A/N: so I delved into the show Supernatural a bit for all of this. Didn't steal, just borrowed a bit in the practice of demon killing lol.
Wyatt Family's Bitch: glad you're enjoying it ^_^
Thanks for the follow, angelsxlivexforever!
Evangeline rolled onto her back and placed her feet on her father's chest, keeping him above her. He reached for her throat, clawing at her arms and legs. She could hear Bray, still pounding away at the door. Looking around for anything possible to defend herself, she spotted the salt and pepper shakers on the table in the room. She kicked against him hard and dove for the salt, pouring some in her hand to toss over her shoulder and into his face. He howled with pain and stumbled back as he grabbed at the burning flesh.
The salt distracted him enough to release the hold he had on the door and Bray busted through, dashing for Evangeline. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, dragging her from the bed and to the door. As he pulled her through the doorway, she spread a line of salt across it. Bray stared at the man with hatred burning in his eyes. The sight of Evangeline's busted lip and bruised face infuriated him. "He's possessed." She informed him. "The salt will keep him from following us right now." She grabbed his hand, pulling him in the direction of the truck. "Who was that?" Bray asked as she cranked the truck. "My father." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're going to Louisiana, but we can't go home. Call the boys and let them know. I have to destroy my father before we can go home."
She drove most of the night at top speeds, weaving in and out of traffic until they made it into Louisiana. "Evangeline, we have to stop. You need some recovery time. At least some sleep." She considered it a bit before wheeling into a motel. "I do need a rest. And I need to figure out how to kill him." Once they checked in Evangeline spread salt across every windowsill and doorframe. Then she had Bray move the bed in the room so she could draw a symbol with the salt underneath it. Only then did she feel comfortable enough to pull her shoes off and climb into bed. He did the same and crawled into bed behind her. He knew she didn't feel much like talking and he knew it, so he gave her space and laid his arm across her. He felt her breathing even out, sleep overtaking her before it took him.
Her crying woke him up a few hours later. She turned to face him, burying her wet face in his chest as he held her close. "AllI can see is his face." She sobbed. "It's bad enough I killed my mother. Now my father possessed. I didn't ask to be born...why is all of this happening to me?" He turned her face up to him, kissing the wet streaks her tears left behind. "You didn't kill you're mother. None of this is your fault darlin." She buried her face in his chest again, and he took her hand, lacing his fingers in hers. "And for the record I'm damn glad you're here. You weren't asked to be born, but you were put here for a reason." She held him tight, not crying anymore but still shuttering. "All I can see when I close my eyes is him." Bray held her tightly, kissing her gently. "I'm so sorry darlin."