𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 , supernatural

[13] return of the bracelet

CHAPTER THIRTEEN ; RETURN OF THE BRACELET
season 2 episode 6
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1984 ; age four
Young Selene was sound asleep in her bed with the sheets tucked up to her chin as she dreamed not the sweetest dreams. More like nightmares. Every night it was the same thing, the young girl would find herself standing inside a nursery. It was dark, and she could barely see anything other than the baby in the crib, crying. Selene would find herself stepping forward, reaching her tiny hands through the bars and taking ahold of the tinier baby hands—it would always silence the baby's cries as the frown quite literally turned upside down.

In that moment, Selene felt calm, felt complete. But it never lasted long, when she felt a presence beside her—a tall scary man whose face she never saw. His presence alone scared her, causing tears to swell up in her eyes as she stepped away and could only watch the next moments unfold.

The man did something to the baby, something she couldn't quite understand—but then a woman walked in. A beautiful woman dressed in a white nightgown with long blonde hair, she carried an strong pureness to her that Selene felt to dark to be surrounded by.

Suddenly, the man turned and the next thing she knew the beautiful woman was being thrown up the wall till her body was pinned to the ceiling. Seconds later, everything engulfed in flames, the heat reaching Selene as she covered her eyes from the horrid sight. Selene turned to the man who was already looking at her, his eyes—they went yellow.

That's when Selene wakes up, jolts up in her bed coated in a thin layer of sweat and fear. This time, it wasn't the dream that scared her as it usually does—it was the sudden bang she heard from downstairs. It was late, and she knew her parents were in bed by this time and she knew that because they didn't like her coming to them after one of her nightmares.

Selene heard it again, and this time she knew it wasn't apart of her nightmare.

With shaky hands, Selene crept out of bed and tiptoed her way towards her bedroom door. Twisting it open as silently as she could, and sneaking into the dark hallway. Selene heard muffled voices, and she could see that the light in the living room was one. That was another suspicious action, and Selene could feel the fear creeping up inside of her as she tiptoed down the hallway towards the light.

The closer she got, the more the voices became clear—and they weren't her parents voices.

"That girl is a monster, an abomination—do you have any idea what she's capable of?" It was a man's voice, low and raspy and haunting. "She'll destroy the world. It's in her blood."

Selene peaked her little head around the corner, finally getting a look at the scene before her. It terrified her, a state of fear she's never felt before ran through her as she saw her parents tied to chairs. Her mother remained untouched and intact besides many tears that were streaming down her face—as for her father, he had a swollen eyes, busted lip and plenty of other marks and bruises covering his face. They were hurting him.

Standing in front of him were three large men, they all looked rusted and dirty but by the guns they carried on their backs—and the collection of knives they all had in their belts. Selene knew they weren't the good kind of people.

"She's my daughter." Her father breathed out sternly, knowing what would happen next. A fist came in contact with his face, and Selene shut her eyes tightly unable to watch the blood splatter from his mouth— "I won't let you take her!"