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One last disclosure- I do NOT own Supernatural, 'Wasting Time'-Thirsty Merc, Poltergeist, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.
I DO own Marjue Winchester, Alec Warran, Trinity, Aiden, Matt, Axenn Winchester and Nil Winchester.
Addy Winchester and Lycire Swan belong to AriaCloudrunner.
I hurried after him, all to aware that being alone in this house was as dangerous as following Alec. Maybe almost as dangerous.
I couldn't fall in love.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I COULDN'T fall in love.
My parents had the set up right.
Liz and Dean would've had the set up right.
This guy was human.
Humans in love with hunters got hurt.
I couldn't love him.
"Back for more?" He said smugly as I caught up to him, pale as a ghost.
I said nothing, and he scowled at my silence as we walked briskly back to the room.
'All is fair, I'm tryin'a make you notice me but you don't care'
The tone echoed down the corridor, and I glanced down briefly to see Alec's hand in his pocket, the faint blue glow alerting me that he'd set the tone off.
I felt my face turn scarlet and I wasn't sure why.
I pulled ahead of Alec a little, desperate to get into the door that was so close.
There was the sound of smashing glass, and I spun with a gasp to see a photo frame collide with the wall, the sharp shards of glass falling dangerously close to Alec's head. He stopped in his tracks, looking shocked, and quickly closed off the song on his phone.
We stood for several shocked seconds in the silence, and shared a look of 'ohmygoodness-that-was-close'. Standing alert, I saw over his shoulder another frame, floating along in midair towards us. It was almost mesmerising, and when it reached us, I didn't see the danger until it swung out in a wide arc and recognised how the other frame had viciously shattered against the wall. Except this time it was aligned with Alec's head.
From my stunned stupor, I snapped into action and grabbed the collar of Alec's shirt, acting as a pivot to swing him around me.
Throwing him into the door, I used his weight to swing myself round aswell, sending us both tumbling to the floor in the safe room.
Relief washed over me until my mind slowed enough to realise I was lying underneath Alec.
"Giit off me!" I drawled, shoving him off.
Then Addy's hands were helping me up, but I could feel the tremors of her silent laughter.
"Shut up." I hissed under my breath at her.
"Did you get the stuff?" I heard Matt say, his voice still a personification of pain.
"Yeah." Alec said, his tone telling the room that he got a little bit more than a bundle of herbs. I wanted to skin him on the spot. I refused to look at her, feeling her smirk boring into the side of my face.
"Well," The oblivious voice of Aiden came "Lets get started then."
Either Matt had excellent spatial skills, or the hurt boy had counted out the salt grain-for-grain. The four little piles were so even, I could have kissed him. With a tinge of embarrassment, I threw that thought from my mind.
Addy lobbed the velvet at me from where she stood cutting up string to tie the bundles up with.
Bringing out my knife I roughly sliced it into four squares.
"Has the salt been purified?" I asked.
"assuming pronunciation isn't crucial…" Addy said, apparently reliving amusing memories of Matt's attempts at Latin.
"It should do." I replied, and piled the salt on to the bags.
Alec brought me the sage, deliberately brushing my hand as he gave it to me. He seemed amused by the jolting reaction his touch sent through me. I bit my lip and began to crush up the sage, the smell floating about the room and instantly creating a sense of calm and safety.
Salt? Check. Sage? Check. Purification? Check. In a bag? Check. Now all we needed was the pure sacrifice of blood. Luckily it was only a poltergeist and we didn't need to kill anyone.
Glancing around the group, I nodded to Addy.
I couldn't do this myself. I still didn't quite have the stomach.
"What's wrong?" Alec's voice was filled with concern. He seemed to be the only one to pick up on my hesitation.
"I have to give a blood sacrifice to the bags." I sighed.
"Wait. You don't have to… kill… yourself, do you?" Aiden said. Matt gave him an 'ohmygod-you-idiot' look, but I smiled at him.
"No. I don't have to die. It's only a little blood."
"Then what's your problem?" he said, and Matt hit him this time.
"In case I look like an emo kid, let me inform you that self-mutilation is not something I practice very often, you eedjet." I said, briefly mimicking our oldest family friend, Bobby.
Addy walked over with her knife, looking very much like an executioner.
"Wait." Alec's hand rested on my arm where I had exposed it for the knife.
"Let me." He said, gently pushing me aside.
Was he for real?
He was seriously going to let Addy stick a knife in his arm just because I wasn't good with my own blood?
My hero.
Addy shrugged at me, and fast but gently, slit a scarlet line across his forearm.
He sucked in air as the blade peirced his skin, but tilted his head up defiantly. His eyes met mine, and he regained a calm gaze. I silently thanked him.
The blood dripped onto the bags, seeping into the salt or nestling in beads on the sage leaves. As Addy moved on, I set about tying up each little bundle of godly power.
"Well, that was the easy part done." I chirped, thrilled that there was no annoying gash on my arm.
"That was the easy part?" Alec whined. "Try being me!"
"I have." I told him, less cheerful. "And thanks."
He nodded at me, as Addy finished trying a strip of cloth around the seeping wound.
"Now we have to get them into the walls."
We decided to stick together as a group. As Aiden had so delicately put it-
"More people for the poltergeist to pick off"
The west and east walls came without a problem. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Addy and I shared a silent conversation, debating the fact that there was probably some kind of supernatural ambush waiting at the north or south wall.
We edged warily to the south wall.
"Didn't you say we'd be attacked or something?" Aiden asked.
"Yes… I don't know what's going on…" I replied.
"Maybe it's gone…" Alec supplied, but I could tell by his tone it was just wishful thinking.
"Not likely. It's probably setting up a death trap for us all." Addy, as upfront as ever, caused Aiden to gulp.
"That's reassuring." Alec sneered.
"Would you rather I didn't warn you and let you just walk into it?" Addy retorted.
That shut Alec up.
The south wall also gave us no trouble, making me even more wary than before.
The trip to the north wall seemed to take forever. Every creak, every moan, and we all froze, magic bubbling at my fingertips.
But we made it all the way to the lounge room without so much as a oogedy-boogedy.
The door of the lounge creaked maliciously, sounding like a bad horror movie.
Spider webs coated the walls, and the only furniture aside from some empty cardboard packing boxes was an old musty couch, that may once have been yellow.
I had the last of the bags in my hand, and I was gripping it so tightly, that I could feel a small amount of Alec's blood dripping down my fingers.
Addy slunk over to the wall, and wiped a few of the spider webs away. In one swift motion, she cut a small hole in the shape of a cartoon ghost with her tooth blade.
"Always the artist." I laughed.
She grinned at me.
"Just put the bag in so we can get out of-"
Matt's scream stopped us in our tracks. I took a few steps forward, but realised it was too late. Blood was spurting from a gash across Matt's throat, and he crumpled to his knees.
Aiden let out a small choking sound, and backed up against the wall. Without so much as a 'cya' he bolted out the door, where it was only a matter of seconds before he himself erupted in screams of agony that were followed by a dark silence.
Trembling, I dimly realised that I was holding our saviour. Addy's voice was muted as she yelled at me to give her the bag.
Then the world seemed to turn to slow motion.
I saw the floating knife before me, turning in an antagonising-ly majestic way to face me. It began to zoom toward me at a frightening speed, and I'd lined it's path up with my heart before I had even registered that it would hit me. I was too numb to move.
But oh well.
I was an elf.
The knife would pierce my heart and then I could pull it out. With my elvish metabolism, the damage would be healed to a non-fatal point before I'd lost enough blood to do any permentant damage.
Sure, I'd fall unconscious.
Sure it would leave a scar that would hinder me for the rest of my life.
But I'd live.
But what really ripped my heart out was the sight of Alec launching himself between me and the knife.