The Young Hunter: The Hunter's Daughter Book 2 (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 18: Emory

Derek and I enter the warehouse, neither of us sure what we would find on the other side. The Winchester's had equipped us both with shotguns filled with salt. We also have red spray paint to make demon traps.

Before we go any further, I take one of the cans and quickly form a trap on the ceiling. When I'm done, I nod my head to Derek and we slowly make our way through the warehouse.

It's quiet, but the old, rusted machinery creeks when the breeze filters it's way in. After about ten minutes of wandering around, our small flashlights lighting our way, the sound of rain pelting against the ceiling filters throughout the building.

"We should split up," Derek whispers. "This place is huge. We won't get through all of it by morning if we stick together."

I nod to him and we split off into different directions. About twenty minutes later, I realize that was a bad idea.

A girl stands in front of a window, her blonde hair illuminated by the moon. "Emma?" I call out and she smiles.

"Michael," she says, running up to me. She throws her arms around me. "I'm so glad you came."

I quickly pull away and look into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

Tears begin streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so scared," she says. "I'm so glad you came for me. Please get me out of here."

I nod and begin walking back the direction I came, my hand on her back. That's when I realize that something is off. The real Emma would tell me to get lost, that I shouldn't be here, that she can take care of herself.

As we walk I take a deep breath and mutter, "Christo."

She freezes, a shudder going through her back. I turn to look her in the eyes just as they turn blacker than night. I shove her to the side and raise my shotgun. "Get out of her, you son of a bitch," I yell.

She smiles. "Michael," she says, her voice sweet like honey. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

I glare at the demon in front of me. "I said get out!"

She laughs. "Why would I do that, my dear?"

I fire a warning shot and she tenses. "Michael," she says, her eye suddenly full of fear. "Michael. Please. Stop!"

Then her eyes glaze over and she has that smile back on her face. She walks towards me, but I take a step back. We continue this until she stops in the light. I nearly gasp at how cut up she is. Her shirt is bloody from where she must have been stabbed. Cut line her face and her clothes are in shreds.

I lower the gun then. "What do you want?"

"Power," the demon says. "And this girl has that."

I glare at her. "What kind of power?"

She laughs. "None of you really know, huh?"

I roll my eyes. "Just spit it out."

She thinks for a minute. "Hm," she says and then a wicked grin spreads across his face. "No. I don't want to."

I yell out in frustration and fire. The shotgun shell hits her in the leg, causing the demon to call out in pain. Just then, Derek comes up from behind and douses the demon in holy water. Her skin begins to steam and she screams out in pain.

She falls to the ground, still screaming. Derek then takes down the handle of his gun to her head, knocking her out. I run up to him and help him pick her up. "Was that really necessary?" I yell at him.

"Did you have any better plan?" He shouts back. "You freaking shot her in the leg! She was going to attack you! What else was I supposed to do?"

I give a heavy, angry sigh. He was right. It was the only thing that could be done. We carry Emma to the demons trap and lay her on the ground. "You think there's more in here?"