World's Collide (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter One - Half Blooded

I have no idea how long I sat there with her. All I know is that I was there long enough to feel all of the warmth seep from her corpse. Even the blood dripping down her chest had started to solidify as it cooled.

Right after I felt the last breath leave her body, I’d buried my face in the crook of her neck and cried until my throat was raw. She meant everything to me. Until I met her, I never thought I was capable of such love and trust. I thought I was destined to hide in the shadows and never grow close to anyone. Then this beautiful young woman came along. She taught me how to relax and have fun, not to mention how to love and be loved. She never once saw me as the monster I saw myself as. Everything about her made it so hard to not fall in love with her.

I start to sob again, burying my face in her shoulder. Her limp body folds in against me the tighter I hug her. I remember all too clearly the day I failed her. The day she came home with a deep, bloody bite in her shoulder. She was so strong, not even crying when I poured peroxide into the bite and stitched it closed. Instead she was consoling me. I was panicking and apologizing and acting like a total mess. I was supposed to protect her from this kind of thing. It was my fault she got into this whole supernatural mess to begin with.

You’re a fool for thinking this would work out in the first place. You know you’re a freak, you know you draw bad things to you. You had to have known this would eventually happen. If you had just-

My self loathing is cut off by knocking from downstairs. I raise my head slowly, swollen eyes narrowed to slits. Whoever the fuck that is, they must have a death wish. I mean who comes to cabin in the middle of nowhere at nearly 1am? I completely rule a lost hiker out of the list of possibilities when another, more urgent, knock comes from the door. Hunter. I connect the dots just in time to hear the front door slam against the wall as it’s forced open. Fury starts to swallow up my inner pain. How dare they come here? Looking for my Sara. I very, very slowly get up and gently ease Sara’s body on the bed. Then pull the knife out of her chest. My whole body involuntarily grimaces.

“Hello?” A man’s voice calls from downstairs.

“This place is a wreck.” Another voice mutters.

Perfect. Two hunters. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I just killed the only person I loved in this fucked up world, now I have to deal with two cocky assholes who think they’re just going to barge in and kill my girlfriend.

I silently walk across the room, into the hallway, and head downstairs. Clutching the bloodied knife in one hand. When I reach the bottom step, I see two men heading into the kitchen. Just seeing them is enough to make my eyes flood with darkness. By the time I reach the entrance to the kitchen, they’ve both thoroughly searched the disaster. I plunge the knife deep into the island in the middle of the kitchen. They both whirl around, guns raised.

“Well hello to you too.” I spit sarcastically. “Is that any way to greet someone in their own home? Anyways, the werewolf is dead, so kindly get the hell out.”

“A demon killing other monsters? That’s a new one, even for us.” The shorter of the two finally says after a brief moment of silence. He has brilliant green eyes and short, sandy hair. His tone is joking, but the expression on his face says otherwise.

“You’re half right pretty boy. But that doesn’t matter. You were here for the werewolf right? Yeah, well she’s dead, so you need to leave.” I lean against the island on my forearms, their eyes never leaving me.

“Half right?” The taller one asks. He’s got longer brown hair and hazel eyes.

“Demon or not, we can’t just leave and let you off the hook that easily.” The shorter one speaks with force behind his voice.

“And why’s that?” I cock my head to the side. “Concerned I might be a threat to society? Not that I am, but it wouldn’t matter anyways. I’m pretty much indestructible.” I smile, though it doesn’t reach my eyes. “So I’m gonna give you two one chance to run on back to your Calvin Klein photo shoot so I can go deal with my dead girlfriend.”

A muscle tics in the blonde’s jaw, so naturally I chuckle and continue. “Awww, am I making you mad? I am so very sorry.” My sarcasm only seems to be pissing them off more, but in this moment, nothing matters.

The tall hunter doesn’t take the bait. “Girlfriend? You knew her personally then?” I roll my eyes. “Yes sasquatch. I knew her personally. Now will you please leave before I have to make you.” It’s not really a question. More of a demand or a threat.

“Sam we’re supposed to question the victim of the monster before the monster is dead. The monster is dead and this clearly isn’t a victim. So what are you doing? Trying to make a new demon friend?” The blond speaks up again, sounding more agitated now.

    I sigh deeply and stand upright. “I’ll be going now. I have more important shit to deal with. You two know your way out.”

    As soon as I move, they jump back to their stiff, ready-to-shoot positions. Which I ignore and whirl around to head back to the stairway. A gun fires and I feel a mild pain tear through my back and out my chest. I look down at the bleeding bullet hole in my chest, slowly looking up and turning back around.

    “Are you always so stupid?” My irises, which had been previously drowned in black, starting to glow bright, sapphire blue. Pupils solid white. “You have no clue what you’re fucking with, and even if I was a demon, what the hell did you expect a gun to do?”

    The pair actually looks shocked that nothing happened. Even more so that my eyes had changed. “Th- they’re special bullets. For demons..” The tall one -Sam- sputters, eyes locked on mine.

    “Th- th- th- speak clearly or shut up.” I snap. “I asked you nicely to leave. Now I guess I’ll just have to make you.”

    More bullets tear through my clothes and burrow into my flesh when I start towards them. They begin to back up, tripping over debris on the floor. I reach the shorter one first, reaching out quickly and grabbing a handful of his jacket. I open my mouth to speak, but instead cough up a mouthful of blood. A searing pain suddenly blossoming in my stomach. I shove the man away and tear out the demon blade embedded in my gut.

    “Did you really just stab me with this shit?” I look between the man and the blade. “You bastard, that tickled.” I chuckle and toss the blade to the side. “Wanna try an angel blade?  I’ll even let you try it.”

    They’re both staring at me with disbelief in their eyes. Almost a hint of fear. Almost. I speak again, “You hate not knowing what I am and how to kill me, don’t you?” I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes fading back to their normal dark blue. “Will you two please leave now? You’ve exhausted your options already.”

    “I don’t understand, your eyes, they-” Sam is cut off by the other man.

    “They looked like a demon’s, and an angel’s.” He says curtly.

    “No shit,” I reply. “I know what they look like. And if you hunters would take two seconds to step out of your little box of what you think things should and shouldn’t be, you’d understand a lot more about this world.”

    “So what exactly are you?” Sam asks.

    “You two ask too many questions.” I sigh and cross my arms over my chest. “I’ll tell you, but that doesn’t change things. You still can’t kill me. And you still need to leave. You’re both already lucky I have something against killing innocents, or you would have been dead the second you walked through the door. It’s simple, really. I’m a hybrid.”