Sorry for all who said please update soon! I just started high school and I was away on vacation! Sorry, sorry! Well here's chapter 9!
Chapter 9-
Emma lifted her head off her lumpy pillow which belonged to the motel they were staying in. Merano still hadn't called and she was getting fed up and worried. She tip-toed over the bathroom to examine the pendant hanging off her skinny tanned neck. The round jewelry gleamed in the pale blue light illuminating from the mirror's round bulbs. Merano…where are you? The pendant shook as she thought of Merano and it burned Emma's hands.
Emma hissed as her hands started to bleed from the sore, she quickly turned on the tap and washed her crimson hands before Dean or Sam could wake up and notice. What was that all about? Does it mean Merano is in danger! Many scary thoughts raced through her mind as she pictured Merano drenched in his own blood struggling for life.
"NO!" She screamed.
"Quite! You're noisy little one! It's incoherent how you could be a descendant of my bloodline!"
The image in the mirror was not of Emma, but of Emmalia. She had dark flowing hair, pale olive green eyes and perfect skin. Something was seductive about her lips, how perfectly they held a pout. She placed her finger tips on her right hand under her chin to better scrutinize her young descendant. There was smile, but Emma deciphered it as a sneer.
"At least you have my looks…without the "look", you would be a runt in the family, a boulder in the path a-."
"I get it!" Emma grabbed her hair. She never knew anyone who could say so many things about the same thing. "Why are you here?"
"Pardon?"
"Mirror! Why are you my reflection? How am I able to see and talk to you? I- OH MY GOD! Was I drugged at the bar!"
"Dear! You are not drugged! You're not on any medication what so ever. I just wanted to tell you something. Merano…you know he's a witch hunter, am I correct?"
"Yeah." Emma was impatient; she wanted to know where this was going.
"The day I was "crucified" is approaching. Merano would not be safe around you."
"Why?" Emma fidgeted from one foot to another fiddling with her pajama string.
"They don't know sweetie, they don't know you two are "involved"."
"Who? Who are they? Who ever they are, what do they have to do with Merano and me?"
"'Cause he was born and raised as a witch hunter and always will be. His family has prolonged my time. And soon, to be specific, thirteen days from now, will be the day the kill me, you."
Emma sat on the toilet seat, head in hands thinking of what Emmalia had just said. It can't be true! No! Merano would never let his family kill me, would he? And even if he did, I can never go against his family, it's HIS family!
"Darling, you must-."
"SHUT UP!" Emma snapped and punched the mirror.
Her knuckles were skinned and torn from the flying glass debris from the impact. Her reflection was hers, and it reflected her red, over flowing eyes.
Merano scratched his five o'clock shadow as he waited for the right moment to knock on her mother's door. The house was large, covered with vines and had a variance of lavender and honey-suckle. Beep, beep! Merano's alarm went off. He had stayed in his car for over five hours, pondering either or not to see his mother, to be the bearer of bad news.
Starting his engine he decided to tell her another time, with Emma at hand to control the cause.
"Merano?"
A sweet voice cut through the revving engine. Her face was heart shaped and she had beautiful brown hair piled neatly on her head, leaving little strands to flow behind her delicately.
"Mellian?" Merano turned off the engine and stared at his younger sister. Beautifully built with nice curves, he hadn't seen her in seven years, now she was a dignified, independent lady. The same age as Emma. He felt guilt as he thought of Emma. He got out of the car and kissed Mellian on the cheek as he kept his mind on Emma, how long has it been since he heard her voice? Felt her lips or dodged a shoe?
"Mother
is inside, I think she'd be pleased to see you Merano. Nice shadow
by the way." Mellian brushed Merano's rough chin.
Merano
smiled and scratched his head. He had been traveling around so much,
he forgot what home looked like. But it was just how he remembered,
big and quiet.
The
inside was dark, stuffy but the walls seemed to be lined with
cushions or boxes. A china cabinet, was disguised to hold dishes, but
at the back was a drawer filled with guns. An elderly lady around
forty five entered the room and looked at Merano with suspicious
eyes.
"Merano," she embraced her son and looked up at him and
smiled.
"Hey ma." He kissed his mother's cheek and turned to help his sister in the kitchen, she seemed to have gotten her finger bitten by the live chicken.
"Are you going free ranged tonight?" Merano joked.
Mellian gave him a look, she was in between a smile and a frown. She increased the heat for the oven and turned to the chicken again. It clucked in disapproval as Merano gracefully picked it up and sheltered it from his sister. He laughed as she jumped onto his back to claim dinner. Again this reminded him of Emma, their nightly strolls down at a nearby park, playing on the swings and jungle gym. He gave the poor chicken back to the coop and looked at Mellian. "Eat something else, hunh. Leave the chicken."
Mellian gave a thin smile and placed her hands on her hips. "Fine." She turned to the refrigerator and took out cold beef and pasta.
Merano took off his leather jacket and relaxed on the couch; flipping through channels on the television. Every now and then his eyes flicked back and forth from his cell phone to the T.V. He sighed and picked up the cell and walked into his backyard. It was large and outlined with trees, the green seemed to blind him.
"Hello?" The voice seemed so good to him.
"Emma? It's me, how've you been?"
"Merano! Where have you been! Dean made a shoe pile for your head!"
"I'm at home."
"…………"
"Hello?"
"Merano, do you know what day it is? Thirteen days from now?"
Merano counted. "Friday the thirteenth, why?"
"Merano, why didn't you tell me that Emmalia's crucifixion was that day?"
"How- I thought-but my pendant…"
"Merano…when are you going to come back?" Emma's voice was cracked and worried.
"I don't know Hun, I just don't know." He sighed. "I'll call if anything happens alright?"
"…yeah, okay…" Then Emma hung up.
Emma flopped onto her bed, tired, exhausted and sore. She and Sam spent the morning sweeping the glass off the ground as Dean Crazy glued the pieces together so they didn't have to pay for the mirror. Their budget was tight and John hadn't been sending them any money.
"He must have had trouble with tracking the demon, you think he's alright?" Emma asked Dean as he stood and admired his Crazy glue glass piece.
"You bet'cha Emma-Leigh." He got out of the bathroom and got himself a mug full of strong coffee.
Sam was circling things in the newspaper, pen cap clenched in his jaw. He might not know it or want to know it, but Sam was so much like John. Emma had noticed, much more than Dean. Dean was his own man. Emma leaned on her wounded hand and scanned through her latest text messages and sat bolt straight.
"Hey, John just sent me a message."
"Dad?" Sam took the cell phone and looked at the miniature script.
"What does he want Sammy?"
"He wants us to go to New York, New York."
Dean looked at Sam and Emma. He wore a weird expression that Emma couldn't understand.
"Okay, NY, get ready for the Winchesters."
Well I hoped you liked chapter 9! I'm hoping to update faster or my friend shall have my head…
