Chapter 2: Not a family, Not a home.
Eva hummed to herself as she made it to the front door of her house, suitcase in hand. She hand't called it a home since her mother left them. Her father changed when he lost his wife. He threw away the caring nurture a father should provide for his child and replaced it with a drill sergeant whose only mission in life is to train someone strong enough to handle any situations. Her mother died when she was ten.
Making her way up the steps, she pulled out a small mirror from her pocket to make sure no cuts marked her face. Last time she came home with a cut on her temple her father upped her training in order to ensure she would never be harmed on a mission again. It was the worse few weeks of her life. Feeling satisfied about finding none, she slid the mirror in her pocket and opened the front door.
The house she lived in was located in the richer part of town but the inside was different from those around. Once you opened the door you weren't greeted with the sight of a living room fully equipped with a television and a sofa. Instead, the first thing your eyes saw was an oak wood desk sitting on wooden floors, always occupied by a little old lady with white hair, a round frame, and cat eyed glasses named Mandy. Eva hated this woman with a passion, she was the definition of the phrase, 'bitter old woman.'
Eva smiled as she made her way over to the woman. The woman frowned in response. Mandy didn't like Eva as much as Eva didn't like her. Mandy had often complained to her father about Eva's rebellious tendencies, often saying that one day Eva would get them all killed. Eva could understand the rebellion part, she never listened, but the killing part was a little stretched. She would always do what she could to protect her loved ones.
"Where's my dad?" Eva swore she saw the woman's eyes roll as she picked up the only phone on the desk and dialed a number. Eva placed the suitcase by her feet and leaned forward against the desk.
"He's not answering his office phone so he must be in his room."
The one good thing about living in a nice neighborhood is a big house. The house was two stories big with a total of 5 rooms and 3 bathrooms. Out of the five rooms, the three upstairs were occupied as bedrooms the two downstairs substituted as offices. Her father had a bedroom to himself while Eva and her cousin, Sam, shared one. The other bedroom was occupied by another couple of teenagers who Eva didn't really care for. It's not that she didn't like them, but she had no connection to them. They had not been hunters for as long as Eva but they were always out killing stray demons for training. Their parents had been taken by demons and they were living alone until her father found them and offered to train them.
Her father was building a coven. Though only 5 people lived there, many other hunters came in and out of the house during all times of the day in order to check in with her father. Her father was the man in charge.
Grabbing her suitcase, Eva saluted to the bitter old woman before making her way up the stairs. She was almost surprised the woman didn't make any snide remarks behind her back.
"Brat."
Eva almost laughed, she spoke to soon. "Bitch." She whispered under her breath as she ran up the steps and walked to stop in front of her fathers bedroom.
Eva took a moment to run her fingers through her hair in attempt to maintain the tangle and brushed the dirt off of her cloths. Shrugging her shoulders at the dirt that stayed, Eva slowly knocked before opening the door. "Father? Are you busy?"
Her fathers voice flowed through the door in a stern "Come in." before Eva made her way into the room.
Her father was sitting on a chair in the corner of his room reading a newspaper. His hair was pepper colored and always neat, even if he went on a mission himself it always stayed in place. He was wearing his reading glasses and Eva always saw him in a suit.
He didn't even lift his head as Eva walked further into the room. She whistled to herself as she stood in front of her father, he normally looked over her before they talked about anything else. "I'm done with the mission."
The graying man slowly lifted his gaze from the paper in his hands and surveyed his child. She was sloppy, a mess, but she had no visible wounds. Eva held her breath and waited for the verdict. Would her training be upped again?
Her father nodded before his gaze went back to the article he was looking at. Eva released her breath and sighed in relief.
Turning on her heels, Eva made her way over to the queen size bed in the middle of his master bedroom. She turned her back to the bed before tossing the suitcase on the sheets and throwing herself backwards. She loved the feel of his mattress, it was so bouncy.
"Get off of my bed, you're dirty."
Eva grunted at the order and ignored it. Instead, she sat up straight and sat on the edge.
"Any complications?"
"None, other than the fact that this piece of shit-"
"Language"
"Gun you gave me ran out of bullets, and it's fire power isn't as good. When do I get my own gun back?" Eva unholstered her gun and walked it over to her father. She waited impatiently as he reached his hand out and took it from her.
He looked over it for a while before placing it on the counter next to his chair. "It was a prototype, you were simple testing it out. You'll get your guns back when I feel you deserve them."
This is the part that pissed Eva off. What kind of father would send his own daughter into a dangerous situation without any decent form of protection, just a prototype? If her mom was here it would have never happened.
"And before you open your smart mouth, I've trained you to handle any situation."
Eva bit her lip at that. Of course he trained her well but that's besides the point.
"Did you remember to get paid?"
Eva clenched her hands into fist to keep from yelling. Getting loud with him was the worst thing to do in any situation. In his mind, yelling at him means punishment, punishments were violent.
"On the bed."
She watched as her father turned the page of his newspaper before nodding his head towards the door. That was his way of telling her to get out. Eva straightened her back and lifted her head as she walked out of her fathers room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Eva released a deep breath before making her way to her room, on the other side of the hall. He was such an asshole, Eva couldn't wait to turn 18 and move out on her own. She vowed to leave the hunters life alone as soon as she could, meet a nice guy, settle down, have a family, and raise her kids to be normal children. They would never be treated as employees.
Finally reaching her bedroom door, she pressed her ear against it and was disappointed to not hear anything on the other side. Sam must be outside doing God knows what at, Eva looked at her watch, 10 o'clock at night. Eva opened the door and went straight to her dresser.
Her room was drastically smaller than her fathers and not as organized. Posters of Sam's favorite singers lingered on the walls and bunk beds sat by the opposite wall. Eva's dresser was placed by the window with their small television and Sam's dresser was crammed into the walk in closet. Both girls were grateful they barely had any cloths. They had the smallest room in the house.
Grabbing her pajamas and a change of undergarments, Eva left her room and made way for the bathroom. Entering without knocking, she was grateful it was unoccupied. She locked the bathroom door behind her and started the water, she would enjoy this shower. It was her favorite part of the day.
After washing and getting dressed, Eva slowly made her way into the kitchen to look for some food. The kitchen was downstairs so she was forced to see bitter old Mandy again but the thought of food made it worth it. She hadn't eaten anything since earlier that day and her stomach was beginning to protest on it. Luckily her dad wasn't there to hear it. He probably would have lectured her about doing work on an empty stomach. She rolled her eyes at the thought, she could handle herself.
Eva smiled in delight as the opened up the oven to put a frozen pizza in. It wasn't her favorite dish but it was enough to state her hunger. She pulled herself up on the counter and waited for the timer to ding. She was never good at cooking so hopefully this worked out okay. Last time she used the oven she almost started a fire because she accidentally placed a towel in with the food.
"Bout time you get here."
Eva smiled at Sam as she walked into the kitchen. Eva hopped off of the counter she was sitting on as Sam gave her a hug. Eva figured this is what it would feel like to have a older sister. Someone who cares about you.
"How was your mission? What took you so long to get here? Your father was being an ass."
Eva laughed at that, she had no doubt it was true. Her father was an ass all the time. "I had a little more trouble than I should have. The gun was a piece of crap so it was hard to shoot."
Sam nodded her head in understanding before turning and noticing the pizza in the oven, "Well shit, you're cooking something. I think it's burning."
"Crap!" Eva pushed Sam out the way as she reached for the off switch to the oven. Quickly, she grabbed the oven mite from its hook and grabbed the pan and dropped it on the stove. Luckily, Sam came just in time. The pizza looked fine. "Yes, my first dish is complete."
Sam laughed in the back ground and Eva turned to glare. "Oh, put that look away. I'm so proud of you for making such a complicated dish."
Eva rolled her eyes at the sarcasm and grabbed two plates from the cabinet. Sam wouldn't let her eat this pizza alone, Sam ate everything.
Sitting down at the table, the two enjoyed the pizza in silence. Once the pizza was gone Sam leaned back in her seat, a smirk on her face. Eva knew that smirk all too well. It meant she had something planed, something that would get them both in trouble if they got caught. "What now? You already got my guns taken away."
"How much do you know about demons?"
Eva tilted her head in confusion, "Enough to know that I should kill them on site."
Sam nodded in agreement before leaning her elbows on the table and whispering so Eva was forced to do the same, "What about the legendary dark knight?"
Eva knew her eyes were sparkling with interest. It was her favorite tell, one her mother often told her as a child. Every hunter knew about him. He was infamous as a demon who could not be killed. "What about him?"
"Let's see if we can find him, tonight"
For the first time in her life, Eva felt unsure. Even if she was sure about her capabilities as a hunter, she was unsure about her abilities in fighting a demon of his nature, even if he was as against his kind as the legend stated. "I don't know."
"You wimp, man up and come with me. We don't have any missions tomorrow so we can just sneak out and sneak back in. No one will ever know."
Eva placed her face in her hands and sighed. This is why she always got into trouble. Sam always tempted her with the most rebellious of acts. "Fine, I'm in. Let's go upstairs so I can change and then we can go at midnight, lights out."