? He knew, that's why I was on lock down! He didn't want me near any of the supernatural creatures that Forks was over run with.

"Bella!" My name came from next to me, I turned, still numb, and saw two pairs of eyes looking at me with concern.

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