HELLHOUND - Supernatural

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Season 2, Episode 8

Crossroad Blues.

The faint orange sky had turned into nothing but darkness, covering the normal street and rows of houses. Saron's orange eyes squinted a little as she peered up to the window where she saw a man, looking scared as he darted around the place like he was looking out for something. She leaned against a lampost, which was flickering on and off wildly as she stood under it, smoking a cigarette and just waiting for the perfect time to strike.

Evan Hudson couldn't see her through the window, but she could see him. So could the other invisible Hellhound creatures by her side in the bushes.

A black car pulled up outside Evan's house. Saron had to admit that it was a nice car, but that wasn't the focus point. Instead, two people that climbed out of the car and walked up to Evan's door intrigued her. She licked the tip of one of her fangs, her beady eyes watching them from afar until the two men broke their way through the door after Evan ran off scared.

Saron let out a faint chuckle at his reaction, but then again, a pit of guilt was in her stomach.

'You shouldn't be doing this, Sierra! You know it's not right!'

'It's Saron now, not Sierra! Besides, there's no other choice right now.'

'But what would Victoria think? Her own mother, a murderer?'

'Vic isn't here anymore. We have no choice.'

'She should be here. If only He didn't lie.'

'He will get what's coming to him. But not yet. We don't know where He is anyway.'

'One more. One more and then we'll do something about it-'

The pit of guilt soon flooded away when she felt a slight pain in her head. She hushedly growled a little, bringing her hand up to her temple to soothe it whilst the front door opened again. 

One of the men, who sported a leather jacket and looked like he was in a rush, headed back into the car. Saron made eye contact with his piercing gaze, which looked at her up and down with a smirk before closing the car door. She blew out some smoke and then forced the butt of the cigarette into the ground whilst the car drove away down the street.

Then the sound of hungry growls behind her made her focus on the task at hand. She turned her head slowly to look down at the creatures by her legs - their bearing teeth, red eyes and spiked body to show they were ready to pounce.

Saron hummed in slight amusement, parting her lips and breathing out quietly, "It's time." Her voice was emotionless - only a mix of a British and Spanish accent was noticeable. She shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulders more to make sure it was comfortably on - she never took it off.

The two Hellhound creatures let out a demonic growl before darting off in front of Saron, racing inside the house and up to the room where Evan and the other man were held up in. Saron followed carefully behind them, entering the home. She ignored the family pictures on the wall, the fact that this was someone's home, and anything else that could put her off from doing this whole thing in the first place.

Her long, sharp claws her out and she scratched on the locked door that Evan and the man was behind. The Hellhounds were snarling and barking loudly, saliva dripping from their fangs as the smell of their victim told them how scared and close he was.