Fractured Souls

Destiny and Childhood Memories

Ava's P.O.V

"Now you come in. Every millennium or so the Angels get a new list of Angels that's been chosen, but so does hell. We get knights of hell. We haven't had any new ones in a long, long time because the Angels have managed to find every single one and eliminated them for millenniums, but you, you slipped through the cracks. I have reason to believe that you're a knight of hell." Crowley said and smirked. 

He mumbled something under his breath. 

It sounded like he said; "I hope I'm right about all of this." 

I walked over to a chair and sat down, Crowley followed me and sat opposite of me.

"You must be dreaming. I'm way too weak to be a demon, let alone a knight of hell." I laughed at him. 

"Why do you think my name sounded so familiar? We have met before. Don't you remember? At the farm, with your parents?" He said softly. 

Suddenly it felt like someone slapped me in the face, with a chair, with spikes on it.

Flashback

It was like I was floating above a movie scene. Below me, I saw a young girl... 

Wait, that's me?

I couldn't be more than three years old. I was standing over two bodies. One of them had their head bashed in. 

It looked like a woman but it was difficult to see her face clearly through all the blood.

Maybe she fell down the stairs. The other one was a man, his heart was missing. There was simply a gaping hole right through his chest.

How could this have happened? I looked down at my hands they were red. It couldn't have been me... could it?

Little me ran outside to the entrance of a cornfield. Tears streaming down my face. Suddenly, there was a man standing there in a black suit. 

"Hello sweetheart, relax there's nothing to fear. I'm here to help." I couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a British accent. 

"My name is Crowley. You're Ava right?" I nodded. 

"Come with me."

He reached out his hand, I took it and walked along with him. 

"You're special, you know? You're important. Never forget that. That's why I have to do this." He grabbed my shoulder really hard and I felt a burning session on it. 

I screamed and he was gone. 

I was alone in the middle of the cornfield again. 

"How did I get here?" I said out loud. I ran back to the house. 

There were police cars everywhere. A policeman came up to me and started talking. 

His voice started to fade as the memory became weaker and weaker.

Flashback end

I came to my senses with a gasp. 

"CROWLEY!... What was that?!" I yelled at him and jumped out of the chair. 

"Sit down before you hurt yourself. I'll explain, just sit down." 

I calmly sat down and listened. 

"You know the mark on your shoulder? I gave it to you for your own protection. It hides your power and makes you weaker. It has kept you alive for the past 26 years. It keeps you off the radar from anything supernatural, even angels." He said calmly.

That's why his name sounded familiar and that's why I have a freaking pentagram-looking tattoo on my shoulder. I never knew where it came from. 

I thought it maybe was a freaky birthmark or something I did while I was drunk, but what about those people... Who were they?

"Who were those people? What happened to them?" I had a feeling that I don't want to know the answer to that. 

"You happened to them, Ava. Your power took over and you killed them. They were your parents." He said in a monotone voice. 

"No they can't be my parents, my parents owned the butcher shop I own now! They were... they were ... hmm." Why can't I remember!? 

"You don't remember them, do you? That is because you were raised by demons, my demons. They erased your memory when you moved out. That's why you don't remember anything." Crowley smiled. 

How can he smile at this? My whole life is a lie.

"My whole life is based on a lie. Jesus Christ. So what about Uncle Bobby? Is he fake too?!" 

I was so angry and frustrated, I couldn't think clearly. 

"Bobby? As in Bobby Singer??" Crowley jumped a bit in his seat. 

"Yes, as in Singer. When I think about it. He did mention Dean and Sam and an angel named Castiel. I just thought he was making up all his stories, but now I know they were true. Too bad he passed away. He was an amazing guy. He was the closest thing I had to the family at the time." I said truthfully. 

The fact that I don't remember my family explains a great deal.

"This can't be... how did she meet Bobby?... and why call him uncle? Out of all people, why Bobby?" Crowley mumbled to himself.

"How did you meet him?" He asked in a rush. 

"He saved me when I was attacked by some creepy dude while I was out partying. So I invited him for coffee and food. We talked a lot and he told me some stories about the supernatural. I liked him and we became close after encountering each other a few times after the attack. He was like a father to me... I started meeting him and listening to his stories. He seemed lonely and after some time I started calling him Uncle Bobby since I never had an uncle. He never told me much about his personal life, but he did, like I said, mention Sam and Dean. He talked about them like they were his own two sons." I answered him.

It would actually make sense that the creepy guy was some supernatural being now that I think about it...

What if Bobby knew what I was? What if he only check-up on me to see if I was truly evil? '

I got a sickening feeling in my stomach... 

No, I refuse to believe that!

"Interesting story love. I'm afraid I have to go. Just make yourself at home and if you need anything just call out, and a demon will help you. If you want Link just shout his name. Okay? Take care." 

And then he disappeared into thin air.

So... he's just going to poof out on me?

How nice... note the sarcasm.

Looks like I'm alone for a while. 

I walked over to the throne and found a comfortable position to sit in. What a fucking day... was my last thought before I fell asleep.

End of chapter 4 p.2

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. this part was originally in chapter four, but it was better to split it up into two parts.

Until next time.

~Eldriel