Chapter 6.
Gaining entrance to the library was a lot easier than John expected. The sign at the door said open 24hrs. As they entered the auditorium size room they were please to see a well lit room full of tables, comfortable chairs, snack and coffee machines and rows and rows of books. To the left, a second room with glass walls full of brand new computer and state of the art research equipment. In the center of the room sat an elderly man on an enormous round desk.
"Good Evening. My name is John Winter. My assistant Sam and I could use your help. I am a writer and need to do some research on the occult for my next novel."
"Hello, I'm Mr. Nevins. I'll be happy to help you. A novel on the occult you say, how interesting."
The old man was in-fact very happy about meeting them. He was a big fan of horror and fiction novels and the chance to be involve in the creative part of one thrilled him.
"So what exactly are you researching? – Urban legends? Demon possession? Ghost?"
"Eye witness accounts relating to demon possession and vengeance demons is what I'm looking for" John said showing his best poker face. "As far back as possible."
"Well I think I know just were to start. Follow me"
Old Mr. Nevins was a happy as a child. Walking down the isle of the library faster than a man his age should. John and Sam had to jog after him to keep up. They found a place to sit in the back of the library. Immediately the old man began to pile volume after volume on top of the table. They knew that they had a long night ahead, but were confident they would find what they were looking for. After Mr. Nevins got them started he left reassuring them to come to him with any questions.
It was almost 3 am so they stopped to take a break. They got some coffee and sandwiches from the machines and began to review what they had found.
"So we have no name but at least we know for a fact the this thing began as a man. He probably began his life as an unwanted child. maybe from a rape. Already twisted from birth. No religion. Grew up a man with no soul. Found pleasure in hurting and destroying life. Probably became a rapist like his unknown father. Became interested in devil worshiping because evil craves evil. In death sold his services to the devil becoming a low level demon. Using the skills he acquired as a man he ascended the ranks until becoming the thing he is now."
Sammy took a deep breath as he shared what he knew to his father.
"So, that could explain why he always attacks and kills woman. He get the high a
rapist would get. It isn't about the sex is the violence. That's why he pins them to the ceiling rendering them helpless. Out of reach so no one can help them"
John was re-living the night his wife was killed. Seeing the same anger in his youngest son who had his lover taken from him the same way.
"Do you think he picked us for a reason, dad? Sam said broken hearted.
"I don't know son. All I know is that we've been dammed to carry the death of our loved ones in our minds forever. " Said John bitterly.
"The death of the woman we loved"
Sam said this as if trying to solve a riddle, and then it hit both of them like a punch in the gut. It kills women, IT KILLS THEIR WOMEN.
"Jesus Dean!…ANA!"
John pushed off the table as his words came out. On cue, Sam was knocked off his sit by a powerful vision. He saw his brother and Ana making love, Dean walking out the room, rushing back in to see Ana pined to the ceiling, Dean was screaming. Sam could almost smell the smoke and feel the heat from the fire. His brother's face was twisting in agony. Tear, screams, pain, blood and then darkness.
Sam felt his father picking him up off the floor and rushing him out the building. The adrenaline was pumping as they rushed to the truck. They sped-off, disregarding any laws. Their surroundings become a blur.
Sam was trying his cell phone. – "They're not answering"
"Keep trying" John screamed as he made a hard right. "Not Dean, Not Ana, No more" said the determine father.
They made it to the house in half the time. Both men rushed through the door at the same time almost ripping it off the frame.
"DEAN!" in unison
