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Seeing makes her a believer, and she only travels at day, avoiding the things that lurk on the roads in the dark.
Laura makes it to California, and starts making a life for herself. College. A boyfriend, though she never explains her nightmares, or the way she sometimes stares out into the night. She explains as little as possible. It keeps her safe.
It keeps her happy. Between migraines.
They've gotten worse, and she can't even begin to understand the things she sees.
The girl flings the boy across the room, tears streaking down her cheeks even as she kills him, because there can only be one winner. So she kills them now, and she waits, because HE is going to bring Sam, and she'll have to kill him too. Once, the boy gasps her name, a plea. "Ava, please." And then he speaks no more, and the girl sinks to her knees sobbing, but waiting, because HE always sends more.
"Dad said I had to kill you. I won't." The familiar voice whispered. "I'm going to save you."
"What if I go darkside?" The other whispers.
"Are you ready to join us, Laura? One of the last of my special children," the new voice hisses, and Laura wakes screaming.
She's broken up with her boyfriend, because he thinks she's losing her mind.
She's lost weight, but she still keeps in practice with the knife, going into Muir Woods to practice, alone with her thoughts.
She's trekking back to her Jeep, near nightfall, when she sees the old red car next to her Jeep. Instinctively, she pulls her knife and slips it up her sleeve, watching carefully for anyone around her.
"Ma'am?" A voice rumbles behind her.
Laura spins, ready to fight, then stops at the sight of the man several feet in front of her. "Do I know you?" She can't help but ask, because he's so familiar.
"I don't think so," he steps towards her. There is darkness in his mind. He doesn't know what to think of her. Is she one of them? "My name's Gordon."
Laura doesn't turn her back on him, but backs towards her Jeep. "Just stay over there, buddy."
He holds his hands up as though he means her no harm, but there is something about him, something she doesn't trust. "Okay. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Yeah, sure. My boyfriend knows I'm up here, and I can scream."
The darkness seems to deepen for a moment, and he takes a step towards her. "Can I see your teeth, ma'am?"
Laura opens her mouth to call him a freak, and then the memory comes to her. Memory of a vision, of this man, but he was no longer a man. He was one of the things. "Stay away from me." She reaches her jeep, but she knows he can have a hold of her before she'd be able to get into the vehicle.
He's pulling something from his pocket, a flask? He unscrews the top off it, and grins. "Want a drink?"
"Do I look like an idiot?"
He moves too fast for her, splashing her with...water?? "What the Hell is wrong with you?!"
He sighs, thoughts already moving on. "Sorry, my mistake." He's in his car and gunning away before Laura knows what to say.
Laura wants to find him, and somehow, she does, finding his car outside his hotel that night. She remembers what he'll become, what he already is.
She slits his tires and heads home, and never sees him again, and doesn't mind that at all.
Time passes, and something starts pulling at her, whispering in her thoughts. Telling her to go to the town she dreams of, with a bell that rings loudly in her dreams. She pours salt around her bed and doesn't take her cross off at night. She dreamed of demon wards once, and carved them on the doors and windows, to keep the yellow-eyed man out. She can see him sometimes, out her window, but she never knows anymore if he's really there. She doesn't leave her house, and lives off of pizza delivery, and wakes up screaming every night.
"One year," a voice hisses, and it's female, but not really. Not human, even.
She sees a guy her age, familiar and a stranger, and she knows what he's thinking. He's thinking, 'I'm alive.'
"We got work to do," says the voice she knows now.
That is the last night she dreams, and when she wakes the next morning she feels like she's been freed of a curse, but can remember every moment of it.
She hasn't had a normal life since she was twelve. Ten years since she first started having visions and dreams.
It's like a new life. She shocks her professors by becoming an honor student, and her fellow employees when she becomes the most reliable person there.
She graduates with her associates that year and decides to move somewhere new. To Ohio, maybe?
She stops in a diner and eats a quick meal. She's walking out and passes two guys on the way in. They pass her by without hesitation. She freezes, because she's gone cold. She turned to stare at them, and they go to sit at a table.
They're just like she remembers them, and somehow, she feels like she's vindicated suddenly. All this time, she wasn't crazy. She almost goes to them, almost hugs them and tells them she's gald they're real, but they'd probably think she was crazy if she did. She wants to to tell them she thinks they saved her life, and certainly saved her sanity.
Then the waitress spills coffee on the darker-haired one, and Laura shakes herself out of it, and walks back to her Jeep, moving on.
Laura wakes, her dream of wings and fire fading almost instantly. She glances over at her fiancee where he lays. She can't go back to sleep. Something tells her something is very wrong, somewhere.
Silently, Laura walks to the window, and runs her fingers along the carving on the windowsill. It's become a habit now. She knows there really are things waiting for you in the dark. She didn't know herself how deeply she believed it until she went and got a tattoo. It's from an old dream, and she knows it will protect her.
In the distance she can see an ambulance's lights flashing, but there are no sirens. There, something tells her, go there.
She dresses quickly, silently slips out, and finds herself walking towards the lights. Her feet, though, go of their own accord and turn off, and she sees there a now familiar black Impala, and an old truck she can't identify. There are two men standing at the front of the truck, and the older man, he's trying to get the younger one to move, before someone sees them. But the boy just stands, stubbornly, as though nothing can move him.
And Laura finds herself walking towards them. They see her, when she's too close, but too far to speak to too loudly. She knows, even though she doesn't remember this dream, what is lying wrapped in the back of the truck.
The man goes to grab her, stop her, but she looks at him, and she wonders what he sees, because he stops. She glances once at the brother that's left. "Sam."
He doesn't look like he's even really seeing her.
"Lady," the man hisses. "You need to walk away."
"Shut up, Bobby," she says softly.
Laura ignored his shock and climbs into the back of the truck. She pulls back what looks like a curtain, and looks at him, the boy she met on a beach when she was ten. She sees the tears in his shirt, made by she doesn't want to know what, and because she can't stop herself, she's pulling the tatters of the shirt away from his shoulder. And his arm is unmarked. No handprint.
Laura pulls the necklace from around his neck with a gentleness she didn't know she even possessed. Then she kisses him on the forehead, and whispers, "See you later."
Then she climbs down from the truck, and walks to the dark-haired brother. He doesn't even acknowledge her. She stands on her toes to reach and put the necklace around his neck. Only then does he blink at her, and frowns.
Laura smiles. "It'll be fine, Sam."
Then she walks away, and neither of them follow her. She can hear their engines starting up and driving away.
She crawls into bed and snuggles with her fiancée, "It'll be fine."
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