Guns, Claws & Talons

Chapter 1 : And So It Begins

I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I claim credit only for the plot and OCs I've created.

If your 10 year old child woke up screaming that they had seen a ghost, what would you do? Tell them everything was okay? Ghosts aren't real, go back to sleep?

Not my parents. If I told them I'd seen a ghost Dad passed me a shotgun loaded with salt rounds and told me "aim for the head, baby girl."

That's how I grew up. Until my father was killed by vampires, then it was just Mum and me.

After I finished high school, only a month, ago we each packed a bag, threw it in the car and drove. We never had a destination, we just drove. Picking up cases along the way. Usually ghosts, sometimes vampires, one time we even killed a Wendigo.

But as I sat in the ambulance, watching the paramedics zip up the body bag, all I could think about was the werewolf that had killed my mother.

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It was a usual hunt, we'd picked up on the trail of empty chests and missing hearts and had finally found the mutt. But he snuck up behind us and tore out my mother's heart, leaving her to crumple lifelessly to the forest floor, blood blossoming from her chest.

I had filled his vile heart full of silver and cut off his head just to prove to him that I could and he hadn't put up much of a fight, but it was too little too late. Mum was gone.

My training had kicked in and I had hidden the fleabag's body along with all our weapons apart from my knife which was now tucked in my boot and called 911.

Pulling myself back to the present, an officer knelt in front of me and was handing me water. I took it thankfully and downed half the bottle, listening to the plastic crackle as I drained it.

"Can you tell me what happened?" The officer was speaking quietly like he was worried he would scare me. I told him the story my mother and I had worked on, one that I could use if a monster ever got the best of her and I was left to deal with the authorities. 

"We were just going for a walk through the woods when-" I started the water works but wasn't that hard. I had just watched my mother die. "He- came up behind her and stabbed her." The officer nodded. "I couldn't watch." I said, using fear as an excuse for not being able to explain how my mother's heart had left her chest. 

"I know this is hard, but I need you to tell me how you got away."  The officer said, shifting a bit when his knees protested.

"He just looked at me." I explained, wiping tears from my eyes. "I was sure he would kill me too but he just turned and walked back into the woods."

He put his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "Okay thank you, Miss." He stood up and walked back to his cruiser, leaving me wrapped in the trauma blanket.

Taking another drink of my water, I noticed a shiny black muscle car pull up. Two tall men in suits got out and showed the officer by the yellow tape their badges.

FBI. They got here to quickly, I only made the call an hour ago, I thought to myself, puzzled.

The officer pointed to me and the Agents nodded, walking towards me. Okay, let's do this. I put my head down and rubbed my eyes, hoping to make them more red and bloodshot.

When I lifted my head the agents were right in front of me. I jumped and the shorter agent smirked. He was only short compared to the Sasquatch-sized man standing to his right. "Jesus, you scared me." I tucked the blanket tighter around my shoulders, trying to look helpless. 

"We didn't mean to scare you." The agent apologised. "I'm Agent Banner, this is Agent Stark, we just want to ask you a few questions about what happened. Starting with your name." He rattled the practised line.