EVDOKIYA


WHEN Evdokiya came around her vision cleared and she looked down at the ground. Blood dripped from her head and she groaned, reaching up to touch her head. Pulling her hand away, she looked at the blood that was on her fingers. As well as the blood, her head was pounding in her skull and it was so overwhelming. Feeling sick, Evdokiya attempted to pull herself up to her feet, reaching over to lean herself against one of the pillars in the room she was in. But where the hell was she? Evdokiya looked around the dimly lit room.

Where the hell was she? She questioned herself against as she stumbled toward the door, wrapping her hand around the door handle and trying to pull it inward. It didn't budge, Evdokiya's brows pulled together and she continued to shake the door but something was blocking it. Evdokiya stepped back and looked around the room. There was a large cross on the wall that seemed out of place, Evdokiya reached up to touch her head again and winced when she touched the cut on her head.

"Evdokiya," she straightened, turning her head and noticing Pastor Davis had opened the door.

"Pastor Davis," she was puzzled. "What's going on?"

"You are here to be cleansed, Evdokiya," a sinister smile appeared on his face. "You are a witch and Evdokiya Vankov."

"I'm not," she shook her head. "Pastor Davis, I've told you I'm not a witch!"

"You lie," he pointed a bony finger toward her. "I can sense it."

"Pastor Davis," Evdokiya was exasperated. "I'm not a witch and I never have been."

"Yes, you have!" He suddenly screamed and she stared up at him in horror. "I know it, I know you're a witch. Don't lie."

"I'm not lying!" Evdokiya was frustrated, she stomped her foot down.

Pastor Davis suddenly shook his head, "You are here to pay for your crimes." He then sneered, "But it won't be long until you get what is coming to you."

Suddenly, he slipped back out the door and slammed it. The slam echoed through the room, Evdokiya frowned and moved toward the door, pressing her head against it. Closing her eyes, Evdokiya turned her back and lowered her body to the ground. Pushing her hair away from her face, Evdokiya twisted it into a bun and looked down at the ground. Was Pastor Davis serious? She was not a witch and she lied, she studied her clients when they were coming to at least confirm some sort of truth.

Hanging her head, Evdokiya wondered why Pastor Davis would do it to her. It was then she suddenly froze, was he the one that had killed her clients and Poppy? Freezing, Evdokiya took a deep, shaking breath and wondered if they had been in the same place as her. Would anyone look for her? She somewhat doubted it, she was alone in town and had no friends, she had no family in Bulgaria either. If she died no one would notice, she believed that the town would blink and then keep moving, as if nothing had happened.

Moving around the room, Evdokiya made her way to the side and noticed pictures on the wall. She paused as she lifted one of the pictures, eyes widening when she noticed it was the picture of Mrs Satterley. The picture was unchanged and Evdokiya reached out to touch the picture beside it. Mrs Watson, the picture was the same, unchanged and the familiar one from her social media. The next image of Mrs Cole was strange as it was one from a distance, the woman sitting in one of the church pews with her head bowed forward.

Where is her belief in the Lord if she visits that witch?

The words were written on a sticky note beside it in messy handwriting, Evdokiya's eyebrows rose and she peered at the next image pinned to the wall. Mrs Van der Berg, the pretty young woman who wanted to work through her problems with her husband. The image was of her with her husband, arm wrapped around his waist and the two of them looked genuinely happy. Evdokiya reached out to touch the image, feeling guilt over the fact the woman had died. But was it really because of her or because of Pastor Davis's sick cleansing?

"Poppy," Evdokiya let them name slip from her mouth as she turned to the next image.

It was of Poppy standing with her mother outside of the church, the two of them looked alike and very happy standing next to two each other. Evdokiya squeezed her eyes shut and felt the tears begin to gather, some of them slid down her cheeks and she sniffed, straightening. Poor Poppy, she pressed her lips together sadly. There was another picture underneath it, of Evdokiya and Poppy together. Evdokiya was curious as she hardly ever took photos, but it was a picture Mrs Langford had taken of the two of them. How had Pastor Davis gotten the image?

What if she is trying to convince Poppy to become a witch, to teach her the evil arts?

The words were scrawled on a sticky note that was beside the image, Evdokiya thought it was absurd because witches weren't real. Why was Pastor Davis so adamant she was a witch? The man had to be sick, it was the only explanation that Evdokiya could think of. Evdokiya shook her head, stepping back and taking in the image of the five women. But where was her own image if he was so obsessed with her? Evdokiya did not feel frightened as she believed she could get her way out of the place she was in.

Turning her head, she froze when she noticed an entire mural dedicated to her with candles underneath and a strange symbol in the middle. Evdokiya moved toward it slowly, body shaking as the first sign of fear because to creep into her body. They were different images at different angles of her, from her bedroom window with Caspian in her arms, to a more recent one of her outside her shop with the two agents. Evdokiya felt a shiver run down her spine as she peered at the mural, what was wrong with Pastor Davis?

The door opened again and Evdokiya turned away from the mural, turning as Pastor Davis suddenly came toward her. Evdokiya looked up at him as he suddenly reached out, grasping her hair and yanking her toward him. Evdokiya gulped as she stared up at the man who was not very tall, rather short for a man but there was a strange strength behind him she never would have thought. His hair was balding and his eyes were large for his face, a milky blue colour that seemed enraged.

"Come with me," he suddenly yanked her toward the door and then shoved her against it. Evdokiya was winded as her body hit the door.

Confused, Evdokiya felt herself being dragged backwards and she was thrown to the ground. She groaned as her body hit the concrete and she suddenly felt herself being dragged backwards. Evdokiya was too confused to fight him, she was concerned as she felt herself be pulled up against the wall. It was then he shoved her head against the wall and she was disorientated, she felt her hands be shackled to the wall. Evdokiya looked up at him as he moved toward the side of the room.

"I'm not a witch, Pastor Davis," Evdokiya mumbled, narrowing her eyes at him.

"You lie," he muttered and came back with something.

He held an old book in his hand and a knife, Evdokiya's eyes widened in fear and she flinched as he kneeled beside her. He cut her shirt right down the middle, Evdokiya flinched and feared she was about to be touched inappropriately. Evdokiya looked up at him as he opened the book to a page, reading over it and began to chant. Evdokiya felt the knife suddenly pierce her stomach and she let out a scream, her back arched as he began to carve symbols into her stomach. Evdokiya cried out, tears running down her cheeks.

The chanting continued, loud and melodic. Evdokiya bit down on her cheeks, drawing blood as she tried not to let out another scream. But it slipped out from her throat and she arched her back again, arms tugging on the shackles and the shackles digging into her wrists. Evdokiya was trying to move away from him but it was impossible as he continued to dig his knife into her stomach. Evdokiya looked up at him, eyes filled with tears and her vision blurry. Pastor Davis had his eyes shut as he hummed, methodically continuing to chant as she was over and over again scared on her abdomen.

"Yes," he suddenly said, eyes opening as he grinned down at her. He pulled the knife to his mouth, licking the blood of the lip and she flinched.

What the fuck?

Evdokiya suddenly noticed the candles around the room had suddenly grown brighter. "W-what are you doing?" She gasped, her stomach was in pain and she noticed beads of blood had begun to come up from wounds and was sliding down her ribs.

"You are a witch," he smiled manically.

"You're the witch!" Evdokiya screamed, "Let go of me!" It did not matter that she slipped in and out of Bulgarian and English. Her legs were not changed and she kicked one of her legs out, kicking him in the stomach.

Pastor Davis stumbled backwards from the sudden kick, he then seemed to glare at her and held the blade even higher. Evdokiya's entire body shook and her stomach was in so much pain, she winced as she breathed in heavily. Her arms were still chained above her head and her action seemed to only serve to make the pastor even angrier. Her arms rattled as she tried to shake herself and she bit down on her bottom lip as the pain in her abdomen only seemed to get worse, it was so hard to keep the scream in and eventually it slipped from her mouth.

The door burst open so suddenly that Evdokiya forgot about her pain, "You two." Pastor Davis suddenly whipped around quickly, "I've heard of you."

"Good, you bastard," Agent Johnson suddenly helped up his shotgun. "What the hell are you doing?"

Pastor Davis straightened and rolled his eyes, suddenly his entire figure changed and Evdokiya whimpered. In his place was a woman, young and pretty with dark hair. Evdokiya's heart pounded in her chest and she shook her head, not understanding what was going on. Squeezing her eyes shut she tried not to think of it anymore, she felt as if she couldn't breathe and her abdomen was hurting so much. Hearing her pulse inside of her ears, Evdokiya opened her eyes to look at the two men who couldn't be FBI agents.

"Nothing," the woman who had been Pastor Davis suddenly snickered. "It is already begun," she suddenly moaned, throwing her head back. "I was so sure she was a witch, I could feel it when she entered the city. And I was right," she sneered, "And I can taste the power."

"Right," Agent Johnson, or the man he claimed to be, suddenly fired the shotgun.

Flinching, Evdokiya looked up and blinked. The witch had disappeared and Evdokiya shook her head, no it couldn't be true – she was hallucinating. Evdokiya looked up at the two men but could hardly hear what they were saying as one of them bent down to suddenly undo the shackles from around her wrists. Evdokiya slumped forward and let out a whimper as her stomach pulled again, she felt hurt all over and even her heart was aching. Someone scooped her up into their arms and she felt herself beginning to feel faint. Was she going to blackout? Her heart thundered in her chest but she could barely react.

"Where'd she go?" The person who was holding her suddenly demanded, Evdokiya grimaced as her body was jolted from their movements.

"I don't know," a man grunted. "Sam, take her out of here."

Not long after her rescue Evdokiya woke up in the hospital, she looked up at the ceiling and narrowed her eyes. A witch. Evdokiya almost didn't want to believe it but she couldn't get the image of Pastor Davis turning into a woman from her mind. The pain in her abdomen was still burning and she had to relax, but it was hard to do when she had to breathe. The door opened and the two agents who were not agents entered the room. She had known there was something strange about the two of them.

"Evdokiya," they came to stand beside the bed, the one with the short hair speaking. "How are you feeling?"

"I hurt," she breathed in quickly. "You're not FBI agents, are you?"

"No," the one named Sam that had carried her out of there suddenly said. "We're something-"

Evdokiya interrupted, "You're something else." She squeezed her eyes shut, "That's why you knew how to deal with that… that thing." Her eyes studied the two of them, "So… what are you then? Who are you?"

"I'm Dean Winchester and this is my little brother Sam," he motioned to the taller man beside him. Evdokiya had known it, she'd guessed they were brothers. "We're hunters of the supernatural."

"Supernatural?" Evdokiya blinked slowly, "That was a witch?" Her voice became higher, her accent thicker and harder to understand.

"Yes," Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "A powerful one too. All signs of Pastor Davis are gone so we don't think we killed the witch. But they should have cleared out from here."

"Good," Evdokiya reached up to rub her forehead, "Hopefully now I can get some peace and quiet."

Neither of them said anything to her because the door opened and a nurse stepped inside. She came over, checking Evdokiya's vitals, "Everything is good with you Miss Vankov."

"Thank you," Evdokiya pressed her lips together, trying not to wince at the pain.

"We're sorry this happened to you," Sam Winchester suddenly apologised. "But since our job is done we need to get moving."

"Yeah," his older brother suddenly agreed. "We hope you're okay."

"Thank you," she looked between the two of them, "Thank you very much."

Dean left the room and Sam Winchester suddenly moved toward her, he held a slip of paper out to her and she grasped it slowly. "If you never need us, anything strange ever happens again, call this number and we can come to you."

"Thank you," she murmured and looked down at the phone number. "Thank you so much," she smiled up at the tall man as he turned his back toward her, headed toward the door to her hospital room and left out the door, Evdokiya clenching the paper in her hand.

Hours seemed to pass and Evdokiya felt no need to move, the painkillers were kicking in and they felt good. She turned on the TV in her room and decided to watch old reruns of Charmed which was one of the best shows she'd watched even though she didn't have much time to watch any. Evdokiya tried her best not to move and jolt her stomach as there was still a sharp pain. None of the wounds were deep enough that she would have died, but they were deep enough that even breathing hurt because they pulled.

The nurse was kind whenever she came into the room, giving Evdokiya a story about how they combed Pastor Davis's home and church and found symbols of the occult. Evdokiya felt sick knowing that he was truly a witch and a female at that. Evdokiya's head hurt just thinking about it and she didn't want it to exist, how could such a thing exist? It also made her worried, what if she ended up as crazed as the Pastor had been? Though she was a fake psychic her daydreams could be truly weird and how could she explain them to anyone?

"Oh," she looked up as the door opened. Mrs Langford suddenly stepped into the room, "I'm so sorry Evdokiya, I only just heard."

"Don't be sorry," Evdokiya assured her as the woman took the seat beside Evdokiya's bed and placed her bag by her shoulders.

"There's a warrant out for his arrest, I can't believe that monster did this to you and my daughter." Mrs Langford crossed her ankles together.

Monster.

Evdokiya shivered at the word and smiled tightly at the woman who was still in grieving for her daughter. "Thank you for coming to visit me, I know you're still affected by Poppy's death."

"Poppy would want me to take care of you," Mrs Langford took a deep breath. "I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you again."

"Thank you, Mrs Langford," Evdokiya smiled at the woman before closing her eyes. "I think I should rest but."

"Oh," Mrs Langford sounded disappointed and Evdokiya was worried. "Of course," Evdokiya opened her eyes as the woman stood slowly. "I suppose I'll see you later?"

"Yeah," Evdokiya swallowed, "You can visit me any time, I think I will be bored while I am healing in the hospital. I would appreciate your visits."

Still, as she laid alone after Mrs Langford had left, Evdokiya was terrified of the witch. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the crazed eyes of Pastor Davis and she was unable to forget them. They were branded into her skull just as the symbols were branded into her abdomen. No one had any clue what the symbols on her stomach meant but she was sure the strange men had fixed it. Sam and Dean Winchester, hunters of the supernatural, how unusual. Evdokiya was beginning to wonder if she should stop lying about being a psychic. But it was her livelihood, why would she give it up?