Chapter 2

Hello darkness my old friend

I've come to talk to you again

Izzie awoke abruptly. She'd had a nightmare. A gruesome one.

She sat in the dark of her car, gasping for air. She looked at the clock on her dashboard.

3:34 a.m.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone

She lay in her car for 3 more hours, trying to get some sleep, but her dreams were still haunted. Words and cries kept ringing in her head. After a short doze, she woke up crying.

The same song was playing.

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows…

She lay there and listened.

But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

She went to close her eyes again, but a knock on her window made her jump.

It was the younger Earp girl.

She opened her door. "You going to pull your gun on me again?"

"No," Izzie said, stumbling out of her car. "You got any alcohol?"

"Now that sounds good. Morning drink."

"No, Wynonna. It's 6 am," Waverly sighed. "Yay. Now I'm surrounded by two alcoholics."

"Oh, I'm not an alcoholic," Izzie said, "I just-"

Realizing where she was going with that sentence, she fell silent.

"Hey, we all have a reason," Wynonna sighed, patting her on the back. "So, why are you sleeping in your car? Purgatory may be small, but we do have a hotel. Well, it's really just a shithole, but… you know. A bed is a bed." She laughed. "And why the hell would you sleep outside a library?"

"I don't exactly have a lot of money. And I was doing research last night."

"Yeah, I can see the research in your car. You steal that stuff?"

"I made a few copies. The rest is mine. Believe it or not, I'm not into the whole stealing gig."

"So you can pull a gun on someone, but you won't rob them?" Waverly asked. "Suspicious."

"I'm sorry. Yesterday wasn't exactly a good day."

"Obviously." The younger Earp scoffed. "How old are you, anyway? I swear, if you're under twenty-one-"

"You don't need to know," Izzie snapped.

She registered a small look of hurt on Waverly's face. Enough to make her slightly regret her tone. But she really didn't need to know anything about her. No one did.

"Waves here just doesn't want to lose her job. Don't mind her," Wynonna said, breaking the silence. "Look, if you want, you could spend a few nights at our place. Just help out around the house and stuff, and that can be your rent."

"Wynonna!" Waverly smacked her older sister.

Wynonna whispered something in her sister's ear. All Izzie heard was, "She's not a…"

Upon further whispering, it seemed the two sisters had come to a decision. Izzie could sleep on the couch, as long as she helped out and didn't pull guns on them. Waverly still didn't seem too happy about it.

The younger Earp sighed and walked off. Wynonna looked at Izzie. "Well, I'll show you back to the homestead. Just follow me."

(*)

When Izzie pulled onto the Earps property, she knew she'd seen it before. She couldn't remember where, but she recognized it. When they walked inside, she saw a photo of Wynonna's father. She recognized him, too. She didn't voice any of this to Wynonna, though.

"Hey, look, I appreciate the offer, but I think it'd be better if I just stayed in my car," Izzie stated.

"How come?"

"I like my car."

Wynonna laughed. "I like my truck. That doesn't mean I'd sleep in it."

"I'm going to stay in my car," Izzie said, annoyed, and walked outside.

"Fine!" Wynonna shouted, taking a beer out of the refrigerator.

(*)

She spent the next two days laying low. She was a fairly good spy. The only problem was that a car like her attracted… certain people. Many people watched as she drove by, so she was forced to park it somewhere secluded and walk everywhere.

She'd learned that Wynonna was definitely not a saint. She was far from it. However, after all of the not-so-great information gathered on the girl, she had wondered what had happened to the older girl to make her shoot her father.

Waverly was a different story. Everyone liked her. She was smart and beautiful. She'd "escaped" the shadow of her family.

One small article she found had mentioned demons, but she couldn't find any ties between that and the Earps. She also couldn't figure out how she knew Wynonna's father.

After a long day of some not at all rewarding research, she slumbered back into her car. She was looking at a photo of the Earp home when she heard a loud yelling. A man with a black and white mohawk was holding up another man. Mohawk dude was saying something about the Earps, but she couldn't make out what.

Then, his eyes turned red.

She had seen red eyes. They were all too familiar.

She sat there trying to hear what they were saying, but what she could pick up wasn't helpful. She looked down for a second to find a photograph and heard a knock on her window.

His eyes were red.

AN: Hello again! Thank you for reading the second chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it! I'm so, so sad that there is only one episode left in this season :(. I guess I'll have to wait…

Speaking of waiting, yes, I will try to update my other fics soon, I promise!

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