Sorry it took me so long to post a new chapter….was at my dads place and his com wont let me do that. One thing I got to correct is Damon and Chris's last name I made a spelling error its Salvatore not Salvador…sorry.

March 27th 2009 10:35pm

"I'm getting to old for this," I groaned as I slowly climb out of an old tunnel into a creepy dark basement of an old trashed house and then pulled all the cobwebs off. "Alright I'm looking for an old dagger with a ruby in the handle." I muttered to myself as I pulled out my journal to look at the picture of the dagger. Then closed it and tossed it back into my old backpack and started looking through all the boxes in the basement.

"SON OF A BITCH! WHAT'S WITH ALL THESE SPIDERS!" I screamed jumping back as twenty somewhat spiders rushed out from the box. After they dispersed, I quickly poked my head inside then slammed the box shut again.

******5 minutes later******

"Okay not down here, so that just leaves all of upstairs." I whispered quietly to myself after pulling my long blonde hair into a neat ponytail. I looked up and saw rickety old stairs leading out of the basement to the main floor. I started up the stairs while pulling out my hand-gun. I stopped when she heard a loud crack only to find that the stairs were starting to fall apart so I quickly bolted up the remaining stairs and jumped onto the landing of the main floor. After coughing a lung out for a few minutes I slowly got to my feet and grabed my bag and handgun that I'd dropped. I looked around the main floor only to find the dagger hanging in an old frame above the fireplace; I dropped my bag on the floor and sprinted towards the fireplace and placed her gun on the mantle and reached for the frame but stopped in my tracks when I heard a voice.

"MINE!" hissed a woman. I turned around to see a tall, dark brown haired woman in an old 1890's ball gowned standing at the top of the left staircase. I reached for my gun and pointed it at her as she walked down the stairs toward me. Her fingers turned into claws with sharper than sharp nails. I fired my gun at her then grabbed the frame and smashed it to the ground. After that, I grabbed the dagger just as her sharp claws dug into my right shoulder. I screamed while she lifted me. She flung me so hard into a wall; it caused me to fly straight through it.

"I'M STARTING TO GET REALLY TIRED OF YOU CRAZY PHYSCO BITCHES THROWING ME THROUGH WALLS!" I screamed as I slowly sat up clutching the dagger.

"Give me back what is mine!" The girl hissed as she appeared in front of me. All of a sudden she claws her across the face then let out another loud hiss of anger when I ran through her and bolted over to my backpack. I clutched it tight as I run to the basement. I pulled out a flask of gasoline from my bag and dropped it. It shattered into a billion little pieces as I jumped down passed the broken steps into the basement.

"Lighter, lighter where is my stupid lighter." I moan as I dropped the dagger into my bag. I then frantically started to search through my bag for my lighter. The girl clawed me and I screamed when I felt the sharp claws run across my back and I grabbed the dagger and whipped it around and stabbed the ghost in the stomach hoping the dagger was made of iron. I watched in shock when a blue light erupts from the ghost. Then dust fell to the floor.

"Well I guess I wont be needing that lighter after all." I said with a sigh of relief. I put the dagger back in my bag and paused. I picked up the Canucks lighter off the floor and shook my head in disbelief as I walked over to the tunnel to climbing back down.

******2 hours later******

"I've never met someone who get injured on a hunt as much as you do." Bobby Singer said as he finished stitching up me shoulder. I was staring over at the knife I just retrieved.

"Other hunters usually partner up though, I'm on my own." I replied.

"What's so special about this knife?" Bobby asked as he places a bandage on my cut.

"Well it turned that ghost back there into dust…literally but other then that I have no clue." I answered as I stood up while gently flexes my shoulder to make sure everything was in working condition.

"Are you ever going to tell me who you're working for?" Bobby asked while he wandered to the kitchen and grabbed two beers and then returned.

"I wish I could Bobby, but I'm not allowed to," I said as I pulled out my journal from my backpack.

"Chris...I love you like you are my own daughter but these secrets are getting to dangerous for our health. You keep turning up at my house bleeding. You're going to get yourself killed one day!" Bobby shouted but you could hear the concern in the tone of his voice.

"I'm being as careful as I can Bobby; and I promise you will be the first person I tell when I'm allowed too." I assured him, "Bobby have you gotten any closer into figuring out how she blocked my number from all your phones?" I asked as he handed me a beer.

"No. I can't find the loop hole. When are you going to tell the boys about everything?" Bobby asked.

"Not yet! Besides I don't have enough proof. But when I do I'll tell…I'll show them everything." I said while I opened my delectable chilled beer and took a drink from it.

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