Angels and Demons

Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is sorta based off of Supernatural. It is my own plot and own characters. The world is the same and there are monsters, demons, etc. Basically, you are a hunter and you do the same crap as Sam and Dean. Get it now? I hope so. If you have any questions, ask in the comments.

I'm not normal. I do things most people would consider stupid, if they ever got over the fact that what I do is even real. No one in the outside world would believe if I told them that the monsters their kids saw under their beds or in their closets actually existed. Most of these creatures are going extinct but usually children see them because they believe more, have a larger imagination. Anyways, people would think I belong in an asylum. So I just don't tell them. I stick with the other families who know and do something about it. There aren't very many people. In my family, it's only me and Grandpa Frank.

My mom died when I was eight. She was showing me how to communicate with what we thought was a nonviolent ghost. There just happened to be a second ghost who was a lot more pissy. One moment she was standing there, the next she screamed and disappeared. My dad searched that house for a week. He exorcised the ghosts that haunted that house. For the next month, he searched the state for any sign of her. He never came back. But a group of hunters did a year later. They told us that they found them in the basement of some demon's house.

"Them?" My grandpa questioned.

"Yeah. There was a female body but it was unrecognizable. It looked like a hellhound was set on her." said one of the hunters.

"That was my mom, you idiots." I muttered.

"What did you say punk?" some middle-aged guy asked.

"I said that the girl. Yeah, she was my mom you asshole, so why don't you just shut your fu-" I cut myself off because of the look my grandpa gave me.

Two days later, after my parent's death, I quit training to be a Speaker and started training to be a Hunter, a Huntress, in my case.

Now, eight years later, it's 2015 and my 17th birthday. I was wearing my usual outfit of black skinny jeans, black combat boots, a tight fitting black tank top, and a black hoodie. I know, everyone asks why I wear so much black. My answer is always that you have to be camouflaged when you are hunting something that could kill you. I would prefer to live.

Anyways, my twin throwing daggers were tucked into my boots and my handgun tucked into my jeans. My best friend, Mackenzie, invited me over to her house for a "birthday party". I don't always like Mackenzie's ideas but she is my best friend and I can't disappoint her. Her house is about five blocks from mine, so I decided to walk there as it was a nice day.

Earlier that day, I woke up to a big box wrapped in dark wrapping paper. There was a white bow tied to keep the lid in place. The lid looked like it barely fit on the box and the middle was pushed up as if someone was inside and trying to get out by pushing up on the box. Picking it up, I walked downstairs to find my grandpa sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book and sipping his coffee.

I set the box down and walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"Good morning, Papa Frank." I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Good morning, sweetheart. I see you found your present. Go ahead and open it. You have to get ready to go to that party at your friend's house."

"Alrighty then." I walked over to the box and brought it to the kitchen table. I carefully undid the bow and pulled off the wrapping paper. The box was made of wood, probably pine since my Papa Frank preferred to make things himself if he could. Inside of the box sat a stack of books, a couple of CDs, a box of ammunition for my handgun, and a new dagger. The dagger was beautiful, the blade long and sharp, gleaming in the morning sunlight and made of titanium. There were runes carved in the side, (AN: Like the Winchester's demon-killing knife) while the handle was a dark brown, most likely mahogany.

"Wow, thanks Papa! The knife is beautiful. And I can't wait to start on these books." I hugged him and ran the box of goodies up to my room. He chuckles at me and continues sipping his coffee. I grabbed a new change clothes and a towel so I could shower and head over to Mackenzie's house. After about an hour, I was walking towards Mackenzie's. I would be riding my motorcycle but some douche decide to hit it by trying to get into my parking space.

Now I'm here, walking towards Mackenzie's house. To my right, there is the street and to my left, there is a large, open meadow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a black figure, tall and slim. I turn my head to look at who, or what, is over there. All of a sudden, a large blob comes out of the woods behind the meadow. I reach behind me to grip my handgun, but I don't pull it out yet. I have a feeling that the smaller figure is going to handle this. And my feeling is right. The smaller figure moves like a predator stalking it's prey, circling the big, black blob before lunging at it. I can't tell how they killed it, but they did.

I just shrug and continue walking, but not before looking back at the hooded figure. The figure lifted their hood and I see two turquoise eyes and black shaggy hair. I turn back around and keep walking towards Mackenzie's house.

I finally reach her house in about five minutes. Walking up to the door, I knock once, twice. A dog starts barking from their backyard and I recognize it as Ace, their black labrador. He comes running out from behind the fence and licks my open palm.

"Hey, boy. Is anyone else home?" He continues to lick my hand. I sigh and knock again. No answer. It surprised me since Mackenzie was usually at the door in under five seconds. I decided to walk in anyways. The door was unlocked, so I open the door as quietly as I can. The hallways are dark, but there was a dim light coming from the end of the hallway leading to the family room. I pull my gun out from the waistband of my jeans and walk towards the living room.

I quickly open the door and walk in, kicking it shut behind me.

"Surprise!" People jump up from behind the furniture and from the doorways. One person even jumped out of the closet.

"Happy birthday, Alex!" Mackenzie saunters out from behind the couch and puts her arm around my shoulder. "I know you hate surprises but I had to!" I just chuckle at her antics lightly.

"It's alright, Kenz. Now, why don't you introduce me to the people I don't know."

"Okay!" She drags me towards an elderly lady and introduces her as Mackenzie's grandmother.

"Nice to meet you, Miss O'Donovan." I grasp her warm, wrinkled hand in my cool one.

"What did you say you were training to be?"

"A Huntress, ma'am." Her wrinkled face held shock and worry.

"When I was a young girl, women were barely allowed to train as Speakers, let alone Hunters." Before she can finish her lecture, Mackenzie pulls me away and towards a young man, probably around our age. I recognize him as the boy from the meadow. he must have noticed my shock because he sends me a look that says Don't talk about it. I nod my head and stick my hand out to shake his. He grabs my hand. His hand is warm and calloused. I look up at his face, getting a full view this time. His hair is a bit long, swept over so that it covers his eyebrows rather than his eyes. I was glad that it didn't. He has turquoise eyes that sparkle with mischief and long eye lashes to line the sea in his eye.

"My name's Alex." His gaze holds me in place and steals my breath. He shoots me a flirty, and rather charming, grin.

"Christian. My name is Christian." I grin back at him and let go of his hand.

"Alex, Christian is my cousin, visiting for a miniature family reunion."

I lean into Mackenzie. "Are they like us?" She giggles and nods her head.

Not many people were at the party, only Mackenzie's mother, some other relatives, a few people that were around our age, and us three. No one particularly close aside from me and Mackenzie and Mackenzie and Christian. Mackenzie found out her mother was cheating on her father so he left them.Basically, Mackenzie hates her parents. But the party was small and cozy. But that didn't last very long. With a pop, the lights were out and back on in under a second. On top of that, everyone was gone, except for me, Christian, and Mackenzie.