Disclaimer: I do not have that kind of luck. In fact, my luck is quite crappy.
A/N: I'm sooo sorry for the delay! School was killing me; I had two books to read (One I still haven't), an essay, a project about prescription drugs, finals last and this week, student led whatevers, and I had to go to court, then I had to make up the schoolwork I missed because of that, then I had to do some stupid test for a stupid contest, I couldn't breathe all month so I went to the doctors and apparently I have asthma, then I had to do high school pre-registration. And orientation.
I'll quit whining, but I think you get my point– I was a little busy.
Chapter 12:
Alannah did not go over to Miranda's house the next day. She didn't the next day either. Nor did she the next day.
The next day Dean insisted Alannah play hooky from school and go hiking. They went through the woods and up a hill to a beautiful empty clearing where they could see the beach in La Push perfectly (a/n familiar?).
The day after that, they went to the Space Needle, and played at the amusement park as well. They ended up staying in a nice hotel that according to Alannah had four different types of chairs (a/n: haa). They went swimming in the pool the next day (well, Alannah swam, Dean sat in a chair glaring at every 'pervert' that laid eyes on Alannah) and after that they went back to the amusement park one last time.
When they got back to Forks, Alannah and Dean bid their goodbyes until they saw each other again tomorrow after school.
"Mom, I'm going on a walk, alright?" Alannah asked. As much as she loved her Mom and knew her Mom loved her, she was kind of insane when things did not go her way, especially with Alannah. Dean 'convincing' her to allow Dean and her to stay away as long as they had was qualified as things not going her way.
"Yes honey," Janice said as she finished her speech about "not good for a kid to miss so much school" and "Dean not being good for her baby."
Alannah pulled her coat back on and walked out the door.
Walking down the quiet street, she passed a large house with a large pine tree in front of a big white house.
Alannah's hand went to her head when she felt a stab of pain shoot through her skull.
She fell to her knees as incoherent pictures flashed through her line of sight.
The images got clearer and she completely lost all sight of the street
What she could see was the inside of the house. Inside the kitchen of the house was a pretty young woman wearing a white night gown. In her right hand was a baby monitor, and in her left was a glass of milk from which she was drinking.
The monitor began making static noises, and in the background was a baby crying. The woman sighed as she set the glass in the nearby sink and turned, starting up a set of stairs.
"Oh, Aiden, what's the matter now?" she mumbled as she made her descent up the stairs.
She looked in the doorway and saw a figure standing over her son's crib.
"Daniel?" she asked, her face an expression of confusion. "You're back from work early?"
The figure turned around and put a finger to his lips, gazing at her with soul-shattering yellow eyes.
"Aiden!" she screamed and ran towards the crib.
She was close to the crib when she felt her back thud against the nearby wall. She struggled as she began sliding uncontrollably up towards the ceiling.
She looked down at her son, now directly below her, staring straight up at his mother, tiny appendages flailing up towards her.
The estranged mother whimpered when she felt her stomach split open. She felt her whole body freeze entirely; she couldn't move no matter how hard she tried.
The figure was gone, but a new one soon took it's place.
"Hey little guy," the figure said gently. "Where in the world is your Mommy at?"
The woman identified the figure as Daniel, and some of her fear left her.
"What is this?" Daniel muttered, seeing the blood from his wife's wound next to his baby's head.
Looking up he saw where she had gone.
Hot, fiery pain erupted from inside her as she watched Daniel rush their now six-month-old baby from the room.
"Aiden," she whispered as she watched the two lives of her now over life flee.
Her world was in flames when she breathed her last breath, every thought in her channeled towards her cursed son.
* * *
Alannah hissed in pain as the images of fire and blood dissipated from her vision.
"Alannah!" she heard someone close to her yell.
Looking up she saw the person it belonged to, Miranda, gazing at her through worried eyes.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine," Alannah said standing up slowly. "What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously.
"I live right there!" Miranda said pointing at the house across from the fiery domain Alannah had witnessed. Alannah was confused-- this had never happened when she was awake.
"Oh."
"Do you need anything? Should I call an ambulance?" Miranda asked getting her cell phone out of her pocket.
"No, no. I should just... go home," Alannah replied dazedly. Where she really wanted to be was with Dean, where she knew she would be safe. Dean always made her better.
Alannah walked away without saying goodbye, a million thoughts going through her head.
There was one that particularly bothered her; was this woman going to die? The others she had seen did.
The woman in the alley had. So had the man's who's throat was slit– by someone who looked disconcertingly like Miranda, and he was on the news the other day. Police were still looking for the 'stealth killer'.
The main thing that frightened her though, was how dark and soulless not-Miranda's eyes looked in that particular dream.
Revieww?? I seriously am going to update this sooner this time, now that i (hopefully) won't be so busy. More Dean in the next chapter– big stuff coming up :)
p.s. read my story Winchester Wussy to see Dean and Alannah go to the space needle for the first time lol.
