Oh, it's almost been a month since I last updated. Please, don't kill. I know I'm a horrible person. Umm, forgive me? Yeah. And this chapter is kinda short too. Sorry. I guess it's not that bad... Um, enjoy it. I don't own Hetalia or Supernatural and never ever will.
The Ferrari sped down the road toward the home of Autumn Daniels. Currently, Dean and Feli were driving in the other direction back to the house that started their investigation in the first place. They were both trying to find any evidence that the amulet had been used. If they could, then they would know exactly what they were dealing with and could more easily put a stop to it. Inside, Sam was reading the short paragraph about the amulet to Lovino who was driving.
"To make such an amulet, a witch must offer up her own soul in exchange for this power. The demon will basically form a contract with the witch. If a witch and a demon combine their powers to create the amulet, the witch will gain full power over spiritual realm in the area in which they reside. All spirits will be attracted to a certain point where the witch lives. Once the spirits are in her power, the only way to stop them is to burn their bones or stop destroy the amulet. In order to stop the witch from collecting more souls, the amulet must be destroyed. The demon will automatically be summoned again to take the witches soul."
"So basically all we have to do is find the witch and destroy her amulet?" Lovino interrupted. "That seems too easy."
"It's not. This witch is powerful, which means it'll take more than just brute strength to get past her. And considering her soul is on the line, she's guarding this amulet with her life. She probably already knows we're here too. That just makes this a whole lot harder on us."
Lovino frowned, gripping the steering wheel. Damn, why did everything have to be so difficult? He hated that. "Then what are we going to do?"
"First, we need to find this witch. We'll go talk to Autumn again and see if she could possibly know about any strange occurrences. Hopefully, she can give us some helpful information."
"And if she can't?" Lovino asked.
Sam didn't respond. He didn't have to. One look over at the Italian told him that he understand perfectly well how screwed they would be. If they didn't uncover something soon, the whole case would basically be a flop. Sam found himself staring at the others knuckles, which were turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He sighed. "Look, Lovino. We'll find something. As long as we don't give up. Where there's a will, there's a way."
"Si, but how many people could we lose doing this? How dangerous is this? And don't you lie to me, because I might look young but I can handle it! I'm sick of people thinking I'm weak because of my age. So don't sugar coat it!"
Sam paused, thinking for a moment. Finally, he whispered, "If we're careful, I think we can all live through this. But it's a very big possibility that we could all die. But that just comes with the job."
"You're right." Lovino sighed.
The car fell into a heavy silence again. Sam turned back to skimming through the pages again. There was only two that related to the amulet, but he still hoped something might jump out at him that he hadn't noticed before. Sam was concentrating so hard that he didn't realize the car had stopped. Lovino got out, slamming his door, which snapped Sam back to reality. He quickly got out of the vehicle and ran to catch up with the Italian who was nearly at the door.
Lovino knocked loudly on the wood, starting to dig in his pockets for the fake F.B.I. badge he always carried. He froze when the creaking of the door reached his ears. The hazel eyes rose to see the door had mysteriously swung open on its own. He looked back at Sam who was frozen on the bottom step of the porch. After a minute, Sam stepped forward and called, "Miss Daniels, are you here?" There was no answer, and the two were quickly enveloped in an eerie silence. Lovino hesitated a second longer before stepping forward and going into the house. Sam grabbed his shoulder and started to pull him back. "What are you, crazy?" the older asked. "Does this not scream suspiciously creepy to you?"
"Yes, but what choice do we have? I mean, we're here to investigate the suspiciously creepy stuff. Now come on you wimp." He pulled away and continued into the house. Sam followed, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in his gut.
Lovino cautiously walked through the living room and into the kitchen area. Still, they spotted no signs of life in the quiet house. The two stood in the kitchen, desperately straining their ears trying to hear even the tiniest sound. Then, they heard it. Somewhere in the back of the house, a floorboard creaked. Lovino's head snapped around and he immediately started walking toward the noise. Sam followed behind, a little more cautiously.
Sam let the Italian lead him back to what appeared to be a storage room. The room seemed to be entirely coated in a layer of dust and grime. Cobwebs hung from the corners. The only light was from the opening between the curtains. Lovino walked towards the center of the room, seemingly losing all sense of caution or common sense. Sam stopped nearer to the doorway and looked around suspiciously. His arm reached out to feel along the wall for a light switch of some kind. Much to his surprise, he actually found one. He flipped it on and the room was flooded with yellowish light from an old bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling.
This was not what caught either of the hunters' eyes however. It was the large pentagram painted on the floor of the room, directly under the light bulb. Sam immediately recognized the design as the one present on the amulet in the book. "Um, Lovino this doesn't look good."
The shorter male started slowly backing away from the design. "Si, for once I agree with you. Let's get out of here…" Both turned to run out of the room, but the door slammed closed before they could reach. Sam tried to pull it open, but even with Lovino's help it wouldn't budge.
The light in the room suddenly turned off. Then, a cackling laugh sent chills up his spine, and a voice spoke from across the room. "Looks like you hunters have fallen right into my trap." Autumn Daniels. Sam tried making out the person but couldn't quite see her. "Now, all I have to do is wait for my ghost slaves to finish off your brothers, then I'll finally have you all out of my hair."
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Oh, and I'm going to be honest with you. I have no clue when I'll finish with the next chapter. I will try, TRY, not to take as long as I did with this one. Thanks for sticking with me and being patient. I've been suffering with really serious writer's block with a lot of my stories. I think I'm coming out of it now, so that's good. I'll do my best to get the next one to you as soon as possible.