Disclaimer: Sorry for the wait, it's kind of hard for me to write in my spare time. I have to wait until I'm in the mood to write…I don't know inspiration has to hit me. Anyway, I don't own anything, not the Hannah Montana cast, the hunkalious Supernatural cast, nor the amazingly hot Jonas/Gray Brothers.
She stood in a blinding white light; it surrounded her causing her to close her eyes and focus on her breathing. I can't be dead..so where the hell am I?
"Yes my child, don't go towards the light," a soft voice whispered in her ear. A voice that she recognized and forcing her to frown and open her eyes to glare at the person standing on her left beside her.
The blinding light had dimmed, allowing her to see that she stood in the practice room; the figure was smirking beside her. I want to wipe the smirk from his face.
"What happened, how am I back here!?" she snapped crossing her arms and turning towards him. My arms don't hurt. She glowered at the trickster.
Puck snickered before copying her position and crossing him arms, "Isn't that obvious? You're dreaming."
She snorted, "If I was dreaming, you wouldn't be here!"
"Ouch. That hurts. I was just checking to see how you did against the Harpy," he pouted before waving his hands and conjuring up a chair for him to sit on.
"WHAT! YOU KNEW ALL ALONG WHAT IT WAS!" She snarled rushing towards him.
Puck held out a hand, and she froze in place unable to move. He sighed, "Yes I suspected what it could have been. Listen before you go all kung fu on me. Two weeks ago, Harvey Michaels, the serial killer, died at the St. Paul's hospital in Miami, California. In less than three days there have been seven deaths of patients and hospital personal, all of them had there ribs broken open. I want you to investigate," he said to her frozen figure.
He has got to be kidding! YOU ASS, I know you can hear me, go do it yourself!
"I would, but then again that's why I have you. I'm not the one in training now am I?" he replied cocking his head to the side, raising his hand again.
She felt herself be released, stumbling for a moment before regaining her footing. She glared at him as she rushed at him again her hand reaching for his face.
She sat up in bed, sweat dripping down her face and down her back, her hand still outstretched. She took a quick glance at the room before her, not recognizing the furniture or the queen size bed she was lying in. The room was dark; the only light was from the moonlight coming through the curtains. DAMN! She pounded the bed with her closed fist, wincing as her shoulder pulled. When I get my hands on that demigod, he's going to wish he had left me at the train station. She could feel her energy flare around her, causing the bed sheets to slightly lift off of the bed. She jerked her head to the side and the covers flew off of her. She stood up placing her feet on the carpet beneath her.
She looked down at the button down flannel shirt she was wearing that came half way down her thighs. The cold air hit her bare legs. When did I change clothes? Whose shirt is this? She stood up, testing if her legs would be able to hold her, before walking to the mirror that hung on the wall beside a set of double doors. Glancing at her reflection, she combed her fingers through her hair. My hair looks like shit. A pair of lilac eyes stared back at her; she closed her eyes, concentrating to cool down her energy. When she opened her eyes again, regular dark blue eyes stared back at her. That's better.
She looked around the room again, finally noticing that her clothes were lying on a chair across the room, her sword was leaning against the chair. I might want to get dressed first. She unbuttoned the shirt and carefully slid it off her shoulders, noticing the white bandages on both of her shoulders were tinged with red. She grimaced remembering what had happened. I should have been more prepared, damn trickster!
She huffed, throwing the shirt behind her. She grabbed her regular clothing and slipped them on. She was careful when putting on the vest and sword hostler, so she didn't hit her shoulder; she grabbed the two empty gun hostlers and attach them to her leg. Once she was dressed, she picked up her sword and sheathed it. She slipped on her boots holding onto the chair to keep her balance.
Once she was all dressed, she moved to the door, slowly cracking it and slipping through into a large living area and a kitchen area to the right. The living room had black leather sofas that looked like it would swallow you whole if you sat down. She stood still, slightly holding her breath, as she took in the kitchen scene.
The family of six were all sitting down at a table that was full of food, the smell went straight up her noise nearly causing her to groan. When was the last time I ate? They hadn't noticed her yet, when she had first entered the room their heads were bowed, but now they were talking at once, laughing at something the other said, all in all they were the perfect picture of a family.
The image before her made her think of her family and how they used to be around the dinner table. Jackson would always call off what he wanted first; it used to be so annoying. Now I wish he could do it again. She blinked a few times trying to keep the tears at bay. Not now. She stood still waiting for them to notice they weren't alone anymore. It wasn't until the very large black man standing by the door, she hadn't notice before, cleared his throat and nodded his head in her direction, that they turned their gaze to her.
She shifted uncomfortably as a certain pair of chocolate eyes met hers. She quickly glanced away looking instead at the only other woman in the room. Miley gave her a quick scan; her gaze paused on the woman's wild untamed curls. At least now I know where they get it. She switched her gaze to the woman's kind eyes; she continued to stare at her, willing her to look away. Miley concentrated on her energy, she felt the tug and she grasped it mentally, she could feel her hair moving off her neck.
Blue eyes flashed lilac for only a brief moment before returning blue. The woman gasped standing up, as well as the rest of the family. Miley smirked settling her energy down again. Who's the alpha female?...Me!
"Thank you," Miley said softly still looking at the mother, she stepped forward towards the door, when a body was suddenly standing in front of her causing her to pause. She frowned knowing exactly who was standing in her way without looking up; she was getting used to his signature energy. That's not a good thing. Scowling she glanced up beneath her lashes tilting her head to the right, "Move," she whispered dangerously.
He stood looking down at her with an expression that confused her; it was soft yet as deadly as a snake. He was not smiling like he was before she interrupted his dinner. Maybe challenging his mother wasn't a smart move.
"Before with the creature, it talked about what's coming, it said that you couldn't win. What was it talking about?" he demanded stepping forward and causing her to step back.
She kept her face blank giving away nothing, "Nothing that concerns you," she said coldly.
He snarled, "It does concern me. I remember everything after hearing what that creature said. It was in my head a couple of months ago, whispering that 'it was coming'. I want to know what the hell is coming!" he stepped forward again, but this time she didn't step back.
Something whispered 'its coming' in his head? He's not what he seems. She held her head up higher, looking him straight in the eye, "How were you able to catch me before I hit the ground? How did you even see me up in the rafters?" she questioned taking a step closer, this time it was he who took a step back, a look of fear crossed his features. The rest of the family was forgotten as she chuckled. Got you now!
"Better yet, did you growl twice at me?" she asked giving him a small smirk.
His face had gone pale, he nearly tripped over a chair before he straightened himself and put the chair between the two of them, "I don't know what you're talking about," he whispered.
She put her finger on her chin, "Super hearing, amazing eyesight, able to leap high heights and animalistic qualities. Sounds like a werewolf, or vampire to me, but considering the fact that it wasn't a full moon last night and you don't look like a vampire, then I'm not sure what you are, but I know your not human," she said giving him another look over.
He paused frozen, looking like he had just seen a ghost, "Y..you k..know about w..werewolves?" he stuttered.
She whipped her eyes back towards him, "You're not a werewolf! Werewolves are animalistic beasts that have no control over their animal side, the human usually doesn't even know they are one," she spat at him, but then paused noticing the look on his face. He looked confused, but the color was coming back into his face. It's not possible, sure I've never met a werewolf before but with everything that I've read werewolves are human by day but at the full moon become animals who rip the hearts out of their victims. I think his family would have noticed that by now!
Her thoughts were interrupted by his soft voice, "I was born like this; my mom was bitten by a dog when she was pregnant with me," he said trying to make her understand.
She shook her head at him, "See that's where you're wrong, werewolves don't fully change into dogs. The only way that could have happen is if the dog was bitten by a werewolf, and that's not likely. The only time they bite is to get a mate, the rest of the time it's to kill," she replied folding her arms across her chest.
He shook his head angrily at her, "LOOK I know what I am OKAY! What I want to know is what's COMING!" he yelled, for a moment his eyes flashed golden, giving her a glimpse of what hid just beneath the surface. She gasped backing away from him. What the hell was that?
She glanced at his family, finally remembering that they were still there. They looked worried, looking back and forth between the two teens. The youngest boy looked at her scared, like she was about to attack or something. I'm not the one yelling kid.
She sighed, "Look, you don't want to know, so just drop it." She started for the door again. I have to get out of here. She pushed her way past him, the sword banging against her back with each movement.
"I'm apart of this what ever it is, otherwise I wouldn't have heard it. So tell me and stop treating me like a kid," he growled to her back.
She stopped with her back towards him and his family, the only person who could see her face was the body guard. She avoided his gaze as she looked at the door in front of her. She sighed, closing her eyes for a brief second before opening snapping them back open, her eyes were cold as ice the guard in front of her shivered at the sight.
"You want to know what's coming. Fine. A demon called Lilith, and yes demons are real, is breaking the sixty six seals. I saw you guys praying when I first walked out here, so you believe in heaven and hell, right?" she asked over her shoulder, her back still towards them.
She didn't wait for an answer, "If you don't, then you had better start believing, because once the sixty six seals are broken. Lucifer walks free, and if he does it's going to be an all out war, the apocalypse." A small whimper sounded behind her and she could almost picture the little boy hiding behind his mothers legs. I'm sorry to be the one to open your eyes kid.
"Lilith must be stopped at all costs, there are over 600 possible seals, but she just needs to break sixty six of them," she paused for a moment letting it all sink in, before reaching for the door and walking through it. She stepped through closing the door behind her.
Once she in the hallway she headed towards the stairs, taking them two at a time before reaching the backdoor exit and pushing it open into the alleyway behind the hotel. She walked onto the sidewalk, holding her hand out for a cab. The yellow taxi came to a stop and she climbed in.
"Where to, miss?" The driver asked over his shoulder.
"Um, wherever the Gray Brothers were playing tonight," she replied, closing the cab door.
"Okay, but just so you know the concert is over," he said pulling out and taking off.
"Doesn't matter," she said, reaching into her inside vest pocket for the wad of cash, she pulled a hundred out, throwing it to the driver.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at their destination; she jumped out of the cab without looking back.
"Is that a sword?"
She ignored the question that came out of the open cab window and moved towards the parking lot, spotting her car in the distance. Wait where's the keys? She patted her vest, unable to feel the bulk of keys in her pocket. Shit, where did I have them last?
She glanced at the building, stopping in her place. She rolled her eyes before backing up facing the building and taking off at a sprint. Once she got closer, she jumped. Her aim was right on landing on top of the rafters easily. She paused still crouched catching her breath before she stood, walking to the same place she had stood a few hours ago. She located her guns tucking them into their holsters. She picked up her keys that were laying a few feet from her guns.
She quickly climbed back down moving back towards her car; finally reaching her destination she smoothed her hand across the hood. The feeling of another presence caused her to pause, her hand stilled against the hood. You have got to be kidding me!
"What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped turning around to face her follower.
"I'm coming with you," Nick said dropping a huge duffle bag beside his feet. He had changed into a pair of regular jeans, and blue and white flannel shirt. Sunglasses hid his eyes from her, and his hair was nearly completely covered by a black wool beanie
"No, your not! Go back to your hotel now!" she said pointing in the direction he came, while unlocking the car with her other hand. He snorted picking up his duffle bag and moving towards the passenger side of the car.
"I don't care what you say. I'm part of this and I'm coming with you and that's that," he said opening the back door and throwing his duffle bag into the back seat, then opening the passenger seat door.
She jerked open her backdoor side, and threw off the sword and holster from her back into the backseat, "And your parents are just going to let you fight the evils of hell? Because I can promise you it is not going to be easy or safe," she slammed her back door and opened the driver's door.
"That's why I didn't tell them," he said taking off his sunglasses and beanie. He got in the car sitting in the passenger seat, laying his sunglasses on the dashboard.
If it's true and he is part of this, then who am I to keep him from his destiny. She grimaced. I'm starting to sound like Puck. Miley sighed before sitting in the driver's seat and slamming the door behind her. Putting the key into the ignition she started up the car, which came to life with a soft purr. Okay check mirrors, shift from park to drive.
"So where are we going?" he asked putting on his seat belt.
She reached over to the dashboard picking up Nick's sunglasses and slipped them on before slowly pressing on the gas, "Miami."
Okay soooo sorry for the wait!! I hope you like this chapter. Many might wonder why she was staring down the mom, but as we all know it's the woman of the family that usually rules their family...think wolves and how their packs live where theres the alpha male, but there must also be an alpha female. Also Nick is not regular Nick Jonas/Gray because he does have this beast inside of him, he has to have a dangerous side to him and he has to be able to butt heads with Miley, though still very attracted to each other.... please review and let me know, and thanks to all who have review so far, I love to hear from you!!