Chapter Two

I sat in the tree, my breathing as quiet and calm as I could make it while I looked across the road to the house. I stared, my eyes plastered to the front door waiting for any sign of movement no matter how minute. The arrow was already notched in my bow just waiting to be set free, to drive into the heart of the unholy creature that walked through that doorway.

Then I saw it a crack of light shining out from the doorway as the door slowly opened. I pulled the bow taught and took aim preparing to fire the arrow as a shadow filled the doorway; it was him the werewolf Elijah, the leader of the local pack. What happened next is almost a blur in my mind as I released the arrow and it shot forward a faint whistle following it through the air; just as it reached the werewolf, a look of surprise and shock on his face, it burst into black fire and was immediately gone.

I stared in disbelief, the arrow was gone and the werewolf looked right at me an angry snarl on his halfway transformed face. I had gone cold as I stared right into the now fully transformed werewolf's eyes and fumbled with another arrow for my bow. How, how had the arrow just burnt into nothing I had no idea but that didn't matter right now, what did was the fact that I was starring down one of the largest and most powerful werewolves I'd ever seen.

I notched another arrow into the bow and pulled back ready to take aim, however, before I could he was already across the road approaching the tree. I swore under my breath as the arrow I shot missed him by an inch; I threw the bow across my back now that he was so close it was pointless to use it and whipped out my gun. There Elijah was ripping and clawing up the bottom of the tree in an attempt to climb it and kill me and there I was trapped in a tree by a werewolf with only a bow, a handful of arrows and my desert eagle with only two silver bullets left.

I was starting to feel myself become panicked and took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, it worked but only a little as I was still pressed with the issue of getting out of here. Finally I took one last gulp of fresh air into my lungs and jumped. The feeling of weightlessness hit me and passed a second later only to be replaced by the stomach wrenching feeling of falling. I realized my eyes were closed and had to mentally force myself to open them and keep myself from screaming.

I opened my eyes just as I came down onto the werewolf's back with a painful thud I felt through half my body; it did accomplish the goal, however, the werewolf was toppled over and stunned at least for the moment. I quickly jumped up from where I lay sprawled out on the cold ground and pointed my gun right at him as he turned to face me; all the anger and ferociousness left his face as soon as he saw the gun replaced by what could only be described as animalistic fear.

He stared at me not daring to move an inch as I looked at him down the barrel of my gun, it was only a few seconds like that but it had felt like a lifetime before I finally pulled the trigger. BANG. The sound erupted in my ears as the bullet drove itself into the werewolf's skull and brain right between his almond eyes. He flopped to the ground lifeless as he changed back to a human form with blood pouring from his forehead.

Suddenly I spun around my gun still ready to fire at any time as I heard a chuckle behind me, "whose there?" I said nervously into the dark. That's when a dark figure emerged from the shadows across the street and my gun shot up pointed directly at him ready to fire at any moment. "Who the hell are you?" I ask trying without success to sound confident and in charge of the situation. The dark figure walked forward slowly as I yelled a warning of my gun toward what I now saw was a him, he however didn't seem to even be listening. I was crouched now and stood, the gun never turned away from the man approaching, now on the same side of the road as me.

I yelled one more time that I would shoot if he didn't stop but he just smiled and waved his hand; suddenly my arm jerked and twisted back causing pain to shoot down my back and forcing me to let out a small scream. If I hadn't been surprised then I was when I saw his eyes, solid black orbs, and I spat out the word, "demon" and he just smiled at me almost innocently. Next thing I know I feel the ground slip out under me and I'm in the air; then I hear it, before I can even feel it, I hear the sound of me slamming into the tree behind me as pain shoots through me like fire and my vision gets blurred around the edges.

I screamed, loudly now, and this only seemed to spur the demon on as he walked up to me standing less than a foot away; his hand was still outstretched holing me against the tree with that dark power demons had and laughed. "Well look at this, a pretty little hunter you are, Alyse and talented too. I mean sitting in that tree not moving for almost three hours with the bow ready to kill the wolf, I am undoubtedly impressed. However I am afraid to tell you that this is it for you, my master said that you and your little friends were becoming pains for him so he sent me to take care of you so sorry; truly I am."

The demon laughed again arching his head backwards; slowly I could feel the grip around me tighten as it started to choke the air out of my lungs as I closed my eyes. My throat burned now and tears streaked my face, I knew I would die soon when suddenly I felt my feet hit the ground and give out under me as the pressure released. I gulped down breath after breath of cold night air and then lifted my head seeing the demon lying dead on the ground blood dribbling out of it's mouth and then looked up seeing the man I had talked to earlier that night, the one who had killed the demon and saved my life, Sam Winchester.