Eighteen
'Uhm Dad?' I leant over the back of the couch, and he looked up at me.
'Yeah Trix?'
'Can I talk to you please? Outside?'
'Sure.' He smiled, and I followed him out of the motel.
A ShapeShifter filling a gun with silver bullets? There was no way that was a coincidence...
I shut the door behind me, as he said, 'What do you want, Trix?'
'You're not my dad.' I snapped, raising the gun.
He laughed slightly. 'What are you-'
'You're not my dad!' I hissed, clenching my jaw. 'You're some sick son of a bitch!' I cocked the gun, but in a flash of movement the gun was sliding across the darkened floor and I was pressed against the wall, hand over my throat.
'I don't think your father would like that kind of language from you, Bellatrix.' The Shifter hissed in my ear.
'What'd you do to him?' I spat back, choking.
'Nothing.' He let me go, and I rubbed my throat sorely.
'What?' I rasped.
'Don sent me here to check on you two. He says happy birthday and sorry he couldn't be here.'
'And you honestly expect me to believe that?' I asked incredulously.
There was no such thing as a coincidence.
'Why not? It has your dad's tag on the gun.' He lifted the gun and passed it over, handle first, and I snatched it back. Checking the barrel quickly, I saw the family's insignia- it was a specialised symbol for summoning specific types of angels.
'Yeah, so?' I admitted in annoyance.
August 2013
I clenched my jaw then loosened it just as quick. 'Yeah, maybe I am too tired.' I muttered. 'We'll stay here for awhile, I guess.'
'Wouldn't it make more sense for me to drive?' Dexter asked.
'No.' I snapped.
'What-' He cut off, and there was a bang as he hit the hood of the car.
'Dexter?' I ran over to him and crouched beside him, but he was out cold.
'That looked painful.' A voice laughed and I looked up, a sneer on my face.
'What the Hell did you do?' I snapped, standing up and drawing my gun to the shadowed figure that stood in the exact middle of the Crossroad.
It stepped forward into the headlights, not going farther than the end of the middle of the crossover.
My arm fell as the man's purple eyes came into view.
'You're different to the demon that made my contract.' I muttered.
He was far taller then me, and I'm not short, heavily muscled with black hair, and could be normal if his eyes weren't purple. And if he wasn't a demon.
'No, I just have a different host now.' He smiled wickedly.
'Oh. Because that makes it so much better.' I snapped, raising the gun again.
'Killing me won't get you out of your contract. It only makes it redundant.'
'What did you do to my brother?' I snapped. Dammit, that got rid of plan A.
'I needed to speak to you...alone.'
'You kinky bastard. I'm sorry but I don't swing that way.'
He narrowed his eyes. 'Everyone will be so much happier when you're gone.'
'And I'll come back up just to kick your ass.' Bangs filled the air as I shot him, but the three bullets stopped and fizzled and turned to dust just before hitting him.
I lowered the gun. 'Well that's new. And annoying.'
'I need to talk to you, Bellatrix.' He said, purple eyes flashing in annoyance.
'I gathered.' I said sarcastically. 'I'm guessing- around you, at any rate- all my weaponry is redundant?'
'You're sharp as a tack sometimes, Bellatrix.' He said, just as sarcastic. 'You would be correct, if your previous test has taught you nothing.'
'Seriously man, do you have some problem with talking, you know, to date? Honestly, WTF?'
'About your soon to be untimely death. Have you ever met a Hell Hound?' He smiled wickedly.
''Met' isn't the word I would use personally.' I clenched my jaw at the memory.
'No matter. You'll meet a few more soon enough.' He turned to go, then added, 'I suggest your family enjoy the four months of protection they have left.'
'What?' I started running forward as the demon began to fade. 'No!'
There was a moan behind me, and Dexter sat up. 'Why does my head hurt?'
