𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝- ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ

𝐎𝐧𝐞

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧'."

- 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥

Over the Summer, Nala had gone to Kansas to visit her godfather, Dean. In his line of business, she had to travel on the road a lot. During those trips, she would help him and his brother, Sam with every case thrown their way.

For three months, they fought and killed ghosts, vampires, witches, demons and even werewolves. None of her friends knew, but Nala was born in a long line of supernatural hunters. When she turned eight, she was trained how to fight, use different weapons and draw sigils.

When Nala was ten, she learned how to drive and was one of the few people allowed to drive Dean's Impala, Baby. Of course, in the beginning, she would always try to race against Mustangs and Chargers. It was worth the annoyance and look of horror on Dean and Sam's faces.

On her sixteenth birthday, Dean's father, John bought her a Kawasaki Ninja 250. It was midnight blue and her helmet was black with her name written in the same color as the bike. Now that she was on her way home, her friends will be able to see the beautiful peace of machinery.

Nala passed the town sign, as the wind blew through her chocolate locks. A sense of dread filled her to the core and she suppressed the chill that threatened to roll down her spine. The atmosphere surrounding her hometown felt off, as if hell's gates had opened and Lucifer himself escaped.

If only she knew how close her assumptions were.

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The bell to Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe dinged, announcing Nala's arrival. Given that it was nine at night on a Sunday, there weren't many customers. She looked to her right and found her best friend having a strawberry-banana shake.

With a smirk plastered on her rosy lips, she strutted over to his booth and sat across from him.

"Sorry to bother you, darling. But, could you tell me where I might find the handsome stud named Tyler Kennedy?" She mimicked in a perfect english accent.

He glanced up for a millisecond before answering. "That would be-" he looked up again and his crystal blue eyes widened in shock and realization. "Holy shit!" He yelled, drawing attention from the other customers. "Nala. Fucking. Lyon!"

She giggled as he hopped out of his seat and tackled her in her seat. They embraced each other tightly for a moment before pulling away. Tyler had the brightest smile directed at his best girl friend.

"I take it you missed me?"

"Are you kidding me?" Tyler gasped rather dramatically. "I miss you every time you go away. This town suck without your angelic presence."