Resurrected From Revenge {Supernatural Fanfiction}

Prologue

Scotland 1687...

It was an unusually cold night that night, and the streets were particularly dark. The make shift Street lamps, lit by candles, that stood on the side of each path, weren't very useful as the howling winds seemed to blow them out.

This particular night, a young woman with extremely long red wavy hair and small freckles littered across her face, seemed to be walking down the path. Her long sleeved cotton white long dress, with a brown corset bit around the stomach, flew out behind her with her hair following it. Her feet were bare and dirty, and she didn't have a coat around her her, leading her to hug her waist for some sort of warmth.

The young woman was walking extremely fast, turning her head behind her now and then to make sure no one was following. She was obviously on the run from something and it seemed to be catching up to her.

In that moment, as she turned her head to look behind her, a tall lean long black haired man appeared out of no where in front of her. As the young woman turned back around she jumped jump back in fright at the sudden appearance of the man, cautiously taking a few steps back as he took some forward with a smirk.

"Hello Sweetheart," The smirking man said, blinking his dark brown eyes only for them to turn pitch black.

The young woman's piercing green eyes opened as she squealed in fright, turning around quickly and running in the opposite direction. The smirking man sighed in boredom, rolling his eyes at the young woman before disappearing into thin air again.

The young woman continued to run in the opposite direction of the path, not bothering to look back behind her or stop. This, however, didn't help her in any way as she suddenly ran into something hard, causing her fall back on her but on the ground. She looked up from her position on the ground, only to see the smirking man standing right in front of her.

With a small gasp the young woman started to scurry backwards on the ground, which made the man laugh as he started to walk towards her. She ended up hitting a wall, and sat in shock for a few seconds, before kicking the man in his weak spot.

The smirking man immediately stopped smirking as he looked down towards where the young woman had kicked him, before pulling his head up towards her, "Now that, was a very stupid thing to do," he stated before lunging at her, but she just slid out of the way before standing up and running across the road towards the docks.

The man let out a sound of frustration before disappearing once again into the misty night air. The young woman however continued running towards the docks, when she came to the wooden platform. She stopped for a few seconds breathing heavily, before racing onto the docks and all the way to the end where she stood at the edge of the water.

The young woman turned around quickly only to find the smirking man and two other man, one with shoulder length brown curly hair, and another with blonde hair tied in a ponytail, standing in front of her, all with black eyes.

"No where to run now sweetheart, unless you want to jump into that freezing cold shark infested water of course," The smirking man stated, making the young woman's eyes trail to the water and back to the men.

The three men then started to walk towards her, making the woman look frantically around for some sort of escape but there seemed to be none. The smirking man than wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her towards his chest and placing a small knife against her neck, making her let out a little screech.

"What are going to do, kill me?" The young woman finally spoke, revealing her thick but yet sweet Scottish accent.

The smirking man only laughed at her question, "That's exactly what I'm going to do sweetheart," he answered, pressing the knife further into her neck.

"But why go through all the trouble of chasing me, only to kill me when you catch me?" The young woman asked, trying to delay her death for as long as possible.

The smirking man seemed to think on his answer for a while, before finally replying, "To make an example."

And just like that, the smirking man slid the knife deeply across her throat, his smirk never faltering. The young woman could feel the blood gushing out of her throat as she stared into the man's black eyes, choking for breath. Her body finally relaxed in the man's hold, and he looked into the young woman's lifeless green eyes, his smirk growing even larger, before he let go of her body.

The three man watched as the beautiful red haired woman's lifeless body, fell back into the rapid sea's, and eventually floated away, sinking deep under the waves. The three man laughed as they walked away, once again, and for the last time that night, disappearing into thin air, never to be seen.

Wisconsin 2018...

A young woman with long red wavy hair and wearing a white cotton long dress with a brown corset bit around the stomach, quickly sat up with a gasp for air in the middle of a street. Her hands immediately flew to her neck, feeling around for some sort of wound, and looking down at her hands for any sign of blood, but none was present.

Confused, the young woman looked around at her surroundings. Looking in front of her she could see a tone of tree's, she turned to her left to see nothing but a winding road and a few hill's in the distance. She looked up at the sky to see it pitch black and littered with bright white dots before looking behind her only to find more trees.

Finally, she looked to her right, but apart from seeing just road and hill's, like she did on her left she saw a black 67 Chevy Impala, which to her looked like a house on wheels, pressing on its breaks in front of her. She threw her hands over her eyes to block out the sudden light and let out a small scream at its sudden appearance in the road.

The young woman pulled her arm away from her eyes only to watch two men, one short with short brown hair, the other tall with long brown hair, step out of the car and point their guns at her.

The short man with short brown hair then stepped further towards her before yelling, "Who are you and what are you doing in the middle of the road?!"

The other man, who was tall with long brown hair, was eyeing her outfit curiously, while she eyed theirs. The young woman then, moving back a little, finally answered the short man, "My name is Freya MacLeod, and I have no bloody idea why I'm here, or even where here is!" a frantic scared tone to her voice.

The two man's faces was not a comforting thing to see, after she had announced her name, and she had a feeling there was a bad reason behind it.