I was 6 months old when my mother and sister were killed in a fire. They told me, once I was old enough to understand, that my mother had dropped me off at a hospital because I had weak lungs and she had went home to pick up my twin sister Ariel. Something must have gone wrong with our electrical because a fire started and killed my mother and sister. You might be wondering "Well hey where's the father?" Well let me put it plain and simple, I have absolutely no clue. Maybe he booked it when he figured out my mom had twins, or maybe it was a one-night stand or something else.
Anyways, I was put up for adoption and I was there for about a year or more before a nice lady took me in. Her name was Trina and when I asked her what should I call her she replied with "You can call me whatever you want sweetie." So I decided I would call her Mama Trina. I was extremely close with her mainly cause she taught me about the supernatural and how to kill them. Sure I was on my first hunt when I was nine but still I mean she gave a home, food, love and support on anything I did. If I wanted to stay somewhere for an extra day or two we could.
When I was 10, Mama Trina was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. I thought she would make it at first but she just got worse. After a year it got so bad that the doctors told us that all they would stop the chemo because it wasn't doing anything. They thought I was to little to understand but I knew they were giving up on her. For weeks I searched for different doctors and medications before turning to other hunters. It was a dead end until I heard my Uncle Bobby venting to Mama Trina. He said that one of his boys had met a crossroads demon to save his brother, but it cost him his life. I was young and didn't care about the consequences. I quickly got the ingredients and began to summon my first demon.
"Oh we got a young one eh?" The demon taunted. He was an older guy with an English accent and he was wearing an all black suit.
"That doesn't matter, you douche. Let's just say I gotta friend who needs help and you're gonna heal her and give me 5 years." I said confidently
"Hhhmm" he dragged as if he was considering it, " How about I give you 1 year. You're quite the special lass you know." That got me mad.
"Why! What the hell do know about me you son of a bitch!" I sassed. I could have sworn I heard him say witch but then again I hadn't eaten nor slept in the past 36 hours.
"So have we got a deal?" He questioned, completely ignoring me. To be honest I had to think for a while I mean I was only 12 for crying out loud! But if I didn't go through with the deal the only mother figure I've ever had would die and I would have to live knowing I had the chance to help her.
After what seemed for an eternity I finally came to a decision, "Deal." I said quietly with tears in my eyes, "But if you even think about kissing me you can go fuck yourself!"
"Wouldn't dream of it darling." He said as we shook on it.
When I finally got back to the hospital I expected a confused or happy mom, nope instead I got a angry one. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" Trina yelled once we got out of the hospital.
"Mire mamá lo siento but you were going to die! I had to do something!" I said defending myself. She didn't reply after that. I guessed it's cause she was shocked about me yelling at her.
"How long?" She questioned quietly.
"A year." I replied wincing because I was afraid of what her reaction would be. To be honest I was extremely surprised and slightly worried when she didn't yell at me.
Instead she just quietly muttered, "Aye Dios mío." I mean sure she was pissed but there was no going back now.
A year quickly passed by and I was saying my goodbyes. Mama Trina had invited some of our friends to come. It was getting close to the time and I quickly said goodbye to my Uncle Bobby. He was an older hunter who would take care of me when Trina couldn't. After him was Alina, who was a girl around my age. She was my only girl friend and I cried for a full 2 minuets before I calmed down. I finally walked up to Spencer who was a few years older than me. Even though we had about 4 years in age he was my best friend. He was trying, and failing, to hide his tears when I walked up to him. He didn't say anything but instead grabbed me and hugged me like there was no tomorrow. Once he let go of me he simply walked away. After I finished saying bye to a few more people, I placed a knife and gun in my belt and walked out. The plan was for me to go to an abandoned house and protect myself for as long as I could, then Trina, or someone else if she couldn't, would burry me. No one would burn my body in case there was a slight chance of me returning.
I don't remember much about my time in hell or how long I was there. All I know for sure is that one day I was being tortured and then I was in a box, 6 feet under.
After a mild panic attack, digging my way out, another panic attack, I finally came to terms with the fact that i was out. I wandered around for a while before finally finding a small ghost town.
"Ok girl you got this just find a phone and call Trina." I quietly said to myself. When I was able to find a working phone I called Mama Trina's number but the line said it was disconnected. Mildly confused and worried I called Uncle Bobby, thankfully he answered. Once I explained to him what happened he simply said he'd pick me up. Before he let me into the car he made sure I wasn't a monster or anything. When we got to his house he explained how Trina slowly went crazy thinking that it was her fault that I was gone and that when she finally broke she sold her soul for me. I didn't cry until I was alone. When I asked if she was buried he just looked at me sadly.
I stayed with him for 3 months before I decided I would leave. I knew that Bobby wouldn't want me to leave so waited until he was asleep and put a note in the kitchen. It basically said that I couldn't stay there anymore but I will keep in touch with him and visit him constantly.
That was 3 years ago and I'm now 17 and already one of the best hunters. I still try to find different ways to get Trina back. Obviously one that don't involve me selling my soul but, you know..ways. I kept my promise to Bobby and he helps me find cases from time to time. I'm currently hunting a werewolf with my best friend. And that's how I ended up here, sitting 10ft away from a man who looks a hell of a lot like the man in my biological mother's photo of her and my dad.
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