World's Collide (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Intro - When Heaven becomes Hell

    Up until that night, I had no idea that I was capable of feeling fear. Or the things that come along with it. For example, the racing heart, the desire to hide, the choking sensation of not being able to breath. This is coming from someone who kills monster for a living. I guess it takes a loved one turning into a real monster to induce fear in something that can’t be killed.

    “Raaaaveeen. Darling, come out, I only want to plaaay.” Her voice is so painfully familiar, but at the same time it’s so lost in the deep snarl of a beast. I flinch when I hear it, pressing back against the shelves of food behind me. “Oh Raven sweetheart, you aren’t afraid of little old me are you? It’s just me, just your Sara, come take a look.” I can’t help but flinch again. Her voice sounds like the one I fell in love with, but it’s so twisted. So much darker, and full of malice.

    Suddenly the sliver of light underneath the pantry door is blocked off by two shadows. Or more like two feet. My throat tightens up so much that I’m surprised I’m able to breath at all.

    My dry lips part, “we can try over,” I’ve never heard so much weakness in my own voice. “This doesn’t have to determine anything my love. We can control this together. You can live a normal life like you used to.” When I stop talking, everything goes silent. A tiny blossom of hope begins to sprout, perhaps she’s considering it.

Unfortunately it was short lived. The door flies open, tearing off its hinges and falling to the ground behind her. Sara -or what was Sara- lunges into the pantry. I roll to the side, letting her crash into the shelves behind me before leaping to my feet and racing out of the room. The disaster that was once a tidy, cozy cabin barely catches my eye as I race upstairs. I gotta find my knife. It’s less of a thought and more of an instinct. I can hear her snarling and crashing through furniture behind me.

    Upstairs isn’t much better off; it looks as though I released hellhounds inside. My silver blade isn’t in it’s usual place on my wall. Instead, after a few seconds of frantic looking, I find it hidden under the mess that was once my room. She appears in the doorway just as I wrap my fingers around the hilt of the blade. Her yellow-orange eyes lock onto mine.

    “Sara please.” I beg. I get a deep growl in return. Sara tries to speak, only her throat is clogged with snarls and bulky wolf fangs stop proper jaw movement and word formation. My eyes begin to burn, “I love you,” I whisper hoarsely. Only getting a snort for a response. She starts forward with no hesitation, rushing me and rapidly closing the distance between us. I sidestep before she can crash into me. Instead of letting her hit the wall again, I stick an arm out and pull her to my chest tightly. She roars, struggling against my grip. Her head whipping back and forth, teeth clicking against one another as she tried to sink her fangs into anything she could.

    “Relax my love,” I whisper softly into her ear. Carefully I step back and sit on the bed, parting my legs and sitting her between them. Her violent struggles don’t cease, but even as a werewolf on the full moon, she isn’t stronger than me.

    Seeing my own hand raise the silver blade pulls tears from my eyes. “I’m so sorry Sara. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. And I’m so sorry that I have to do this to you. But this isn’t you. You wouldn’t want to live with this demon. And I don’t blame you. So this is why I have to do this.” I hold her tightly for a moment, almost like a one-armed hug. “I’m so sorry.” I whisper and squeeze my eyes shut, plunging the knife down. Her shriek chills the blood in my veins.