Not sure how long I had been out of it for, must have been a while, since Dad started to knock on the bathroom door. I stared at my reflection, deeply troubled by my vision. To be honest, it was good to have different vision, compared to the one I normally have on a confusing repeat. I still can't figure that vision out, and not knowing something bugs the hell outta me.
"Christina!" barked Dad, his tone full of authority. "Christina, open this door this minute! Young lady, I am too busy to be dealing with your silly little temper tantrums."
Ah shit, I was in trouble. My full name is normally spoken when I'm up shit creek without a paddle, or when somebody is too snobby to say the abbreviation. I frowned. There was a slight crack in the mirror. I traced it with my hand carefully, before shrugging it off. I cringed, as Dad continued to thump on the door. My hands were still trembling as I opened the door. Dad instantly grabbed me, and shook me roughly by the shoulders.
"Quit this childish attitude, right now!" he growled. "You should damn well know that I only want to protect you! Understand that please!"
His eyes softened, as his grip loosened. Dad sighed, as he noticed me trembling. Sam watched the scene from the kitchenette table, a large jar of crimson red dead man's blood in his hands. Dean was back, sharpening his machete on one of the beds, yet ready to react if Dad lashed out in a more aggressive way.
"Sweetheart, I don't want you getting hurt out there," said Dad, as he cupped the side of my face with his hand. "I don't want to risk it. You need to stay here. You're my little girl, and I just want you to be safe. We all do. If something bad happened to you, it would kill me."
In the end, I was left alone in the motel room, with only protective salt lines for company. Yet, that horrible vision of Sam didn't leave my mind. Dad had whisked by brothers away, before I had to chance to confront Sam. I paced up and down the room, deep in thought. I scratched the back of my head, before pulling out a bobby pin, from my messy ponytail. A smirk stretched across my lips, with my eyebrows arched in a mischievous manner. I pulled on my old converse sneakers, before securing my crossbow onto my back, and carefully storing my machete in my bag pack, which also contained the arrows for the crossbow. Carefully, I picked the lock for the front door. My family should know by now, to never lock me in a room on my own, because they know that I would bust out someway or another.
As I quickly walked down the street, I noticed a bike, unchained outside a convenience store. Thankfully, after spying on the map that my Dad and brothers were examining before they left, I had a clear idea of where I was heading. In the end, I stole the bike, and sped away into the night, with the owner screaming at me. Chain the bike up in future, buddy.
On eavesdropping earlier, I figured out the overall plan of action. Dean was gonna be the bait for the vampires, whilst Dad and Sam remained hidden, ready to ambush. Dad was gonna be in the far left of the collection of woodland, with Sam being in the right. I had to warn him, or something bad was gonna happen. Quietly, I sneaked through the woodland, searching for my brother. Moments later, I had a crossbow pointing in my face. I held my hands up in defence. Sam glared at me.
"Chris?! What the hell are you doing here?!" he hissed. "Dad is gonna go ape-shit when he sees you here."
Sam grunted in annoyance. I prepared my crossbow, soaking the arrows in the blood of the dead man, from the jar that sat at the foot of a large oak tree.
"Sam, I need to speak to you," I said. "It's important."
Before I could speak, a series of noises, caused Sam to freeze. He signalled me to climb up the large tree, in order to remain hidden. From the thick tree branch that I was steadily balanced on, I gazed down at Sam. He was poised with his own crossbow, ready to attack.
Suddenly, there was a loud yell in the distance, following by hurried footsteps and rustling of the trees and bushes.
"AMBUSH!" screamed a vampire. "HUNTERS!"
Seconds later, a large vampire appeared at the base of the tree, his eyes fixed on me. Suddenly, the brute leapt towards me, baring his sharp teeth. I screamed in surprised, as I tried to fire my crossbow.
"CHRIS!" shouted Sam, after beheading several vampires that surrounded him.
However, it was too late, the vampire tackled me off the tree branch, resulting in me falling to the ground with a heavy thud. My crossbow lay broken nearby. I stared at the vampire, through my groggy vision. There was another thud. A large body fell down next to me. It was Sam. Smacked across the back of the head with his own crossbow.
The last thing that I remember is hearing the shouts of my Dad and eldest brother; and seeing Sam being hauled away, before I blacked out.
A:N/ Writing this from the college library again. Got class in the next couple of minutes. Better skedaddle.
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