Authors Notes: Well, here you guys go! Chapter 2 of Lay It On The Line! WOO
Don't worry the Winchesters will be coming in soon enough, but first Liz and Elle are being introduced into the story line, so hope you guys don't mind that ;)
"Way, way down inside honey, you need it, I'm gonna give you my love... I'm gonna give you my love. Wanna Whole Lotta Love."
Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin rang from Liz's cell phone. Led Zeppelin being one of her favorite bands, not her all-time favorite, but in the top five, which mostly...actually, all consisted of classic rock bands because that was her music, that's all she ever listened to and sometimes it annoyed Mark, sure he also loved listening to some Zeppelin or Skynyrd every now and then, but he couldn't listen to them almost 24/7 like Liz did.
He would always ask her, "Don't you get tired of listening to same albums over and over?" And Liz would always reply back with, "You can never get tired of good music." Which would just cause Mark to sigh and shake his head.
Liz groaned, she was on the way to work and now she had someone calling her. Liz made sure she still kept a hand on the wheel and eye contact towards the road as she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. She took a look at the caller ID to see it was Gabrielle calling, she sighed in irritation seeing that Gabrielle was calling again.
Even though yesterday had gone fine, while she was at work she even checked herself if there had been any omens around town, just to make sure and she found nothing. She decided she would answer the call anyways and see what Gabrielle had to say, "Gabby, just to let you know, I'm perfectly fine and so is Mark and Robby. I even checked around town for any omens and found nothing. We're okay."
"Liz, I had the vision again though." Gabrielle paused for a moment, "Where are you at right now?"
"I'm on my way to the garage."
"What time is it?" Liz looked over to the screen of the radio which because she had in a cd, it had Track 05 and then above it was the time, 8:22am.
"It's eight-twenty two here, why?" She knew that since Gabrielle was over in Stanford that the time was different from what the time was in where she was, which was Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was a long way a way from where she grew up in Sioux, but this was where she met Mark and he lived when she had moved in with him and quit hunting.
She had only met Mark after a hunt with Gabrielle and she had been taken into the emergency room after she had some ribs broken and stabbed in the abdomen, well actually the ghost had put it's hand in her, but of course she had to lie and say it was a stab wound.
During the time Mark had only just graduated college and got his doctor degree when she had been pulled into the emergency room she had caught his full attention. He loved how strong she proved to be and she intrigued him with her feisty attitude she had then. When he first tried to talk to her, she used mostly her sarcasm and her hard to get side, showing she really didn't care about him.
Though, after not giving in and asking her out for the fourth time, she had decided to give him a try. Of course, she lied to him and didn't tell him she was a hunter when he asked and she told him that she was on a road trip with her sister and was only in town for another week, but that week turned into three weeks after they had became closer.
"I had another dream...or well, vision." Gabrielle answered.
Liz sighed, "Gabby, I told you yesterday that they're only nightmares. I checked around town and there were no signs of any demonic presence anywhere."
"But, my vision of Sam had came true!"
Liz quickly pulled the car onto the side of the road and slammed on the breaks, "What?"
"Sam died, Bobby told me everything."
Liz shook her head fast, not wanting to believe that the younger Winchester had been killed. Sam had always been almost like her little brother, "No. Sam can't be dead. No."
"I'm sorry Liz, but it's true." Liz curled her lips in as she let a few tears come out, "Liz, you okay?"
Liz nodded even though Gabrielle couldn't see and sniffled, whipping the tears away, "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Look, my vision had changed last night, I'm guessing because since you now know about it."
"What happened?"
"You survived, but the demon murdered both Mark and Robby." Liz closed her eyes, "Liz, can you just try to make it home earlier than usual tonight?" Gabrielle asked as Liz opened her eyes back up.
"Yeah, I will. Gabby, I won't let your vision come true. We may have been retired for four years now, but I can do this right. I can stop it. Bobby trained me since I was nine, I haven't forgot anything." Liz assured her sister and she only hoped she stayed true to that.
"Just, be safe."
"I will and I'll call you and let you know when everythings okay."
Liz and Gabrielle said their goodbyes and Liz sighed, staring at the wheel for a while, but then turned the music back up in the car and the song Twilight Zone by Golden Earring blasted through the BMW. Liz then pulled back onto the road and drove herself to the garage.
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"Yeah, see ya Tyler! Make sure to lock everything up!" Liz called to one of her friends she worked with as she walked out of the garage. She had managed to get him to stay late since she had to go home early for family matters. She did own the garage, it was Singers Auto Shop. She had bought the garage off of an old guy who was selling it when she moved in with Mark, it wasn't far from their place either and she always wanted to have her own garage.
She loved when she would shock people seeing that she owned it because apparently to a lot of people she didn't look like she was the kind of woman to own a garage, but a lot of people came to her because of how well she fixed them up and some guys would come to her just to watch her fix their cars.
She walked over to her silver 2007 BMW, though it wasn't anything compared to her old Trans Am. Which was one of the 1978 Firebird models that had the print on the hood like in Smokey And The Bandit. It was the car she had used with her sister for hunting, but after she quit hunting she had retired the Trans Am as well and put her in Bobby's junkyard.
She got into the car, starting it up and speeding out of the parking lot to make sure she could get home in time before the demon could lay a finger on her family. She had called Mark a few times through the day, just to make sure he was okay and every time she called he was fine. She only hoped when she walked through her door that him and Robby would still be fine.
She pulled into her driveway, not even bothering opening the garage door and pulling the car in. She quickly parked the car and pulled out the keys out, running across the lawn up to her front porch. She stopped at the door and took a breath, pulling out her flask in her back pocket that contained holy water. She hesitantly opened the door, everything seemed fine from what it looked. Nothing was out of place, the lights were on and she could hear the television in the living room.
She took a sigh, figuring that everything was alright, so she put the flask back in her pocket and walked towards the kitchen, but stopped in her tracks as she entered and saw a tall man, with curly short brown hair, partially tanned skin, and in some baggy clothes; pinning Mark up against the fridge, "Christo!" Liz snapped, the man's head spazzed in a way then turned his attention to Liz and grinned.
"Elizabeth Corvelle, is that you?" The demon asked with a grin, his hand still gripped around Mark's throat and had him against the fridge, "Wow, it's been a long time." He snickered evilly. That's when Liz knew who the demon was, it was the one that had killed her parents, but she had sent him to Hell four years ago. How was he back?
Mark looked over with question at the name, "Beth, what is he talking about?" He asked, kicking his feet and making a gurgle noise as the demon gripped his throat tighter.
The demon turned back to Mark, "You see here, your wife, Beth...or, well...Liz is what she used to go by before she met you. You see, she was a hunter."
"No! Stop!" Liz yelled at him. Mark raised an eyebrow, but wasn't able to get anything out because the demon had it's hand gripped tight around his throat making it hard to speak.
The demon laughed menacingly then continued to tell Mark about Liz's past, "See, Liz here she hunted the supernatural, your worst nightmares...me included." He smirked, "She used to hunt with her Uncle, younger sister oh and who were those other guys? That's right, The Winchesters!" The demon snickered, "She had the biggest crush on Dean Winchester, it was quite adorable." He teased.
Liz shook her head, "Stop this. He doesn't need to know!"
The demon turned to Liz and dropped Mark onto the floor with a thud, he coughed as he tried to get air back into his lungs, "Oh, but he does. You see, he should know. After all, your past always eventually catches back up to you. You can't escape it as much as you try."
Liz pulled the flask out of her back pocket and opened the cap then splashed holy water into the demons face making him scream in agony as his face burned, "Bitch! I'll make you pay!" He used his power and slammed Liz over against the wall.
"Leave her alone!" Mark yelled, as he stood up, Liz regained conscious and looked up.
"Mark, run!" She ordered him, "He's a demon!"
The demon turned quickly to face Mark and smirked. Running up to him balling his fist and ran his fist right through Mark's chest. Tears formed in Liz's eyes as she watched the demon pull his hand out of Mark's chest and Mark wrapped his arms around himself coughing up blood before falling to the floor.
Liz reached her hand out as Mark looked up at her before his head fell. Suddenly Liz and the demon were brought to the attention of Robby's cries from upstairs. The demon laughed, "That's right! Almost forgot about your son." The demon turned to Liz, "Robby, right?"
Liz stood up and growled at him, "Don't you touch him!"
"Nah, I'm not gonna touch the little rascal now. I have other business to attend to anyways."
"How did you get out?"
The demon shrugged, "The gate of hell was opened and I crawled out, quite nice actually. Believe me it was hard to try and find you. You cover your tracks up well, but I managed." Before Liz knew it the demon was gone and out of sight.
Liz crawled over to Mark's body on the floor, she pulled him up to her and he coughed. Liz's heart raced seeing he was still alive, but barely. She knew she'd never have time to drive him to the hospital, he'd be dead by the time she got there. Mark looked up at Liz, "Why?" He asked, voice trembling.
Tears fell down Liz's face, "I'm sorry. I didn't want to get you involved. I wanted to live a normal life, settle down." She apologized, Mark coughed a few times before finally going numb and his eyes lost their light. Liz cried and put her head down to Mark and rocking him. She was brought back to the attention of Robby crying from upstairs.
She kissed Mark's forehead before getting up and running upstairs to Robby's room. She walked up to his crib, wrapping the blanket around him and picking him up and rocking him, "Shhh, Robby it's okay. I'm here. Mommy's got you." She cooed trying to calm the little boy down. She turned around and ran out and downstairs. She stopped at the end of the stairs and turned to the kitchen, "I'm sorry." She said before turning and running out of the house.
She ran up to the BMW and strapped Robby in his car seat, "Don't worry Robby, I'm gonna make sure you're safe. I'm gonna take you to see your Great-Uncle Bobby and if I can I'll retrieve your aunt Gabby." She said to the boy as she buckled him up in his car seat. The boy squealed at the mention of his relatives, poor boy had no clue what had just happened.
Liz shut the door and then got in the front seat and started the car up, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911 and informed about Mark's death before she pulled out of the driveway and sped out of the neighborhood, not looking back. It would be a thirteen hour drive to Sioux, but she would make sure she drove all night if she had to.
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Bobby pulled his head up from his book as he heard a car pull into the driveway, at first he thought it was probably Sam and Dean pulling in. He got up from his chair and walked out of the library to greet the boys, but he was shocked to see his niece with his nephew in her arms when he opened the door, "Hey Bobby." She gave him a smile.
"Liz, what're you doin' here?" He asked, as he moved out of the way and let Liz walk in. He was glad to see his niece and her baby again, since he hadn't seen them in a long time, but he knew how far away she lived and nothing seemed right. He looked to see that's Liz's eyes were red from crying so much, "Girl, what's wrong?"
"Do you got any whiskey?" She asked, not that she really needed to because she knew that Bobby always had it there, but she asked anyways.
"First, ya gotta tell me why you're here. Did you get into a fight with Mark?" He asked as they walked into the kitchen. He actually wished that maybe Liz did get into a fight, he'd never wish death upon Mark, but he never liked Mark. He was too much of a pretty boy and he just could never stand Mark's nice attitude towards everything. he never understood why Liz even got with him considering half of the other guys she had dated before him.
Then again, all the other guys before him had been hunters, not anything in Mark's medical field. Liz shook her head as she sat down in the chair, "No." Bobby poured Liz a shot of whiskey and handed it to her as he sat down across from her. She drank the whiskey shot down then put it down on the table. She then explained to Bobby everything that had happened, "I'm so stupid, I should've known something like this would've happened." Liz said as she finished and sobbed.
Bobby gave Liz a soft smile and patted her leg, "This isn't your fault, don't put the blame on yerself." Liz sniffled and gave Bobby back a smile, "So, are ya gonna go get Elle?"
Liz nodded, "Yeah..." Liz paused, thinking about her Trans Am, "You still have my Trans Am in the junkyard, right?"
Bobby smiled at Liz's question, "Of course, you told me never to sell her. Kept my promise." Bobby got up from his seat and turned around walking over to the covert by the counter and pulled it out and then pulled out a key and turned around walking over and handing them to Liz. Liz smiled and got up handing Robby over to Bobby.
"Think you can watch him while I'm gone?"
"Oh yeah, he'll be fine here. Just go on and get your sister. I'll call her and let her know you're comin'." Liz smiled and gave Bobby a hug before walking out of the kitchen then she walked out of the house into the junkyard.
She walked up to the Trans Am, taking the black cover that Bobby had put over it off. She grinned as she checked it out, it still looked as good as the day she last saw it. She ran her hand from the lights to the door. Opening the door and getting in, she put the sun roof down and put the keys in, starting her up and Back In Black by AC/DC blasted through the speakers.
Liz grinned at the song, "Well, baby. Looks like we're back in business." She said to the car as she ran her hand down the wheel, before putting her foot on the gas peddle and sped the Trans Am out of the junkyard making a screech as the tires met with the asphalt and onto the road to California.
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Gabrielle sighed as she was unable to find anything in this book with research to help Bobby on the Winchester situation. She ran her hand through her hair and decided to get up and open up a different book, maybe it'd be more help than the other one. She then remembered about her friend's costume party this evening. So she closed the book, making sure to put a bookmark at where she left off and then got up and got ready.
She grinned when she looked in the mirror after she was finally finished with her costume. She felt content with it. She looked gruesome, people would probably think she'd been in an actual accident. She pulled it off so well! Fake blood matted her hair. Life-like stitches littered her face and exposed chest. Her clothes were torn and slightly dingy. For all she knew, if she walked out, someone would probably think she was a zombie. She smiled, knowing she looked perfect and walked out of the dorm to her friends party.
"Wow, Elle! You almost scared me for a minute!" One of Gabrielle's classmates commented as she sat at the table.
"Why thanks, Phil." Gabrielle felt her phone vibrate and she picked it up, seeing that it was Bobby calling she quickly answered it, "What's a cooking Bobby?" She asked her uncle, not knowing what had actually gone down earlier.
"Elle, it's Liz and it's bad." She was able to hear, even with the loud music and people chatting all over, "She's coming to get you."
Gabrielle felt like her heart dropped, "It's about Mark and Robby isn't it?"
"Elle, Mark was murdered." Gabrielle sighed, but she remembered one thing. In her dream, both Mark and Robby had been murdered. Was Liz able to stop Robby from being murdered?
"Wait, Robby's alright?"
"He's here with me right now. Perfectly fine. Poor boy, he doesn't know what happened."
"At least he's alright, that's one good thing. I guess I'll see you when Liz and I get there." Gabrielle was saddened to hear about Mark's death, but she didn't care much for Mark. She knew Liz had only got with him to make her try to forget about Dean.
"Alright, see ya Elle."
"See ya Bobby." Gabrielle hung up her phone. She found her friend hosting the party and told her she had to leave for family matters. Her friend understood and they hugged.
When Gabrielle got home, she scurried trying to get everything packed before Liz got there. She packed her clothes into a garbage bag, feeling slightly panicked her sister was coming. Devil traps and salt at every entry point. Holy water flasks were in reach, though hidden, in every room. She replaced all her doorknobs with silver ones. Her bed frame was made of iron and silver. There were jars of lamb's blood, dead man's blood in her kitchen. All of it well-preserved and ready for use. How the hell was she going to hide it all from Liz?
She walked over to fridge and got herself whiskey. She was going to be nice and drunk when Liz got there. She sat in her favorite chair and drank, not remembering to change or wash off her make up. She had made sure she had gotten a kind that wouldn't fade very easily and wouldn't smear. Liz was in for a surprise when she arrived.
