Aeryn's POV. Sorry for the delay, FF has been acting kinda weird w/ me. Neways here ya go. BTW Winchesterites Supernatural this Thursday PLUS something special on my writing page on the same day. Make sure you look!
Closing the door behind me, I shut my eyes and was wrapped in comforting darkness. Various cuts and bruises decorated my body. My left wing ached from crashing through the window, and my right arm throbbed from the bullet wound. And I felt the beginnings of a headache, starting from the bottom of my neck and working its way up. But despite all the wounds there was a greater pain. I felt like my heart was broken in two from the information I had found out tonight.
As I lay in Tyler's kitchen, papers scattered around me, soaking up my blood I had noticed one paper in particular. And it had Threshold symbol on it, an S on its side. A dark circle in the middle like an ink blot. Remembering how my hands shook, how afraid I was of what the paper would say, I had to know. I read what the company wrote Tyler, I felt my heart break, I felt my world fall to pieces around me.
Everything I was told was a lie. Tyler was never missing, he was running away. Away from the company, and I was sent out to kill him. Nothing but a killing machine. The paper had said that I was close on his trail and that he had to move. That I was more accurate than the rest.
But the more I read the more I became afraid. His source said that I didn't have much longer before the tracker would kill me. I was so sick at that point I didn't finish the rest of the letter, then the guys busted in.
Shaking my head from the memory I staggered to my kitchen. Ripping open the freezer door I grabbed a handful of ice. Slipping them into a kitchen towel I grabbed a small knife. Sinking to the tiles I looked at my arm, it was covered in blood but luckily it had stopped bleeding. Placing the knife on my lap I pressed the ice against it. This wasn't the greatest way to get the bullet out but I wasn't going to go to a doctor. And sure as hell wasn't going back to Threshold anymore. I was a rebel now.
My arm started to ache from the cold and I peeled the clothe away from my skin. There was a knock at the door as I slipped a finger in the wound. I hissed as my arm started to throb in pain and started to bleed again. I could feel the bullet, pinching it between my fingers I slid it out.
It landed with a soft clunk on the floor and I breathed heavily. Glancing at the door I wondered who was there. Staggering up slowly I made my way to the door. I knew I wouldn't be able to fight if it was Threshold. Taking a deep breath I opened the door anyways.
In front of me stood the two guys from Tyler's apartment. Surprised I just stood there, I felt my face harden as the realization it was them sunk in. Both of them smiled at me. I was not in the mood for more questions. Opening my mouth to snap at the one that had shot me, he cut in saying,
"My name is Dean, This is Sam and you may remember us. I shot you. Anyways my palace is boring, and we've come to crash at yours!"
I didn't know what to say. Standing there I felt lightheaded and I swayed slightly. It was getting harder to concentrate. Blinking slowly, I moved out of the way. Not caring if they crashed here or not, I needed to lay down. Moving through the kitchen I picked up the knife and bullet and set them on the counter. I'd deal with it later. Blood lay in small pools on the floor and I cleaned them up with the towel that held the ice.
My stomach flipped over and I staggered in the kitchen. What the hell was going on? I didn't think I had lost that much blood. I heard the front door close, the only sound was the guys breathing.
"Do you have a light switch?" asked Dean from the doorway.
Turning I took a few steps toward them. They were still at the doorway, peering in the dark, looking for me. How could I forget they couldn't see in the dark like me? Not saying anything I looked them up and down. They looked like brothers, the shorter one, Dean, held an air of cockiness and acted like nothing could hurt him, even though an air of old pain hung around him. While Sam held an air of gentleness and old pain as well. What happened to them I wondered.
"Hello?" Dean asked irritated
"No," I croaked "But I have some matches to light some candles."
The brothers shifted on their feet and Sam looked around for my voice. Collecting some matches I walked past Dean who inhaled sharply. I felt him go into a fighting stance.
"Relax, just me." I said, shakily.
He snorted offended that I had said that.
Lighting the match, the flame flared into life. Touching it to a black wick the candle came to life. I passed the match through more candles near the first and slowly the room was cast into a warm gold glow.
Both brothers blinked, staring at me from across the room. I was holding onto the pane of an open window waiting till the sickness passed. The air tickled my face, and I felt like I could think clearer.
"Are you alright?" Sam asked.
Glancing at him I nodded even though I knew my eyes betrayed me. His brow furrowed and he looked at Dean who just watched me closely. Sighing, I felt my question to them burn in my throat. Curiosity got the better of me and I said,
"Why did you come find me?"
The look on their faces told me they didn't know what to say. I laughed mentally, their problem couldn't be as bad as mine. Dean seeing the smug look on my face opened his mouth and said,
"Your the only person we know here, plus I feel bad for shooting you."
It took my brain a minute to process what he had said. Why did I feel so slow? Strangely enough I felt touched that he felt bad for shooting me, he didn't look like the person who would feel bad at doing that. The first part of his answer though confused me.
"What do you mean? I don't know you."
"No, what Dean means is that your the first person we have had contact with here." Sam explained.
Glancing at him I couldn't help but smile, he called me a person. Turning my attention back to Dean, the fire lit his green eyes up. His eyes were haunting, and they kept flickering to the bullet wound and my wings. I tried not to stretch them, half wanting to see what he would do.
"We're not from around here."
Confused I said, "Neither am I."
Dean covered his face with his hands and I heard him groan. Dropping his hands he met my eyes and held them. "What we mean is, this century! Where we come from Seattle isn't crappy looking! People live there with real lights not CANDLES!"
Annoyed at his tone of irritation I pursed my lips. Dean's words rolled in my head, what was he trying to say.
"You telling me your from the past?"
Dean's eyes lit up and he exclaimed "Yes! Wait-no...I mean...damn it!"
Sinking to the wooden floors I watched them, waiting for an explanation. I sure as hell could use a distraction. Sam shot Dean a funny look as if to say, shut up before you hurt yourself.
"You could say we are from the past." Sam said. "We got, um sent here, by a demon. Similar looking to you."
A sigh escaped my lips, did they really expect me to believe this? I knew I already believed them, I was fascinated with the supernatural world when I was younger. Now I was something Supernatural. Looking at them the thought of demon hunters arose in my mind and I felt safe.
"A harpie? Fury? What?" I asked interested now.
They looked surprised, and I laughed, which made my body spasm. Dean spoke slowly, still surprise "A harpie...how did you know?"
"Your not the only ones who reads up on that stuff. Can't really tell you its fake cause come on look at me. The only thing I don't get is, why she sent you here. And why do you want my help?" I said.
Sam nodded his head, Dean looked happy and scared. I just laughed to myself, then shuddered as pain rolled through my body.
"Well, we don't know bout the harpie, I think maybe so it would be harder to find her. I"m not sure. As for you well your different. Maybe you can do some crazy magic to send us home or find the harpie." Dean said extravagantly.
Staring at them I mulled in my head what to say to that. Finally I said, "I"m sorry I can't be of any help. I don't know magic, and I can't hone in on a harpie just cause it has wings as well."
Dean's face dropped and Sam scratched his head. I felt bad for not being able to help them but it was the truth. My head buzzed and I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and let out a long sigh.
"Your not an angel?" Sam asked, his voice echoing in the empty room.
Me an angel? I thought. More like a demon. Something damned. "No. Far from it."
"Then what are you?" Dean asked.
Opening my eyes I staggered up, spread my wings and hands. "One hell of a god damned freak. You can thank humans for this."
They went silent and I felt silly at my outburst. Staggering slightly, I dropped my hands and folded my wings.
Dean pursed his lips and I felt anger rise up in him. That shocked me, why would he care? "Humans did this to you?"
"Surprise, Surprise." I replied.
He sighed and I wondered why he cared so much. He didn't even know me. Sinking to the ground, I turned away from them. I didn't want their pity. Dean said something to Sam and I heard rustling.
"Threshold." Dean said.
Snapping my head to them, I glared at him. What the hell did he know about Threshold?
"What does it mean to you?" Sam asked.
Pulling my gaze to him I bit my lip as I felt my defense of anger waver. Sam held a paper in his hand and he smoothed it out. Holding it up, he showed me the symbol. I had to refrain from touching my left shoulder, where they had tattooed the symbol there. Calling me their own.
"I was made there."
"Like in a test tube?" Dean asked.
Sam and I shot him a weathering glare and he shrugged his shoulders. "No, I had a life before, but I can't remember much of it. Only tiny bits. I was made for a purpose."
"What?" Sam asked softly.
"Killing." I sighed.