Skin

Prologue

Hello, people who've stumbled across this. I hope you enjoy the prologue of my newest (Okay, fine. First) novel! I must have written this twenty-seven times before I got it right. Ugh. I'm too damned picky, hopefully you guys agree with me when I say: “I'm pretty sure it's worth it.”

I actually have all the other attempts saved somewhere, but this one...This is it. This is why I was being so hard on myself. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

It's much shorter than planned, but, happens sometimes.

I know that I said that the point of view wouldn't change in the middle of the chapter...And technically, I'm not lying. This is a prologue, not a chapter. ;) Don't worry, this is going to be the only time that it happens.

I'll shut up and get to what you've been waiting for now!

He didn't recognize the number, and the message was one that left him shaken.

“Very clever.”

How was he supposed to tell the boys about this? What was there to tell? They'd think he was over-reacting again, or worse, they'd laugh at him for being so scared of two little words. Two little words that could mean anything, anything at all. There didn't have to be anything sinister about the message.

It could just be someone trying to mess with him; yeah! That's it, because there was no other explanation that he was willing to accept.

Then why does it feel so wrong?

Liam shook his head and put the phone back in his back pocket after making sure that the message was locked. He'd get back to that later. Right now, he had to find a way through the crowd of adoring fans and back onto the tour bus. Oh, and all of this without them noticing that something was wrong.

Would it be possible to blame it on jet-lag?

Or, maybe on the fact that the last hunt really took it out of him?

He sighed while running his fingers through his hair. This was way too complicated for someone who really doesn't like complications. And, he couldn't even drink to get his mind off if it.

Great.

When his phone rang, he jumped. Cursing himself and trying to calm his racing heart, Liam took his phone back out and answered it.

“Liam speaking.”

“Dude? Where the hell are you? We just got another case.”

“I'll be right there.”

“Hurry up, Simon says this one looks interesting.”

“Fuck.”

“You're telling me.”

“Be there before you can figure out how to spell Tomlinson, Tomlinson.”

With that, Liam hung up on Louis, feeling more nervous than before. If Simon thought it was interesting, it had to be bad. Really bad.

He practically ran through the crowd, not caring about the camera flashes, the shouts, or anything else – Other than this monster that they were going to have to kill. He opened the bus door and got in, slamming it behind him before looking up and seeing three startled faces looking up at him, and Louis sound asleep while slumped over on the table.

~Tessa Dawn~

I looked up from the test in front of me and slid down the wall. Oh. Okay. I placed my hands against my stomach and leaned my head back, closing my eyes as silent tears fell. I can't do this. I can't. Reaching up, I locked the bathroom door before pulling the test down from the counter as my hand fell back down. It clattered against the ground and the word simply existed, perfectly innocent, but ruining everything nonetheless.

Pregnant.

I glared at the word, though it wasn't it's fault, before slapping it away from me. Screaming sounded like an amazing idea, but I wasn't about to give in. Hunters are better than that. I'm stronger than that.

I stood up slowly before looking at my pale face in the mirror and long, blonde hair. I growled at my reflection before taking out the electric hair clippers. Biting my lip and closing my eyes, I turned it on and brought it to my scalp.

Goodbye, hair.

The buzzing was breaking my heart, and my hair was shaking; yet, eventually all of my hair found itself on the ground. I turned off the clippers and put it back. I looked at all my hair, scattered around me at my feet, and that is when I screamed.

There was crashing followed by cussing and running feet. I stopped screaming instantly, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. I had forgotten I wasn't alone – That the Winchesters' were here with me.

“Tessa? What's wrong?” Dean asked, loud and worried.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“Tessa? We're coming in.” Sam sounded deadly calm.

The window and the door broke at the exact same time. A terrifyingly familiar guy burst in through the glass, and I couldn't even scream as I was taken away from the people who were supposed to be protecting me.