San Diego, California
Present Day

With reluctance Zoë takes a right and enters the grounds of Holy Cross Cemetery. She takes a breath and drives through the gate, turning down the radio, which she installed in her windscreen this morning. The new song called Storm by Lifehouse is playing on the radio. It almost seems if her Harley spurs softer, not wanting to disturb the peace on this final resting place. Zo stops and overlooks the cemetery. It always surprises het peaceful graveyards are during daytimes. She mostly visits them at night to dig up a body to burn, during the dark hours it's about the last place you want to be, so cold and frightening. But under these blue skies the green hills and seem like most people picture heaven. Different stones, crosses and statues indicate the resting place of the ones who were lost. Angels watching over them, warm and comforting words on the gravestones. And hundreds, hundreds of names. One of those names is the reason why she's here. Although this is her first time on the cemetery, she knows she needs to take a left and follow one of the main roads into the gentle hills. In case she would visit her some time, although she truly thought she never would. But since Danny calls she started thinking and figured she owned this person that much. When she finds a paved path on her left, she stops, leaves her bike on centerstand and continues walking. Every step seems harder, the closer she gets, the faster her heart is beating. She feels like she should have done this a long time ago, but she couldn't, she just couldn't bare it. Her eyes glide over the names on the tombstones as she walks past them. Under an oak tree she halts startled. Although she new it was coming, reading the name engraved in the marble feels like a confirmation of the truth. She swallows back the tears, unable to speak. Carefully she steps closer, not knowing what to say or do. Her eyes down on the ground, almost afraid to look up. Gosh, does she feel bad about this. A coward, an irresponsible coward, that's what she is. She looks up again and reads the name again.

Here lies

Abigail Maria Sullivan

March 18, 1979 – July 2, 2000

She gave so much and demanded so little
She lives with us in memory and will for evermore

Zoë's eyes fill up, a tear falls down from her cheek. Still unable to take it she shakes her head in disbelief. Here lies her sister, her best friend, her family. One of the most important people in her life, the one who taught her so many things, comforted her and laughed with her. And that person is gone. She takes a deep breath and swallows apprehensively, then she start to speak, even though she knows Abi probably can't hear her.
"Sorry that I didn't visit you earlier", she apologizes. "It's just… it's been hard, Abs".
Tears stream down her face, she's barely holding it together. She stares at the picture of her sister on her headstone. That beautiful face, her great smile. Never did Zo saw her sister give in, she was such a strong woman. Zoë always looked up to that, that's what she wanted to be.
"I started hunting after I found the wooden case you guys left me. It felt like the best thing to do, moving on where you had to stop. But it doesn't help. There's so much out there, Abs. How the hell am I suppose to fight it? And whatever I do, it won't get you back".
Zoë looks up at the blue sky, trying to avoid the moment of caving in. But she can't help it, tears keep running down her face and the hole in her stomach feels like it's getting bigger and bigger.
"I'm so sorry, Abi. I'm so sorry about all this".
She brings her hand to her face and wipes away the tears as she kneels down. From her pocket she reveals a golden locket.
"We got this from Mom, remember? For protection. I found yours years ago when I cleaned out the house. I've been wanting to give this to you".
With a knife she plucks away the grass on the grave and digs a small hole, where she drops in the piece of jewelry. She covers it up again and stands up.
"I wish you were here, Aby. I wish you could show me how to pull this off, because honestly, I have no idea", she admits upset. "There's so much coming for us, it scares the living hell out of me".

She sighs. With difficulty she swallows back the tears and gets her act together. Uncomfortable she scans her surroundings. Someone's watching her, she can feel it, she can hear it. She has a clue who it might be.
"I tell ya, there will come a day that you'll get shot in a cemetery, know that?", she speaks up out loud, hinting that night at the cemetery in Paragould, where she nearly shot Sam.
She looks over her shoulder and sees the young man standing on the path in the shadow of the oak tree. Slowly he walks up to her, not really sure how to deal with her right now. He knows she's been crying, but now that he's present, she's trying to keep it in. With her hands in her pocket she looks back at the grave. She can't even be mad at Sam for spying on her, she just doesn't care at this point. He halts next to her and looks down at the gravestone.
"Zo, I'm sorry. I didn't know", Sam apologizes ashamed.
"It's alright, I just couldn't tell you", she replies numb.
Carefully Sam looks aside. "Do you know what happened?"
She nods yes, she feels anger building inside of her.
"A demon".
Sam shakes his head and watches her with sympathy. No wonder she wasn't herself at all the last few days. He feels for her, he knew about her father, but this… He tries to imagine, but the idea of losing his older brother gives him chills over his entire body. It would be unbearable, not possible. And yet Zoë must live with this.

"Sometimes when I see you two, I get jealous", Zo confesses. "I use to have that, a sibling, but I lost it. I lost it all".
Her eyes glister again, filled with sadness and grief.
"And when you two fight…", she continues. "It makes me so mad, because you have no idea how quick it might be over".
Stubborn she shakes her head, fighting the emotions. But it's a fight she's not going to win.
"I miss her so much, Sam", she cries and looks him in the eye.
Then it happens, something Sam thought he wouldn't ever get to see. The unthinkable; Zoë breaks. Without hesitation Sam puts a hand on her shoulder and when she accepts his touch, he closes his arms around her. She leans in against his chest and continues crying heart rending. He can feel her tears come through the fabric of his blouse. He softly hushes her and caresses her hair. But he can't tell her that it's okay, that everything will be all right. That would just be a lie, those words wouldn't make things better. All he does is hold her, hoping this way he's able to comfort her. And he thought they had it bad, sacrificing so much for the greater good. But Zo, that's a whole other story. At least he still has his brother, he still has his father. The sacrifices Zoë already made in her short life are so sad and unfair, no wonder she hates the world. Here body is shivering, unable to control her breathing her heartbreaking cry continues. Moved by her outburst, he rests his cheek against her brown curls, trying to calm her down with soft words. He feels frustrated, that the girl he cares for is experiencing so much sorrow, and what is he going to do about it? Nothing, he can't, no one can. It's impossible to fix this, and that makes this whole situation even sadder than it already is. And so he just holds her, waiting for the storm to pass.