Mommy Winchester

Part 7

You wake with a start.

What the hell?

You keep your eyes closed, but you can hear something, some kind of shuffling.

It wasn't Cail, you knew the difference between him crawling in bed with you after a nightmare. Besides, he hadn't done that in a while now, finally content to sleep in his own bed across the hall.

No, this was something else.

You let your eyes open, and they flick towards your open door.

Something was in your house.

You sit up slowly, careful not to rustle the sheets, listening intently.

There it was again.

You slip silently out of bed, reaching for the silver blade you keep propped against the back of a picture frame. You curl the hilt into your hand tightly, and then start from your bedroom, your footsteps light on the carpeted floor.

You press yourself low against the wall, your house dark, the ticking of the clocks the only noise you should be able to hear.

More rustling.

Your eyes narrow, your ears straining for any noise behind you, just in case. You step slightly into your living room, and you can see it, something in your kitchen.

Sniffing?

You frown, then take a careful step forward. You keep your eyes on the dark form low to the ground, and you can hear it sniffing, crawling across the linoleum of your kitchen floor.

What the fuck?

You glance at all the windows and doors, and your eyes catch on the sliding glass doors that lead to your backyard.

One side was open, the screen cut and fluttering with the breeze.

No no no.

Cail.

You hesitate, torn between confronting the creature and running back to your sons room, getting him out of the house before the thing, animal or supernatural, notices that it's woke you.

Cail was more important.

You go to take a step back.

The board beneath your feet creaks.

The animal stiffens, and then you see it.

It rises slowly, shadowed, the moon illuminating its body.

Its eyes gleam.

You take another step back, your eyes widening.

Shit!

Cail!

You aim the blade at it, noticing that your hand was shaking, your blood pumping quickly and roaring through your ears as your fighting instinct takes over, making your muscles go into their familiar stance.

It was almost like your body had never forgotten.

The creature growls softly at you, and jumps, landing on all fours onto the kitchen counter, sending dishes flying and clattering, making you wince. You stand stiffly in the doorway to the hall, narrowing your gaze at it.

Lamia.

Of course.

You can see it now, the moonlight making it easier for you to see its features as it prowls back and forth, as if it wasn't sure if it wants to attack you or not.

You stare it down.

"Get out of my house," you growl, clenching the blade in your hand. "Now!"