AN: Here is the sixth chapter. The updates are horribly done, I know. The writing bug just never strikes me these days. And when it does, I'm so tired. Ron is my inspiration, and never lets me give up, and she does amazing dialogue. I dedicate everything I write to her.
Brianna awoke to the sound of the doors of her cage rattling. Her eyes were gritty from where she cried herself asleep and her neck was cramped from her awkward position. A look around the room revealed that Jacob was crouched on the other side of the cage, looking at her warily. He knew she would be in a vulnerable mood, with several emotions rolling around inside her. He was wrong, however, because Brianna felt numb. She wanted to be furious and betrayed, but really, she was numb and stupid. Looking back, the signs were there.
Her mother only ever showed affection when Brianna proved herself to be superior to others: When her lovely hair was complemented, when her grades were better than her mother's friend's daughter's. Every time she made her mother look good in the eyes of the coven, she was rewarded with love. Over the years, Brianna's mind had conveniently forgotten the times where she had embarrassed her mother and was punished with violence. Brianna felt so stupid. And guilty for dragging Jacob into her mess. She was determined to save him, at least. With that in mind, she dug in her pocket, looking for the toothpick that she had forgotten to throw away. During one of their meals at some strange diner, she had ordered a sandwich to go, and it had a toothpick in the middle. For some reason, she put it in her pocket instead of leaving it in the car. Right now, she was glad that she was weird.
Jacob continued to watch Brianna, confused, but he feared her wrath too much to question her at this moment. As soon as she started to pick the lock, he understood, and moved in to help her. Brianna's hands were shaking too much to even get the toothpick in the simple padlock, so Jacob gently placed his hands over hers and they worked the lock together, not talking, until it clicked and the door swung open.
"How are we going to do this?" Jacob whispered after they were out of the cage.
"It seems quiet. Maybe we can sneak up and get to the truck?" Brianna whispered back ignoring the shakiness of her voice.
Jacob wondered if he should ask what was wrong. Would they have time for a chat and be able to make it out alive? If they were caught Brianna would die. He decided a little chat wouldn't kill either of them.
"What's wrong?" Jacob asked watching the door that lead upstairs.
"Nothing." She replied still sounding like she was about to cry.
"Bri…" Jacob whispered hoping she could finish the sentence that he was afraid would warn the witches upstairs of their whereabouts.
"It's all my fault. I should have listened to you when you voted for plan B. Now we could both die and it's all my fault. Why am I so stupid?" She asked no one as tears streamed down her face.
"Listen to me. This isn't your fault. We are in this together. It's not your fault. You wanted your mother. Someone you thought loved you. Now, we just have to get out of here before we die." Jacob said holding her shoulders so she was forced to look at him.
"Alright…let's go." She whispered wiping the tears from her face.
They inched up the stairs testing each one to make sure they didn't creak. The door slowly grew closer and closer. They were a few stairs away from the door and could hear the strange chanting that came from the other side. They continued through the door trying not to be noticed by the witches.
Brianna paused right outside the door frame of the living room, Jacob right behind her. She peeked in and saw about ten women standing in a circle, all dressed in white dresses, adorned with shiny gold jewelry. In the middle of the circle stood a podium, with a fancy gold lighter and lighter fluid on top. Farther in the room was a larger pyre. Brianna had a very bad feeling about how she was supposed to die, and going by Jacob's indrawn breath, he had come to the same conclusion.
Unfortunately, her mother had also heard the sharp breath, and turned her head suddenly. Anger distorted her face into an ugly mask, and she lunged at Brianna, who squeaked and turned to run. The other women caught on fast, and started to try and catch Jacob, who started to fight his way out. Brianna was still dodging her mother not slowing down to even think about how wrong this situation was. Jacob managed to drop all of the women before they could break out their spells. In the end, without magic, they were just skinny, middle age women. Celeste, however, was not that stupid, and was all juiced up. She caught Brianna by the arm and held her against the wall. Studying her face, Celeste grinned, as she recognized guilt, and why it was there. She dropped Brianna and turned to the creature that was trying to sneak up on her. She grabbed his strange claw like hand that would have slit her throat and slammed Jacob against the wall, holding his throat, slowly choking him to death. His eyes went from the cat like eyes to normal human eyes after she tightened her grip.
"Strange how my pathetic daughter finds the most interesting friends. There was a ghost before you. Her only friend. Sad really. All that old fool would do was cry over his destroyed life and she loved every second of the 'human interaction'." Celeste laughed coldly at her failure of a daughter enjoying the anger Jacob showed s he tried to squirm away.
"At least she has friends. People who care if she lives or dies. You are just a witch who controls others and kills what she doesn't like. She may be pathetic to you but at least she isn't some crazy witch." Jacob choked out. Celeste's anger showed as she slowly lifted Jacob off his feet.
"At least my friends are like me. No one is like that sad piece of trash. Hiding in the corner watching her friend die not even knowing what she can do. With her angel daddy and me, she could be the most powerful thing this earth has ever seen. Instead she can't do anything but wait till you die and then wait for me to finish my ritual which ends with her dying. Don't worry though. You'll both go to monster hell."
"To bad…I won't…die. Psycho…bitch." Jacob gasped as the stone podium slammed into Celeste's skull.
Brianna stood over her bleeding mother, and felt the numbness seep back into her body. Jacob came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. Neither one said a word or moved for a very long time.
Jacob could feel the hate rolling off of Brianna. He knew he couldn't move her so he stood there watching the woman who nearly choked him to death bleed out. The white carpet underneath her quickly turned a bright red. All the blood started messing with him. He could feel himself getting hungrier and hungrier. Brianna must have noticed because she quickly turned around and walked out the door grabbing the keys that hung on the hook.
"It's dark. Let's get the stuff out of the truck and take this." Brianna said unlocking the door to the black Camaro with gold accents.
"Alright." Jacob said getting all they could find out of the truck.
There were several (fifteen) guns with an array of ammo. There was a machete, salt and a small thing of holy water. What really scared Brianna and Jacob though was the sliver blade that was hidden underneath of the seat. They stared at it for a while, and when Brianna grabbed the smooth handle she dropped it out of fear as it vibrated only the slightest. Jacob wrapped it in a towel and used it to cut a hiding spot for the weapons they found in the car.
Jacob slide into the driver's seat and waited for Brianna. When she finally found her way into the overly fancy car she was holding a worn black book.
"What's that?" Jacob asked curiously.
"Address book…We should leave. We can look through it later." She said coldly throwing the book in the floor.
"You ok?" Jacob asked concerned.
"Not really. I just killed my mother. She may have been…terrible but she was my family." Brianna said quietly after a few minutes of arguing with herself.
"No…she wasn't. We're family. Family will do anything for you and loves you no matter what. That's what we are." Jacob said in a stern voice. He continued after Brianna laughed quietly. "How about this. After all this stuff is done and we find Dean and everything, we go anywhere we want and start over. No Master. No crazy mom. Just us and the world." Jacob said hopefully
"A-alright. Let's find a hotel somewhere far away from here though." Brianna said not liking the curios faces that looked through windows.
With that Jacob sped out of the driveway and headed far away from the house full of dead witches.