Chapter Six
The bells above the shops door chimed as footsteps soon followed, a dark shadow crept over the counters and collection of books towards Mr. Nikolsky whose face was buried in the restoration of several amulets straight from Vatican City.
"I'm sorry, we're closed" the old man says never looking up from his stool, oblivious to the shadow which swept over him, "Didn't you hear what I-" he starts to say looking up towards the patron only to change his tone at the sight of an FBI badge staring back at him, "On second thought, I think I could keep the shop open for a few minutes…" the small Russian man slips off his bifocals which resembled those belonging to Benjamin Franklin's.
The agent with shaggy hair slipped the badge back into his coat pocket, "My partner and I were wondering if you've seen a young girl stop by, she may have been searching for a knife with unique symbols on the blade."
"I'm just a simple shopkeeper, what do I know about weapons and strange symbols." he turns towards the dusty book stacks with the two agents following behind him.
"For a shopkeeper, you collect of mystical items…" the shaggy haired agent says pointing towards several protection amulets which hung in the middle of the small brass wind chimes, "This amulet is Hungarian and if I'm not mistaken…it's designed to shield this location."
Nikolsky paused with a small chuckle emerging from his throat as he turned to face the two agents, "She was right to trust you…Samuel."
The shaggy haired agent's eyes went wide at the realization that their cover was blown, "How-"
He cuts off Sam before the question was finished, "There are many things that I know about the Winchester and Price family, its not a surprise that Arthur's girl would befriend you and Dean." he moves past the two brothers towards the register, "This is where Arthur met your father back when you were just children, they were hunting the same beast and decided to hunt it together…" his wither old hands snatch the small photo from the wall and slides it over the counter towards the Dean and Sam.
To their surprise, the picture showed a younger version of their father with Arthur Price alongside him as they sported off their arsenal of weapons, one of which was the knife which was clasped tightly in Arthur's hand.
"Is this what she came here looking for?" Dean questions showing the knife to Nikolsky, who had slipped on his bigger glasses and smiled in response.
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An eerie feeling crept over the small cemetery, small patches of fog hovered over the small pond near the mausoleums as the roar of a motorcycle echoed in the distance.
'This is a really bad idea, Kat.' The thought crosses her mind while she pulls to a stop and dismounts with her knife securely placed in its sheath which was attached to her worn tattered belt, 'This how all horror movies start out, pretty girl alone in a dark place while the killer stalks her from the shadows.'
The gravel crunched with each step she took towards the row of tombstone that seemed to call to her by an unknown force, with each step she minded her surroundings, always cautious in the event that someone or something will pop out of the shadows in attack mode.
It seemed the pull grew stronger as she stepped closer towards a small rusted gate leading to a private family lot where many people would bury their parents together and the past generations beforehand.
"I was wondering when you'd put the pieces together and come here" a deep Cajun accent called out to her from the darkness, "Feels almost like someone important is buried here." a man almost identical to her age up, standing at 6'2" with a muscular structure which was hidden behind that dark suit he wore emerged from the shadows.
"Who are you?"
The man smirks at the comment, "My foster parents named me Derek, not really a name that strikes fear into the hearts of people but you cant really decide things when you drool and wear a diaper."
Moonlight cast a small light over the young man's features, revealing that he dirty blonde hair like her and a pair of piercing blue eyes which were now completely turned black signaling that he was in fact…a demon.
With quick action she pulled out her knife ready to slice and dice the creature in front of her, but it seemed that Derek was much more faster then the average demon.
"Is that anyway to treat your older brother?" his smirk grew when the knife fell from her hands and the look in her eyes were priceless, "Not really the reunion I was hoping for, but it'll have to do." he picks the knife up and examines the fine craftsmanship of the steel blade.
"My father never told me about having a brother, let alone that he was a demon."
Derek looked from the blade back towards the young hunter, "Well, it seems that our dear mother Melinda had an affair before ever meeting Arthur Price… she had me out of wedlock and naturally sent me to an orphanage where I was kicked around from foster home to foster home." his grip on the knife tightens and the darkness in his eyes seems to grow darker.
"So why now? After all these years…why track me down?"
Derek stepped closer to her, "Its very simple…" he backhands Kat causing her to fall with a loud thud in the wet grass, "I want you dead."
The cheap leather of his shoes pressed against her throat, "But not before having a little fun." he removes his foot and hauls her up by the lapels of her tattered jean jacket before smashing her against the mausoleum wall where he punched her several times until blood emerged.
Satisfied by the sight of her pain, Derek smashed his head into her and watched as her body slumped down to the floor, "Hard to believe that were related…" he walks over and picks up her knife, "I thought you'd put up more of fight before plunging your father's knife into your gut, but I guess that was just a fantasy of mine…." he squats down in front of her while pressing the tip of the blade to her neck as he began to trail the sharp blade over skin.
The demon's face brushes against hers, feeling the essence of her scent was over him in ecstasy, the blackness of his eyes appear in the moonlight as he stares at her with that wicked smile of his.
"I can smell what you are… the blood running through your veins is different from everyone else's." he runs his hands over her face to savor the smell of the blood dripping from her temple, "How does it feel? When you unleash all that hate inside?" he pauses, "You feel dirty but at the same time there's a part of you that likes it."
Kat struggles against him, "Go back to hell, you evil son of a bitch!" she spits in his face causing the demon to back hand her.
"No sense in hiding anymore, the pleasure of killing excites you but it will only grow until finally you stop hunting creatures like me and turn against the humans…" he leans towards her whispering, "The rush you'll get is beyond anything you've ever imagined."
She struggles against the blade now pressed at her neck, "The only rush I'll be getting is when I plunge that knife into your black heart."
Derek moves the knife away from her and rises back onto his feet, "But in doing so, you'd not only lose the only family you have left but…you'd be doing me a favor" his fist clenches the handle tighter, "You think its easy to be human, but its really torture for people like us. We live our entire lives knowing that we can never be accepted into heaven or hell, were the ants under the magnifying glass."
Kat shakes her head negatively, "What ever it is that we are, its not our destiny to become monsters…" she rises to her feet with more determination then before, "You just have to make the right choices." giving it a chance, she places her hand over his shoulder sympathetically.
Derek brushes off the contact and instantly grabs her by the throat, her body is thrown into a nearby tombstone with Derek appearing right at her side and bashing his foot into her gut several times.
The pain shoots through her body but she doesn't cry out, Derek grows tired and steps back, "I think its time for you to say hello to your bastard father and whore of a mother." he presses the knife into her abdomen and begins to apply pressure causing the skin to break and blood to appear through her shirt.
"It was nice to have finally met you, sis." with that said, he plunged the knife into her stomach and twisted the knife with that sadistic smile of his appearing ever so slowly as he watched the twinkle in her eyes begin to fade.
"Kat!"
Derek turns to see the Sam and Dean rushing towards them with weapons in hand, the young man turned back towards the hunter only to be pushed back with brute force.
His body lands with a thud and rolls a couple of times until finally, Derek lays face first in the grass while Katherine rose to her feet almost as if she had no control over her movements.
Fear struck in the demon's cold heart when he turned over to see her once blazing blue eyes were now completely pitch black, "Kat?"
Her head jerks slightly at the name but doesn't respond, even as she picks up the knife stained with her blood and advance towards him with a small smirk on her face.
Her hand shot out and grabbed him tightly by the throat, "How does it feel? Now that your wearing the shoe on the other foot." she trails the blade over his jaw line in the similar fashion that he had previously done.
Derek smirks, "I was wondering when you'd show your true colors." he uses one of his free hands to elbow her in the face then kick the stab wound causing a cry of pain to echo through the cemetery.
Dean and Sam got closer, "Looks like we'll have to reschedule this family reunion when your sidekicks aren't in the picture." Derek says slipping into the cover of darkness.
Kat's dark eyes fade away leaving those sterling blues to shine once again in the moonlight, with several small breaths…she falls to the ground ready to embrace her death.
TBC…
Evil Cliffy, Huh? LOL.
Here's an interesting fact, Katherine's last name was inspired by one of my favorite actors…Vincent Price. (Just thought I'd throw that out there)
