A/N Wow it's been awhile… Sorry guys got all caught up in school and musicals and stuff. :) But I'm updating now! Enjoy! Song for today: Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson.
EMPOV
Rose broke out of the shock first with a screech, which broke me out of mine.
"That bitch! How dare she? The Volturi are the only thing keeping us safe!"
I turned around to face her. "And my little sister's soul is worth it? I would give up mine, if I still had one, to save her."
"No you wouldn't!" She screeched.
"Yes I would!" I retorted, furious that she would think otherwise. "Rosalie. If your siblings were here in front of you now, about to die because they saved your life, would you do anything to help them?" I said, my voice softening.
"That Sam, guy. He died. And she saved him. You have the nerve to call her a bitch? Have you looked in the mirror?" I glared at her, my wife. Why didn't she get it?
She gasped, but it was stifled by a choked sob. She looked like she wanted to throw more insults, but her mask finally cracked and I saw what she was really feeling, pain.
"How did this happen to us? We didn't do anything wrong! Especially not Edward! Why does he deserve this? Yes, he deserves happiness, but with a vampire-hunting girlfriend?" She broke down into sobs, and I kneeled on the ground next to her, just holding her close. The rest of the family watched, Edward with a small look of shock on his face.
Rosalie just kept chanting "why" over and over, and I couldn't help but ask the same question, but who was listening?
BPOV
Staking out was getting boring.
We were sitting in the closest town to the barn where Jasper and I took out our vampires. Sam and Dean were almost here, and I was bored as hell. So what do I do when I get bored? I sat up from the bed I was laying down on and asked, "Hey Jasper, do you have a laptop?"
He gave me a weird look. "No, I don't. Why? What do you need it for?" I grinned at him. Then, a thought struck me. What if the reason they were so afraid of us was because they thought we only hunted vampires?
"You know how we're demon hunters right? Not just vampire hunters?" I asked, wondering how much he knew about us.
"No, I didn't. I only thought there were vampire hunters." He replied totally mystified.
My eyes widened as I figured it out. The Cullen's were afraid of us because they thought we were vampire hunters. I shook my head violently.
"No! We specialize in ghosts and ghoulies. And other creatures like that. We sometimes fight vampires, but we're not the best at hunting them. Believe me there are better vampire hunters." I shuddered thinking of Gordon.
"That's impossible! Those things don't exist!" he argued, and I laughed at his point.
"But aren't you a mythical creature? And what about the Quileutes? There are a lot of horrible things out there, things that kill. That's what I needed the laptop for. I was going to look for a hunt, but since you don't have one, c'mon." I said, still slightly chuckling at Jasper's awed face.
We got into the stolen car and drove to the nearest electronics store, which was half an hour away. Why did the vampires always hide out in the nowhere towns? I thought to myself bitterly. Couldn't they hide in the cities? Well, some do, but not the ones we're looking for.
Once we got into the store I walked over to the laptops, and saw it, the perfect laptop.
It was sleek, black, new, and the best part? The top part of it had little white ghosts.
I laughed as I went up to the desk and asked for it.
The salesclerk went into the back and came out with the laptop I wanted.
"That will be 2,000 dollars." He looked up at me, with a bored expression that screamed, "Get me the hell out of here!" I smiled and pulled out a fake credit card.
He swiped the card, handed me the laptop and the card, and said, "Have a nice evening, Miss Young." We walked out and got into the stolen car.
"Young. Like Angus Young?" Jasper pointed out. I smiled at him, and he just laughed.
We had been driving for about fifteen minutes when Jasper slammed on the brakes. I looked over at him, confused, but my unasked question was answered when a deer darted across the road. I noted Jasper watching it, and how his eyes turned pitch black in less than a second. More like instantly.
"Go Jasper." I stated, deadpan.
"Go where?" He replied thoroughly confused.
"Hunting. When was the last time you went? Before you joined us on our lunatic excursion? Two weeks ago? Go." I commanded. He shook his head and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "yes, mom" and took out off the door.
I laughed and started driving down the winding road.
As soon as I got to the motel where we were staying at I sat down at the table and started looking up a hunt.
"YES!" I screamed out to the still-empty room. I had finally found a hunt a few towns over. Two young girls had disappeared from their homes, with the doors and windows locked, and no sign of forced entry. I tried to look into it a little farther, but we would have to go to the actual town to get some real answers.
I smiled and sat back huffing out a huge sigh, relieved that I now had something else to do instead of just sit here in this dumpy motel and waste away.
I had just resolved to get up out of my chair and into bed when I heard the lock jiggle in the door.
Slowly, I got up, and pulled the gun out of the waistband of my jeans. Then, still moving as silently as I could, stood on the inside of the door, ready to knock whoever was trying to break in five months into unconsciousness. The door sprung open and the handle of my gun knocked creeper number one to the ground instantly and creeper number two had his face introduced to the barrel of my .45.
Then, I recognized creeper number two as my brother, Dean.
I looked down and noticed that creeper number one was also my brother, Sam. I looked up at Dean's half-shocked-half-grinning face.
He whistled, "I knew you were gonna jump out at us, but I didn't think you would knock Gigantor out with the handle of your gun. Smooth sis." He then commenced in full out laughing at Sam's unconscious body.
"You know, if I didn't recognize who you were I probably would have shot you, so I wouldn't be laughing. Now help me get Sam up onto a bed." That sobered him up quicker than a bucket of cold water.
We got Sam up on the bed, and Dean had just laid down on the couch, looking for all the world as if he was going to fall asleep, when I shoved Sam off the bed.
When that didn't work I got a bucket of ice water and dumped it onto him.
That worked.
"What! Who? Aha!" he sprung up in full on fight mode, but stopped when he saw me in a classic don't-mess-with-me-or-I'll-punch-your-face-in stance and Dean on the couch laughing his ass off at Sam.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Well, you two tried to break into my room so I knocked you out straight into yesterday, and almost shot Dean, before I noticed it was you two." I said, slightly angry.
"Oh yeah. Dean you had to make me open the door! Jerk." Sam said, directed at Dean now.
"Bitch, you agreed to do it." He replied haughtily.
"Get over yourselves jackasses, I got something for us." I told them, laughing at our little game.
"Whatcha got?" Sam said, curiosity roaring. Dean on the other hand was looking wary.
"Dean? What's up?" I said, worried for a second.
"Where's Jasper? Please tell me you didn't leave him somewhere in Arizona." He replied.
I laughed and replied, "He went hunting, hasn't gone for two weeks." Sam and Dean jumped up shocked.
"And you let him?" Dean shouted.
"What about all those innocent people?" Sam asked, just as repulsed.
"I looked at them, confused, until I grasped what they were freaking out about. So I sat down and started laughing. Hard. I was laughing so hard I didn't notice Sam and Dean drawing a devil's trap around me until they were done.
"Who are you?" Sam hissed. "Where's my sister?"
"Guys, it's me, Bella. I never left. See? I'll prove it!" I said, as I got up and walked out of the trap.
"Jasper doesn't eat humans. He hunts animals. It's why his eyes are gold." I just shook my head at them. Then I went over to my new laptop and opened up the hunt I had found.
"Found a hunt. Not to far away from here. Figured it would be better than sitting around back here." I smiled as I saw their eyes light up at the thought.
"But what about watching for the Volturi? We can't do a hunt and stake out the barn." Dean reasonably pointed out.
"But we can't have Jasper on a ghost hunt can we? As much as I love him, he doesn't know how to do it." Sam grinned and Dean's matched his. It was kinda creepy.
"Ok, so spill, what's goin' on?" Dean caved first. I laughed and started to explain to them.
Jasper came through the door right as I finished.
"Sam! Dean! You're back! What are you guys talking about?" Jasper said, as he walked toward the bathroom to change out of his bloodied clothes. Sam and Dean cringed when they saw them, so I hit them over the heads and whispered, "We have come home bloodier and with human blood."
"A hunt a few towns over." I raised my voice, so Jasper would know I was talking to him, and not my idiotic brothers. I heard him stiffen in the bathroom so I added, "It's a ghost, don't worry Jasper."
He sighed and replied, "Do you want me to keep watch? I really don't want to go kill things I can't even touch…"
I laughed. "Sure! Call us if even the smallest thing happens though." I said, warning soaking through my tone.
"Of course!" Jasper replied, as if it would be ridiculous if he didn't.
I got up and hugged Jasper when he got out of the bathroom, smiled at him, and then screamed, "SAM! Where the hell did you put my favorite shotgun?" Jasper, Sam and Dean all laughed.
"I'm serious Sam. Where did you put it when I was gone?" I said, now glaring. He shifted under my gaze and glanced at Dean.
"No way man, you set yourself up for this one."
Sam shifted in his seat again and then muttered, "I… Um… I sorta…" my glare picked up a little bit.
"You sorta what Sam?" I demanded.
"Well, I was hunting a ghost with Dean when…" The rest came out when I took a step closer. "."
I froze.
"You. Broke. My. Gun?" I said, deadpan.
"Yes?" At his fearful reply I took a deep breath and let it go.
"Then I get yours, let's go." The boys all blew out a breath that I knew they were holding.
"Don't think this has been forgotten Sam!" I called back once I had grabbed my bag and jumped into the Impala.
Dean and Sam slowly followed, Sam warily sitting in the front seat in front of me. I grinned, I could have fun with this.
And I did.
The whole way there, Sam was waiting for me to do something to him. I wasn't even planning on it, just planning on seeing him squirm.
When we got there, and in another dumpy motel, called the Shady Grove, I laughed as Sam jumped out of the car and darted in to get us checked in.
Dean, hearing my laugh, waltzed over towards me.
"You weren't planning on doing a thing to him, were you?"
"Nope!" at my confirmation of his beliefs we ended up on the ground laughing our asses off.
Sam came out just as we had caught our breaths. His fearful face just set us off again. He just rolled his eyes at us and got his bag from the trunk.
Dean and I joined him a few minutes later. As soon as I got into the room, I shoved Sam off one of the beds and yelled, "I declare this one mine!"
Sam just groaned from his spot on the floor, and Dean laughed.
I got off the bed and started digging through my duffle. It was at the bottom, but I found it. Holding it, I turned towards Dean.
Dean smirked, holding his, and we tag teamed Sammy.
"Sammy. Bells and I are going to go question the locals." Dean held up his cheap suit as I held up my pencil skirt and professional looking jacket.
"You guys suck." We both just laughed at him.
"C'mon Dean. Sam, look up the families with missing daughters. See what you can find out about them." I ordered.
"Of course Bella! What else would I do here, abandoned in this old, horrible hotel?"
Dean and I left guffawing again.
The door slammed behind me as I launched myself onto the crappy hotel bed.
"Nothing. Not even a recently deceased relative! These families are so apple pie it's ridiculous!" I voice my thoughts to a very abused pillow. But it came out as mush.
"Fucking nothing! Not even a fucking recently deceased relative! These families are so fucking apple fucking pie it's fucking ridiculous!" Dean "translated".
"I said all that already Dean! Just without the swearing. Jackass." I said.
"Bitch, knock it off, I was just trying to help." Dean retorted.
"Jerks, I think I found something." Dean and I were suddenly right next to Sam.
"What did you find Sammy?" We said. In synch. Oh yeah, we're just that good.
"There is just more than one family. Three other families have had their daughters kidnapped in the last three months. But the best part? Those families are also apple pie. Not a thing on their criminal records." I groaned. Sam and Dean groaned with me.
"Sam, we've been here for like a day, but this case is giving me a headache, come get a drink with me and help me think this out."
Sam looked ready to protest, but I cut in, "Go, Sam. When was the last time you two had a beer together?"
"Yeah, Sam! Listen to the brilliant child we call our little sister!" I laughed as Sam and Dean got up and left. Just before they disappeared altogether though, Sam called back, "Be careful, Bella!"
"Will do, Sam!" I called back, but my eyes had already returned to my laptop, so no one noticed the little break in the salt line covering the door.
DPOV
Sam and I had climbed into the Impala and took off to the nearest bar.
"I hope she'll be ok. I don't know what I would do if something happened, before…" Sam couldn't finish his sentence.
"I know, Sammy, but that's the real reason why we're going to this bar. We need to plan. How are we going to get rid of a nest this large and spread out?" I replied, finally letting the stress I felt seep into my voice.
"I don't know Dean! We have Edward out there tracking them down, but he's probably not a tracker. Then there is the fact of Jasper, he'll help us, but that's only two vampires and three hunters to their forty two? Who knows how many we will get and how many we will miss?" Sam's stress was getting to him too.
"C'mon, Sam. You need to get some alcohol into your system. You're too stressed for your own good." I retorted, hoping to distract him from his current thoughts.
He snorts at my suggestion. "Is alcohol always your solution, Dean?"
I laughed at him flat out, "Of course not! Girls and alcohol, Sammy boy, girls and alcohol."
He shook his head, "One of these days one of the girls you sleep with will be an assassin and will take you out when you're drunk and going at it." He laughed, and I shrugged.
"At least I won't remember it, and will be in sexual bliss," was my casual retort.
We had just sat down at the bar when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Dean! I figured it out! The reason these girl's were taken!" Bella's excited voice came on through the small speakers in my phone.
"Why?" I asked, my attention totally focused.
"Well, it's basically because of their apple pie lives!" She said, her voice saying I should understand immediately.
"Um, Bella, I don't get it. We know they have apple pie lives; why should that mean they get kidnapped? They should have been safe!" I answered my voice full of confusion.
"Well, you see… No. Why are you here? Go away! How did you get in here? The salt… NO! Dean! Sam! DEAN, HELP ME! GET THE GIRL! GET–" My baby sister's voice cut out, and my brotherly instincts that told me to protect Sam and Bella screamed at me to get going.
I grabbed Sam's arm and dragged him to the Impala, my phone forgotten on the bar table in the rundown bar.
"Dean? Dean, what's wrong?" Sam's desperate voice rang out from where I was dragging him.
"That was Bella." I said, urgency roaring as I practically threw Sam into the car and take off towards our hotel.
"And? She figured it out! That must be it! But it's not. Dean what happened?" Sam's voice went from questioning to excited to extremely worried in seconds as he talked.
"She did figure it out, but, before she could explain it to me she started shouting at someone and shouted for my help. Then the line cut." I was so worried I could barely get the words out.
"No. Bella no!" Sam shouted to himself.
"Sam! Stop. Bella. Is. Fine." I said, but it was more for my benefit than his.
Sam just kept muttering things to himself.
I pulled into the motel lot seconds later. We raced up to our motel room and noted the closed door. We slowly opened the door, and gasped.
The room was an absolute disaster, almost as if someone had swept through with a wild gust of wind from one of those giant fans you see in movie sets.
Then I notice something that almost kills me. There's a break in the salt line at the door. Something supernatural got my sister! And it was the same supernatural thing taking all these other girls!
While, I was standing there in shock, Sam slowly walked over to Bella's laptop. It was the only thing that was still functional.
He opened up the screen and swore.
"What, Sam? What took our baby sister? What am I going to throw straight into Hell?" I demanded, fury running through my whole body at this point.
"Alisa Phrane. That's her name. The ghost's. She was found in her home, beaten to death, or in better words, her father abused her until she died. The little girls who were kidnapped had apple pie lives, were happy, their dad's weren't beating them to death. The kicker though is they were Alisa's best friends." Sam's empathetic side kicked in and he started to feel sorry for the girl, I could see, until he looked up and noticed the room, and remembered this bitch stole our sister.
"Why did she take Bella then?" I asked.
"Well, all the other families in this town have criminal records, or are divorced, meaning their family isn't happy, but ours… We love her, she loves us, and I guess the little girl would be jealous of us as well…"
"That's why! Hurry up, Sam, Find everything there is to know about this little girl."
BPOV
I woke up in a cellar of some sorts.
When my eyes opened, I saw all of the little girls who had been kidnapped. Out of three only two looked alive.
I crawled over to them and my suspicions were right.
The little girls cried out when they saw me. "No, it's okay, I'm here to help you get out of here."
The smallest of the two left alive called out to me, "NO! Don't try to open the door, Alisa will get mad. She already killed Tawny, because… because…" The poor girl couldn't even get her words out, but I knew what happened.
Tawny was scared and tried to get out, but a raging five-year-old didn't want her to leave, so she got a little too violent.
Then I heard the most chilling call I've ever heard a ghost make.
"Aliiiiiisssssaaaaaa. Alisa? Where are you? Mommy wants to have some fun!"
It chilled me to the bone, but mostly because I was wrong. Alisa was probably safe in heaven. Her mother on the other hand… I remember seeing her in the crime scene as I searched up her daughter. The mother's name was Alisa too, so I could see my mistake. Alisa Jr.'s father was sent to jail for something her mother did!
"Alisa!" The mother floated into the room, her yellow hair looking greasy, and white nightgown ripped and dotted with spots of blood, her daughter's blood most likely.
Her soulless eyes landed on me.
"You're not Alisa. Who are you?" She stared at me with her head cocked before she grinned at me.
"Oh, I know. Isabella Mary Winchester. Such a pretty name… My daughter had my name too… You know, Isabella, your mother died in vain. She saved you from Azazel yes, but she did it on accident. She calls out to me now, telling me to make you suffer like she did."
"No." I called out, even as the ghost called out one of my greatest fears. "She loved me and my brothers!"
"Oh, and your brothers? No honey, you're sorely mistaken. She hated you, taught your brothers to hate you too. And your father? He died for Dean. If you were the one dying he couldn't have cared less!"
"NO! That's a lie!" I cried out, tears running down my face, but I had to keep her focused on me, not the little girls.
"Honey, I'm just trying to be like the mother you never had! You should love me, not them!" I know see why she beat her daughter to death, her daughter didn't like her mom.
"Never!" I then picked up the iron rod laying next to me and swung it at her. She disappeared right away.
The little girls whimpered. The bigger one then spoke, "She will get angry at you for that you know. Alisa's not very nice. She tried to tell us that our mommy's don't love us. That she does. But then she hurts us!" the girl was crying now.
"It's okay, sweetie. I'll get you back to your mommy's and daddy's okay?" They just sniffled and nodded, but as the younger one was about to speak I was hit across my back, my only protection flying into the cellar door, and sticking there.
"How dare you hit your mother like that?" Alisa Sr. screeched.
"You're not my mother! You couldn't care less!" the ghost's gaze almost softened, but I saw the hard glint in the back of her eyes, she was glad to put me in pain.
"I care a lot more than your brothers! They're glad you're leaving! They were ready for you to go the moment you were born! They lived without you when you went missing, why can't they live with you when you're dead for good?" The ghost was tearing my heart to bits. Then the ghost hit me with the glass jar that was sitting on a rack in the corner.
"Once you join me we can be so happy together!" The ghost crowed sadistically.
"Never!" I choked out through the pain that was searing through my leg.
"But, it would be better than thinking about your ex-boyfriend and your would-be-family honey! He ran off the moment he had a chance to!" She threw another glass jar at me. At least not the little girls.
Then, almost as if I had willed it the younger one raced over to me, as if to protect me.
"Oh! Little Kari has come to play too! Isabella you can have a little sister!" a jar came soaring at Kari, and I jumped in front of it. I bent down and whispered in Kari's ear, "Get back with your friend, I'll keep you safe."
"No! Please, don't die like Tawny!" I pushed her, and her friend grabbed her and held her tight.
"Bitch, I would never see you as my mother." The ghost whipped toward me, a huge wooden stick whipping with her. It trapped my leg and I screamed out.
"Yes, scream, it means you love me!" the ghost bitch laughed, and then crowed louder in delight when she saw what fell out of my waistband.
"You brought a toy! Oh boy, honey, now we can be together forever!" My .45 shot up into the air, and it was aimed at me.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, "SAM! DEAN! PLEASE HELP ME!" Then a huge bang, and my world faded into darkness.
Damn. How's that for a cliffhanger? I figured you would want to know how their mother ended up dying if it wasn't over Sam's crib. You know if I get up to thirty reviews I might update faster… Anyway! Tell me what you think! Do you like it? Do you not like it? Are you pissed at me for not updating? I am, and I hope for more updates soon guys!
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~longandblonde
