AN: Hi! Sorry for the title change, I felt like the old one wasn't clicking with me as well as the new title. Well, thank you so much for reading and have a great day! And don't forget to review my story.
~spitfireSeraphim
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
I ONLY OWN MY WORDS
No time like summertime, I thought to myself as I sprawled across the small balcony of my apartment. I had braided my golden hair back but it was so long that it fell across my hip. A knock on the door startled me and I stood up in my high-waisted black jean shorts and blue and white striped v-neck. Another pound on the door made me hurry up.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I slid the chain off of the door and unlocked it to see two tall men both in suits. One had short blonde-brown hair and green eyes and the taller one longer brown hair with deep brown eyes.
"I'm Agent Murdock, this is my Partner Agent Stiles," The shorter one, who still must have been at least 6 foot flashed his FBI badge at me and so did his partner, "We'd like to ask a few questions, it's Alice Knightley, right?"
"Yes, Agent, um may I ask what these questions are about?" I let them in and locked the door behind them. I swung over to the fridge to get some drinks.
"Yes, just ordinary questions about-" The taller one, Stiles sat down, "your family and how you got into MIT,"
"My family's all dead," I spoke as I set down the beers on the small table, "An I got into MIT all on my intellect, thank you,"
"Where did you live previous to Massachusetts then?" Murdock sat down as well and smiled as he took a swig of beer.
"New York," was my snappy response.
"Where in New York and what High School did you attend?" Agent Stiles pressed.
"Tribeca Prep, and I can't recall what area of New York I lived in sorry," I stretched and yawned, appearing that I was tired and sleepy.
Agent Murdock leaned forward, the stubble on his jaw distracting, "And what happened to your parents?"
I snapped back into aggression, "What's more important is how real those fake badges look, I've got to hand it to you, you almost fooled me," I looked up at both of their stunned faces, "If I hadn't heard you halfway down the hall, Dean,"
"But-I uh," Dean looked mystified.
"Don't splutter, it's unattractive. Look, I know why you Winchesters are here, and it wasn't me, alright? So run along on your little witch hunt, and leave me alone," I motioned them towards the door.
"What are you?" Sam looked genuinely interested.
"None of your business," I grabbed a beer by the bottle neck and brandished it, "Now, I want you two out of my apartment before I count to ten,"
Dean and Sam were sitting in a small diner booth eating their breakfast after a week of being in town with no leads whatsoever.
"I say that we grab genius girl and get some answers out of her, she obviously knows what's going on in Coolsville," Dean shoveled more eggs into his mouth.
"We should probably go to her apartment first, see if there's anything that can tell us if she's human or not," Sam looked at Dean over the top of his computer.
"Fiiiiine," Dean mumbled with a full mouth.
"Would you boys like a pig in a poke?" The cheery waitress bustled over.
"Yes pl-"
"NO! Uh, I mean, no thank you," Sam smiled nervously at the bemused woman.
After paying the bill under the name "Harold FitzPatrick" Sam and Dean drove over to the apartment building just in time to see Knightley walk out of the building in khaki shorts and a red tank top with bright blue converse high-tops. Her long red hair was free this time and its loose curls reached to her hips. But she did have really strange black streaks in her hair.
Dean whistled to himself, "I gotta say, I hope she's human, or else it'd be a damn shame,"
Sam flicked him and exited the Impala, carefully crossing the street once Knightley turned the corner carrying her black Jansport backpack. Looking behind him he saw Dean striding across in his suit and Sam fixed his hair so he looked a little more "FBI" and not "Hey I'm impersonating the FBI".
They both flashed their badges at the front desk, and continued straight up towards Knightley's room. Sam quickly and efficiently picked the lock and slowly opened the door. The both entered, guns on-hand.
"Look in the fridge," Sam pointed as be entered the only other room, her bedroom, "I'll check in here,"
"Figures, he gets dig through her panties, I get grub duty," Dean grumbled. He carefully opened the fridge and poked around in it, he only found a couple of beers, some sushi rolls, and rice. 23 bowls of rice.
Sam came up behind Dean and whistled, "That's a lot of rice," he picked up a grain and ate it, "It's fresh too, I'd say all of it is fresh,"
"So what, Knightley eats 2 tons of rice a day?" Dean said doubtfully, "She's a poor college student, it would make sense to make it in bulk,"
Sam shrugged, "Except, I found something else," He turned into the bedroom with Dean on his heels, "For one thing, there's fur everywhere, she's does a good job cleaning but it's there,"
"Dog? Maybe a cat?" Dean really hoped she was human.
"I checked, the building doesn't allow pets, and I found these," He pulled open a drawer on her cheap dresser and inside were hundreds of strips of paper with red Asiatic script on them, "Japanese talisman, I sent a few pictures to Bobby to se what he can dig up, and finally," Sam paused.
"Dude, what?" Dean was becoming more impatient as the chances that the hot chick was human steadily sunk.
"I found something in her closet," Sam slowly folded open the screen doors. Inside was some sort of shrine.
"Dammit, I was this close!" Dean groaned as they got on their knees to inspect the shrine. It was small, its most defining features were the statuette of a woman riding a golden fox with nine tails and empty bowl set in front of it, "Well at least, there don't seem to be any blood sacrifices, but what's up with the bowl?"
Sam carefully picked it up, "I think it's...Tupperware?" It was definitely plastic, "Wait, this is just like the bowls of rice in the fridge!"
Dean looked sideways at Sam in full bitch-face mode, "Really? Since when have we ever come across a 'god' that demands rice as tribute?"
Sam's phone rung and they closed up the closet, "Hey Bobby,"
"Sam, where are you?" Bobby's voice was urgent.
"Um, in Knightley's apartment?" Sam answered hesitantly.
"Get out of there! It's a kitsune, you need to leave now!"
"Wait, wait, wait, what's a 'kitsune'?" Sam didn't seem impressed.
"It's a Japanese fox deity, depending on whether she's a messenger of Inari, she could be very dangerous or very helpful, but she's not gonna like you poking through her stuff!" Bobby was serious.
"Why?"
"She's a fox and a female you idjit! Now, if you can find her ball then get out of-" Bobby's voice cut off as the phone was flung from Sam's hand.
The two brothers slowly turned to see Alice Knightley standing in the door-way of her room. Except she didn't look like how she normally did. Huge black fox ears had sprouted from her head among her red hair and eight huge white-tipped red fox tails fanned out behind her. Knightley bared her razor-sharp fox fangs and growled.
"I told you two to leave," She snarled.
