Apocalypse, Halliwell?!?!

Ch.5 Two

Lily clung tightly to Prue. The devilish growls of Hell Hounds coming at them from every direction. "How many do you think there are?" Lily asked.

"I'd say three. Maybe four; I can't tell," Prue replied holding the B.O.S over her head. Prue's eyes shifted towards where the growls were the loudest. The hound started to bark wildly and since Prue couldn't see it, she couldn't use her powers or the B.O.S; instead she had to listen intently and trust her judgment. She took a great swing and heard the hound whimper from the blade connecting with it. The hound crashed against a trash can sending the other hounds on the attack.

"This way!" Prue yelled taking Lily's hand. They raced inside and Prue slammed the door shut behind her. The hounds banged fiercely against it and Prue fought just as hard with her powers to keep the door closed. After perhaps a minute of keeping it shut the hounds gave up and their barks died out.

"Think they're gone?" Lily asked.

"For now," Prue said. "You wouldn't by any chance happen to have a phone on you?"

"Unfortunately, no," Lily said. A small creak sounded from the stair case catching both women's attention.

"Stay close to me," Prue said ascending the stairs. She reached the top and spotted something out of the corner of her eyes vanishing into one of the rooms. She opened the door and pulled out the observer by his jacket collar. "Dean?" Prue asked releasing him.

"Who the Hell are you?" He asked looking from Prue to Lily.

"Are you kidding? I'm the girl you hate," Prue asked wondering how Dean got into the hot zone at all.

"I've never seen you before in my life. As a matter of fact I just woke up in this place five minutes ago," Dean said.

"You want to run that by me again?" Prue asked.

Pamela was flat on the floor with her arms stretched out to hold back the vampire on top of her. Her shot gun was just out of reach and if she wanted to make a grab for it the vampire would be given the chance to kill her. It was snapping its fangs at her like a wild and feral beast. Pamela had never seen a vampire like this before and she'd rather not see on again if she made it out of this alive.

Ava watched them from the diner counter with pure glee and excitement in her yellow eyes. If there was one thing that gave her such a rush above anything else it was causing mortals pain and misery...and death or a combination of the three.

"Get! Off! ME!" Pamela shouted at the vampire and kicked him in the fangs. The vampire faltered on its hold and Pamela fully shoved it off her. She made a jump for her shot gun and aimed it at the vampire's head. It snarled at her and charged.

"Stop Angel!" Ava ordered him. Angel backed off from Pamela, but still looked ready for action. He walked over to Ava's side and she lightly stroked his chest. "Good boy," she whispered. A yellow spark was visible in Angel's eyes.

"Pamela!?" Future Dean shouted barging into the diner along with Chuck and Becky. Dean froze and if possible his cold stare got even colder.

"Ava," he said quietly.

"Hello again, Dean," she waved then held out her arm to keep Angel from progressing any further. "Now's not the time," she said to him.

"Screw this!" Future Dean shouted and fired. Ava turned back around and halted the gun fire without lifting a finger.

"Haven't learned from our previous encounters have you?" The shells all harmlessly fell to the floor.

Pamela thrashed out at Ava, but she dodged and smashed her fists against her ribs. Two of her ribs cracked and Pamela collapsed to the floor clutching them. Ava lifted up her hand and Dean's gun flew into her hand. Ava cocked the gun and pointed it at Pamela's head.