A/N: glad you're enjoying it, Wyatt Family's Bitch ^_^
Evangeline woke with a start, her lungs screaming for air. Her eyes snapped open, the demonic face of her father inches from her own. Straining, she looked to her right. Bray was fast asleep on his stomach, his face turned towards her but unaware of what was going on. She tried to move, to alert him but it was futile. The demon held her entire body down, suffocating her. She urged Bray, trying to make him wake up. "Look at him sleeping so peacefully while I squeeze the very life out of you!"
Darkness dances at the edge of her vision. True darkness, darker than the night and the dark room she laid in. It threatened to swallow her whole. "Give into it, Evangeline. Give in!" The demon urged her. She fought until her lungs burned and her mind screamed for release. With a muffled cry she gave in, letting the darkness take her. Until she felt the rough hand in hers.
"Evangeline! Evangeline! WAKE UP!" Bray straddled her waist, shaking her shoulders. "WAKE UP!" Her eyes snapped open and she gasped for air, panicking. "Baby, baby, it's me!" He urged, pulling her up and into his arms. They held onto each other for dear life, shuttering against each other. Bray had woken to find her gasping for air, struggling under the weight of an invisible foe. Before his eyes he saw the bruises forming under an invisible hand, heard Evangeline stop breathing.
"He tried to kill me. Right here in the bed as you slept!" She sobbed against Bray's chest. "He made you think I was sleeping. I saw baby. I couldn't see him, but I saw him attacking you." He buried his face in her hair, arms still shaking as he held her. "We've got to kill him. I don't know how, but we've got to kill him." "I don't know how to. I don't know how to find out anything about killing a demon..." She sobbed into his chest. "I have an idea. Let's get cleaned up and leave."
She wanted to shower before they left and understandably she didn't want to be alone. Bray stood behind her in the water, holding her hand as she closed her eyes to wash her hair. "Why does this shit always happen to us?" She asked mournfully. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. The sensation of his beard against her bare flesh made her giggle slightly. "I think we constantly are reminded just how strong we are." She rubbed her cheek against his. "Ever wish we were normal people? Like you know, a white picket house and a compact car in the driveway. Maybe a big wedding and kids and a golden retriever." "You know we're not normal." He replied. "Normal is boring. Normal is for sheep. We're constantly attacked because we are strong and we are on the right path." He stopped, thinking about what he had just said. "Do you want a normal picket fence and kids kind of life?" He asked sheepishly. "I couldn't imagine having kids. Or a compact car." She laughed.