Buffy POV
Flashback
I pulled at the chains holding my wrists in the air. Alister stalks closer and circles me like a predator zoning in on it's prey, all the while laughing maniacally.
"Slayer," He whispered in my ear. "You're my favorite toy. Why do you try to fight me? Why do you run away from me, Sweetheart?" He hissed.
His hand slid down my side. "I think it's time I teach you a lesson, Sweetheart. What do you think?" A small traitorous tear travels down my cheek.
"Please...Please don't do this." I begged horsely, my pride be damned.
"Well, since you asked so nicely..." He said, pretending to ponder the thought. "No."
He pulls our a branding stick with the words 'PROPERTY OF ALISTER, PLEASE RETURN IF FOUND' engraved in it. "So the next time you run away, people will know who you belong to." He pushed it up against my neck and I flinched, unable to back away or avoid it. It sizzled among contact with my skin and the already strong smell of burning flesh became even stronger.
After a couple minutes of him holding it there he pulled it off. "You know,I'm kinda tired today. I think maybe I'll let the hellhounds have a turn. You haven't seen them in forever" He taunts. As soon as he leaves, I pull with all my strength on my chains. They do not break, however my skin slowly peels off on it, letting my skinned hand pass. I dug at the brand with my bloody fingers but it didn't budge.
'It doesn't matter, Buffy. It will be gone come morning.' See every morning you regenerate. To make sure you're healthy for the next session. That is unless the demon puts a spell on it. Marking your skin forever. Luckily Alister won't have that chance. I tried to reason with myself. Unfortunately I haven't listened to reason since I became the goddamn slayer. A 6 inch carving knife glinted in the dull light. My head shot up but Alister was still gone. I took a deep breath and held the knife against my neck. I carved a circle around it and began to rip at it again. Chunck of skin we're peeling off when Alister entered furiously. "What the he-"
Sunlight filtered through the thin widow shade as I shot awake. A cold sweat covered my body and my heart felt like it was crawling up my throat. My chest constricted and suddenly I couldn't breathe. My ears where ringing but I heard a muted voice. The
edge of my vision dims as a shadow came into my view. As he started leaning down, I faded into oblivion.
Bobby POV
The 5'2" girl struggled in her sleep. Whimpers and crys for help rung in the air. "Alister, no please don't." She screamed. My concerns grew. I decided enough was enough and started walking towards her. She shot awake.
"Hey are you okay?" I asked gently. She started hyperventilating. I walked closer to try and calm her down but her eyes grew wider. She fell back onto the couch and was motionless again. I sighed and started to walk away.
"Christo." She mumbled. I froze. I turned around slowly but she was still asleep. I grabbed my old fashioned phone and dialed Dean.
Bring. Bring. Bri-
"Bobby?"
"Dean. I may have a situation over here. I found a girl wandering alone in the woods. She was covered in blood. I took her back to my place and she.. wait a minute. She's gone! Somethings wrong Dean, but I-" I felt the butt of my shotgun hit the back
of my headand I fell into the floor.
Buffy POV
I frantically searched the kitchen for salt. He will be coming for me and this time, I'm not giving up so easily. The man who found me groaned and I quickly checked his heartbeat. The slayer instincts to strong in me to fight. He is an innocent and I
must protect him. I hear a car door slam in front of the house. Fear creeps up me again and my heart races. I turn to run away, unfortunately my slayers intuition refused to let me do so. I grabbed a steak knife and stood protectively in front of
the oldish man. The door flew open and two men ran through the doors. When the saw me standing in front of this man, the shorter one pulled out a pistol. His shaggy haired brother just looked at me warily.
"Leave him alone demon." The shorter one commanded in a husky low voice. I winced at the word.
"Leave us alone. We haven't done anything to you, please!" I begged.
"Just who do you think you are, Sweetheart?" He asked snottily. I stumbled away from him. Away from all three of them.
"Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Sweetheart." I became light headed. The beginning of my panic attack coming on. I hear my heartbeat racing in my ears, pounding like a drum. Everything becomes muted again.
"Hey are you okay?" The tall lanky one asked. Or at least it sounded like it. His hand touched my shoulder and I jumped out of his touch and curled up in the ground in the fetal position.
"Please don't hurt me, Alister. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't do it again I promise!" I wailed, memories of hell flashing through my mind.
Dean POV
Alister. That name rang a bell. But where was it from? Maybe we saw it in a book or something. I looked over at Sam and he looked like he was trying to remember it too. The blonde sat shaking on the ground, curled up in a ball. I pulled sam away and turned
away from the girl.
"Listen man, I know there's something wrong with this girl. But haven't you heard the name Alister before?" I questioned him.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure we've seen it in one of Dad's journals. I might actually have it in the car." He ran out. I scoffed, my brother is such a nerd.
"Dean. I think it's at the hotel! Let's go." My brother's muffled voice called out.
I grabbed the rope from Bobby's safe room and quickly tied her arms behind her back tightly. I quickly scribbled down a note explaining what we're doing to Bobby and jumped into my car. My beautiful engine purred and we were off.