Chapter 26
"Lousiana." Koven calmly said the young girl's name as she slid into the seat across from her. The girl looked like—and no offence to her—like shit. Her hair was cut unevenly, tangled and sticking in clumps with dried blood.
There were bruises and cuts all up her arms and legs, and some slashes across her shirt. Her eyes were puffy, and her lips were swollen and split. She looked like she'd been attacked rather than fallowed by Slenderman. If Slenderman even existed—and Koven didn't doubt that he did.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions. If you don't feel comfortable answering them than you don't have to, okay?" The girl did nothing to say that she'd heard a word Koven had said, and began to play with a scab on her knee. "Louisiana did you see the attacker?" This is when her face shot up.
"Ha!" Louisiana exclaimed before getting to her feet, leaning onto the table to get a good look at Koven. Her blue eyes were riddled with crazy and saliva slowly drizzled from her lips. Koven felt spit land on her face with every word the girl spoke. "See him?! I can't stop seeing him!" She cried, pulling back so she was almost sitting in her chair again.
"His face!" As Louisiana spoke, she reached up to her own and ran her fingers across her forehead. It was now that Koven realized her eyebrows should have been there, but they weren't. "H-he did this! I barely got away and all you ask is if I saw him?!"
"Louisiana, please calm down." Koven replied as calmly as she could with another possibly insane person in the room. It was the first time she'd done this kind of crazy.
"Calm down!? I was just attacked by Jeff the fucking killer and motherfucking Slenderman, I am not going to calm down!" Something in Koven's chest tightened at her words. There was more than one. She should have known. Most of the children were athletes; they might have been able to run away. And besides; when dose Slenderman leave evidence behind.
Koven stood rather quickly, sending her chair backwards. She could hear the pounding of blood in her ears as the investigation room door flung open and Officer Crowley entered the room.
"Agent, are you okay?" He questioned as more officers entered to restrain Louisiana.
"They're coming! They're going to kill every last asshat that was at the party!" She cried, flinging around as the officers carried her. "They'll kill us all!" Koven felt something in her chest tighten. She was just as crazy as... Koven
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Dean exclaimed as Koven entered the motel room. She ignored him, shoving him out of my way and throwing the car keys she had to the window-side table. Koven immediately grabbed her bag and began to dig.
"Get Sam." She mumbled as she continued her endless search. There was no noise from behind her so she turned around to see Dean standing next to the door, his arms crossed. "Dean freaking Winchester, I am not in the best of freaking moods. Go get you brother."
Koven didn't know how she felt about the situation at hand. She wasn't even sure how Dean had talked her into it; trying to use Dannie as bait. What made her even more curious was why the hell Dannie agreed to it.
"We shouldn't have done this." Koven announces nervously as she glanced at Sam and Dean from the back seat. Dannie had just jumped the gate, and was staring into the pool of trees and bushes.
"She'll be fine." Dean insisted, rolling his eyes before looking at her through the rear-view mirror. "She's 17." He said it like 17 was the age to drink a beer and smoke.
"Yeah, a little young." Koven scoffed at the elder Winchester. "I didn't get my ears pierced until I was 19, let alone hunt a monster." She paused, and was sure Dean would have made a snappy comment at her if she hadn't spoken again "You gotta remember I come from a world where magic and the supernatural don't exist."
Not yet… Not yet… Koven kept thinking this. Dannie's shaking hand slowly moved away from the gun. Dannie could imagine Dannie saying something along the lines of This better be worth it before she stalked into the woods. Koven had zoned out to the point where she was mindlessly chewing on her nails.
"I'm not so sure using Dannie for this was such a good idea." She spoke her mind once more and the eldest in the car groaned in annoyance.
"She'll be fi-" His reassurance was cut off by a high-pitched scream and a not-to-far off gun shot. Koven was the first out of the Impala, her own gun in hand.
"Koven!" She heard Sam call after her. Koven's forgotten coat had fallen out of the car and onto the ground; without it the cold of the night slapped Koven with enough power to make her want to go back. But the repeated gun-shot made her keep going. She reached the gate and threw herself up onto it. Her feet found a place in the diamond shaped opening, her hands the same. She tugged up, then again, and once more to reach the top.
The pounding of feet on the ground came from both the left and the right. The Winchester on one side; Dannie on the other. she hurled herself to Dannie's unprotected, enclosed side. Once she hit the ground all the wind was knocked out of her.
It didn't take even half a moment for her to regain the breath, her footing, and her willpower. She gripped her gun with such force that her knuckles turned white and she was positive her hand would be red.
"Koven!" It sounded like the boys were having trouble getting over the gate... That was strange. "Koven!" It was a desperate call that she didn't answer.
"Help!"
"Dannie!" Koven cried desperately. "Dannie where are you!" There was another gunshot, and a pain went trough Koven's leg. She gasped and looked down. She hadn't been shot, but a bullet had nicked the skin.
"Marissa!" Dannie skitted to a stop, falling onto her back in the process.
"Dannie." Koven rushed to her, holding out her hand. "Get up." Dannie hesitated for a moment—a moment that was almost too long. "Now!" Dannie jumped at the sudden outburst and didn't take any time in getting up now. "Go, run! Now!"
Koven's breathing became heavy as she and Dannie raced towards the gate. Footsteps fallowed from behind, and the banging of hand on metal was present. Once they cleared the trees, Dannie made a beeline to the gate, climbing up quickly and sloppily, the Winchesters helping her over. As soon as Koven touched the gate, something long and slimy wrapped around her waist from behind.
"Dean!"
Koven hacked up any air left inside of her once she hit the ground. She had to force air in and out of her own lungs, and it felt like hell. Maybe it was a good thing—get crushed by Slenderman and chopped to bits by Jeff the Killer…
"No…" She croaked out the loan word. She slowly began to push herself up, staring at where her gun lay on the ground. "No…" A foot connected with the small of her back and stepped down. All the new air she'd gain was gone once again. The pressure was making it had to breath.
"Go to sleep." She cringed at the voice—his voice. Jeff the Killer was stepping on her. She grimaced as sharp metal—Jeff's knife—slowly ran across her back.
"Yeah. I'd rather not." She grunted as Jeff stepped down harder.
"Go." He pressed further. "To." She slid the knife farther. "Sleep." A gun shot splat blood all over Koven's backside, and Jeff screamed out of pain. Koven had the moment to shove him off, and she did.
"Koven run!" Sam's voice was close. But she ran in the opposite direction. A flash of white and black. Slenderman.
"Shit…" She mumbled, watching him faze in and out each time she passed him. There was no way to stop herself from falling down when stubbing her toes on a tree root.
Get up Vermont. Now Theo decides to share her own thoughts. Great, just friggin great. The slimy tentacle slipped around Koven's neck this time, its grip tight as it raised her from the ground. Koven's natural instinct was to reach up, grip whatever was holding onto her and scratch at it.
Three gun shots were fired, one after the other. Her air was getting cut off—she gurgled on her own saliva, praying for a way out. Cas-
Koven's lifeless body fell from the tentacles of Slenderman. It made the slightest thump when it connected with the ground, and didn't move. Slenderman's blank expression didn't change when more gunshots went off.
One hit his back, the other his head, the last one his leg. He bled, but nothing happened. Dannie knew what do to. She knew how to stop it—it was how she stopped Jeff. She held the large butchers knife covered in blood—both Jeff's blood and Koven's— and ran forward.
The knife sank into the spot between the sets of tentacles with a deep and sickening sounding thunk. The sound was inhuman, and earsplitting. She reeled back and stabbed again, this time straight at one of his tentacles. She wondered why he wasn't disappearing, but kept going for it. Each time it went to the hilt, she pulled it back out and pushed it into another tentacle.
"Dannie! Dannie!" Dean had to force her off, and the knife fell to the ground in a pile of blood. Slenderman began to run, not faze in and out, but run. Dean took one look at where Koven had fallen—she was gone.
As Slenderman ran, his strength slowly came back, any wounds he had slowly healing themselves—his tentacles being the hardest and most painful part of the process. He made almost no noise besides the pounding of feet and the snap of twigs under his feet.
But he stopped dead in his tracks. The person who stood in front of him—her eyes were glowing a pure whiteness that blinded him. Her hand slowly moved up, glowing with red and golden light.
"Go. To. Sleep."
A blinding light shot through the forest. The power of it was enough to sent the boys and Dannie off their feet. Once they could get back up, Dean rushed in the direction of where it came from. Sam and Dannie fallowed, but couldn't keep up. The elder Winchester skitted to a stop in front of it. A empty suit and smart shoes lay on the ground, ashes on the grass.
Koven stood on the other side of it, her hand raised and her eyes half-open.
"Dean." She slurred his name out and her knees shook. He rushed over as she fell, catching her before she could get half way off her feet. This wasn't possible... he had seen her die.
But then again. Crazier things had happened before; her identity was crazier than this.
"Koven, Koven. Little Koven." Someone kicked at her side lightly. "Vermont, get up." Koven groaned, scrunching up her face as she began to wake up. Was she even waking up? "Don't make me get the water bucket." She slowly began to open her eyes, adjusting to the darkness. What had that light been before? Hadn't she died?
"Dean..." She mumbled his name.
"Sorry. Don't have the boobs for that roll." Theo came into her view, standing on the solid ground two feet from where Koven lay. "Time to get up sleeping nerd-girl." She held her hand out to Koven, who took it and let herself be pulled up. Once on her feet, Koven looked around.
It was the same forest as before, but everyone was gone. No one was in sight. Not Sam. Not Dannie. Not... Dean. His name was the only one that stuck to her, to her heart. Did she care about him more than she thought she did. She mentally shook her head, which she found strange because she was technically in her mind at the moment.
"Don't worry Koven, Dean's okay, Sammy's okay and that Dannie girl's okay. The hunt is ove-" Koven shook her head.
"No, no that's not my problem. I... I should be dead." Theo clicked her tongue.
"Yeah, keyword being should Vermont. You should know by now that nothing ever goes as planned." Theo smiled sarcastically.
"But if I died... I should have gone to hell..." Theo rolled her eyes.
"Patience pato-thingy." She waved it off. "It'll all be explained soon." She shrugged. "Or it won't I don't know. But you have to wake up. You've been out for about..." Theo checked her imaginary watch, then looked at Koven. "Two hours."
"But wait," Theo held up her hand and snapped. Koven was once again submerged into darkness. This time, she lay on a rather cushioned ground.
"She's perfectly fine. How is that possible?" Dannie was somewhere to the left. Koven felt vibrations in her legs which ment that she way laying across Dannie.
"Even we have no idea." This was gonna be... fun.