Chapter 7 - In His Eyes
Thursday
Shadows weighed heavy under her eyes as Faith read the email for the third time without comprehension. She pulled the glasses from her nose and ran a hand down her face. Maybe another cup of coffee. She glanced at her mug. Four cups before 10am was a bit much even by Faith's coffee addiction standards. Tomorrow's Friday. Just gotta tough it out to the weekend.
She leaned heavily over her desk propping her chin in her left hand. The bandage on her right arm was concealed by a light sweater which was completely unnecessary in the current climate. Sleep had evaded her the remainder of the previous night. So, she let her eyes slide close for just a moment.
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"Dean, wake up. We've got to find that nest this afternoon." The tall figure hovered for a moment before stepping back into indistinction.
Hands rubbing sleepy eyes, the gravely voice answered slowly, "K, I'm up. What's for breakfast?"
The blurred figure answered...
Cold water splashing on the face. Towel drying the moisture away. The face in the mirror. Messy hair. Lips parted. Jawline with the shadow of a few days' growth. Tan. Freckles across the nose. Captivating green eyes staring. Unblinking. Unmoving.
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Faith's elbow slid off the desk beneath the weight of her dozing form. A small smile played across her lips as she resumed consciousness. Well, at least this one didn't scare the crap out of me. I should seriously consider a therapist. Hot damn...those eyes! She adjusted in her seat and attempted to read the email in front of her one more time. Definitely going to skip kickboxing. I'll never survive. Coach would kick my ass and then hand it to me on a freaking silver platter!
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Faith stepped through the doorway with water dripping from her entire form and unceremoniously deposited all her belongings on the bench. "No singing tonight, Mr. Flip." She mumbled to her tiny pet as she shuffled to the bedroom in search of dry clothes. The weather had turned from blazing hot to pouring rain in a matter of minutes. As she peeled off the soaking layers, the pulsing headache she had ignored all day settled in with a jarring thud and a distinct feeling of being watched struck. She glanced around the bedroom, but nothing was out of place. Slowly she dressed, made her way to the laundry room, and dropped her saturated wardrobe in the wash. Stepping back into the kitchen she could hear the patter of rain on the window, the washing machine filling with cold water, and Mr. Flip pushing a rock around his tank...and the faint roar of an engine. The subtle beat of a bass note thumped and a faint but distinct electric guitar strummed as a soundtrack to the melody of sounds already filtering into the room. "It's got to be the neighbors." Faith said with complete conviction and a touch of anger. She marched to the front door and pulled it open. There was no car in the driveway across the street. To the left was a minivan and on the right her elderly neighbor with the white Crown Vic was just walking in the front door. Faith slammed the door, bolted it shut, and turned to the empty house, "What the hell?!"
"That's it! Somebody has slipped something in my coffee and I'm tripping!" Her voiced raised angrily as she gestured wildly.
Storming off to the bathroom, Faith cued up AC/DC Highway to Hell intent on ignoring the oncoming panic. If she could just stay angry maybe the fear would stay at bay. She pulled her hair down and let the damp wavy tresses fall around her face just past her shoulders. Bracing her hands on the counter she leaned into the mirror and stared into her own eyes looking for answers. Instead she saw deep green reflecting back at her. Her heart began to beat wildly, blood thumping in her ears, but she mentally refused to back down. Her eyes began to burn as she stared into the pools of green swimming before her. Visions filled her mind with battles, and struggles, and indescribable horrors, monsters with red eyes and razor sharp teeth, black fire burning flesh, deals with a black eyed man, death, and a young boy with a baby in his arms watching a house burn to the ground. The emotions overwhelmed her forcing her eyes to close. Involuntary tears slipped silently down her cheeks as she inhaled a shaky breath. What is happening to me?
After a thorough search of her small home and another dose of over the counter pain meds for the headache she climbed into bed with absolute dread. She laid wide awake hearing and seeing nothing for hours. As her vigilance waned she drifted into a light sleep only to be startled awake by the sound of fire. The crackling and crashing emanating from the living room was only slightly louder than the pounding in her head. In panic she stumbled through the open bedroom door catching herself on a wooden beam. Flames licked at the walls on the far end of the wooden structure. Her mind raced with fear and her legs buckled at the display before her. As her knees landed on the dirt and scattered hay a scream tore from her throat rattling her entire being.
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Dean involuntarily dropped to his knees as the screaming sound waves crashed over him drowning out the roar of the fire. His machete fell to the ground as he clutched his ears and squeezed his eyes shut trying to push the invading force from his mind.
Disclaimer & Writers notes: I do not own or have rights to Supernatural or any of it's characters. Faith, on the other hand, is all mine. It's about to get interesting. Big things coming in the next couple of chapters.
Enjoy, beautiful people! xo,Jen