Part 11

THEN

Without warning, Kira was once again animated and charged towards us. Dean made a fatal mistake and spun around too soon. Blood spurted a vibrant scarlet as Kira ploughed her knife deep into his side.

"NOOOO!" I shrieked as my brother toppled to the ground.

NOW

Kira smirked, a sense of pride glinting in her sadistic eyes. She shook her head pityingly at my brother, who was still trying to shield me from her. Our seeping wounds combined as I knelt down and held my brother's head in my lap. His eyes fixed on our enemy. Kira got down on her haunches, returning the glower. She smiled devilishly at him.

"Sorry, sweetheart," said Kira with a sneer. "But you simply got in the way."

Her stare landed on me. I swallowed nervously, vainly trying to compress Dean's stab wound with a free hand. My pain wasn't important anymore.

"Do you understand now, Christina," said Kira. "You cause nothing but trouble for your family. Look at your brother. It's your fault that he's in that state. You know it is."

The demon was right. I've been told that they lie through their asses, but this wasn't a lie. It was the awful truth. Dean craned his neck, exchanging a pleading look with me, whilst grabbing my bruised wrists with his bloody hands.

"Don't listen to her, Chrissie ," he said, his tone almost desperate. "Demons lie, you know that. Just please. Don't listen to her."

I wanted to believe him. Yet since I discovered the truth I have always know, deep down, my birth was the beginning of my family's tragic demise. My opinion on the subject would never change. Tears threatened to spill as I forced myself to look at Kira.

"What do you want with me?," I asked, my voice almost wavering. "Why must my family sufferer because of me?"

"I can't answer that question," stated Kira, rising to full height. "But you will find out. I'm afraid the outcome won't be pretty."

I frowned in confusion and frustration. I wanted answers. This bitch clearly wasn't gonna co-operate, her smile became more sour, as she circled my brother and I like a hungry lioness.

"Unfortunately, you'll be a thorn in our sides until the time comes," she jeered. With a snicker she added. "If you think you're a burden to your family now, it's only gonna get worse with time. From our perspective it's actually amusing. Still, the fun hasn't even started yet."

Dean shifted from his current position, still trying to guard me from Kira. It was obviously causing him discomfort but he was gritting his teeth, in order to push the pain down.

"No demon is gonna take her away from me," he retorted with a snarl. "You'll need to get past me first."

Kira's grip on the knife tightened as she let out a cackle. Taking advantage of our injuries, Kira lunged at my brother with a swift manoeuvre, going in fro the killer blow. My wound burned with such intensity as I dived forward, my personal attempt of protecting my big brother from the demon. As I squawked out a battle cry, I was aware of another presence in the room. A shout of alarm identified the person straight away. It was my Dad.

"Chris! No!" he yelled, dashing forward.

This next moment resemble something outta the Matrix. The knife inched closer and closer. My brother and father continued to cry out, fearing for my safety. The hunter inside me suddenly surged like a volcano, allowing me to snatch the weapon from the distracted demon. My abrupt action surprised her, what startled her more was that I managed to obtain the upper hand of the situation.

With my limited strength and abilities I somehow managed to tackle her to the ground. At that point, with the weapon in my hand, I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was born to be a hunter. Instinct then authorized me to impale the blade through the demon's neck. As the blood poured out like a red fountain, splashing on my face slightly, Kira's face became twisted with outrage and pain. Retribution was sweet, expressed clearly by the insolent smile that curved across my lips. Suddenly I was wrenched away from her, just seconds before black smoke billowed outta Kira's mouth causing her to howl. Her body crashed to the floor soon after, the knife still perfectly lodged in her neck.

Dean had pulled himself onto his feet and was holding his bleeding side. He exchanged a perplexed and shocked look with our Dad, before glancing at me, a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. I was eleven years old and I had killed someone. I looked over at Kira's dead body, a feeling of remorse and gratification conflicted within me. My act of brutal rage hadn't eased the pain in my seriously gashed pelvis, it had made it ten times worse than before. Dad failed to notice me grimacing as he pulled me into an embrace.

"How could you do that Christina!," he demanded furiously. His hands shook me roughly on the shoulders, a common thing he did whenever I was receiving a scolding. "You could've been killed!"

My heart sunk. I thought my act of bravery would've made him proud of me. Instead I was reminded of how dangerous and foolish it was, to the point I wanted to burst into tears and scream at him. What was the point. Nothing I did pleased him, not even defending my brother from getting attacked. I knew the stunt I pulled with stupid and reckless but I had to do something. The mournful glazed look in my eyes halted my father's anger.

Then the guilt settled in, next was the stumbling over his words trying to come up with apologetic words. His apology would have to wait, as I collapsed to the ground.

Alrighty readers, there is only one more part of Chris's kidnapped plotline. Then it will resume with Chris's training and experiences of her first hunts and creatures.

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