Dakota Quinn meets a young boy in a similar situation to her own.
All the two have is each other, a stray dog, and the smallest amount of money possible. How will they manage?
[Book 1 of 3]
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"Hello Dakota." A small voice is the first thing Dakota hears when she wakes, eyes not even open yet.
"Where am I?" She groans, making to rub her eyes with her hands, only to find herself unable to move them. "What the Hell?" Dakota struggles, pulling her hands as much as possible. Immediately she opens her eyes, suddenly wide awake and she looks to see her wrists tied to a chair.
"I'm sorry about that, Dear." A sickly sweet voice says, Dakota looks up to find a brunette woman looking down on her. "But we couldn't have you escaping."
"What the Hell do you want from me?" Dakota snaps, using as much power in her voice as she can muster.
"We want to play, Dakota." The small voice speaks again. Dakota looks down and sees the young girl from the park, her eyes widen in shock, horror and confusion.
"Y-you? You're in on kidnapping me?" Dakota asks the girl. She grins, dimples showing, making her look adorable. "But you're jus a sweet little girl!"
"Oh silly. I'm more than that." She giggles. Then, Dakota swears it must just be a trick of the light, because surely, this little girls eyes could not turn black.
Dakota screams, the loudest scream she has ever let out. The little girl has a wide grin on her face, one that should never be associated with little girls, black eyes shining with anticipation.
"W-what are you?" Dakota asks, trying to hold back tears. "Your eyes. No, no, no! This isn't real. I'm dreaming. I'll wake up in my bed at home, or in the park. But this, this isn't real!"
"Oh, honey, I'm afraid this is very real." The older woman chuckles, when Dakota looks up at her, her eyes are solid black too. Dakota fights back another scream, letting out a whimper instead.
"What do you want with me?" Dakota questions, fidgeting slightly to try getting more comfortable, to no avail.
"We want Sammy Winchester." The little girl smiles, letting out a small giggle that Dakota would've found cute had it not been for the black eyes and kidnapping.
"Sam? That boy I met in the park? Why take me if you want him?" Dakota raises her eyebrows, suddenly more confused than before. "What do you even want with him anyway?"
"There are some plans for little Sammy, for the future. We don't want these plans to happen. You see, we like life how it is. But the Boss doesn't agree. He wants Sammy to rise up, do what he's apparently destined to do. But you see, if Sammy is dead, he won't be able to fulfil this so called destiny and things can stay as they're supposed to be." The woman explains, circling the chair Dakota is tied to.
"And we took you because the two of you seem to share a bond." The little girl continues, answering Dakota's first question. "We could sense it from the playing ground. Don't know how to explain it, but he'll sense you're in danger and won'y be able to resist the urge to come and save you."
"We just met about an hour ago! He doesn't care about me! I didn't even know the guys last name until a minute ago. We may have some weird bond that you can apparently sense, but he is not going to come and save me." Dakota tells them, voice breaking every so often. "And even if, by some miracle what you said is true and he does come to save me. He is just a kid. He's about my age! What would he even be able to do to save me?"
"He's more than just a kid, Dakota." The woman laughs, shaking her head in twisted amusement. "He's been raised a hunter, supposed to hunt things like me. But he won't be able to do anything. Like we said, this is a trap for him. Sammy Winchester is about to meet his true fate."
Next thing Dakota knows, the door to the room is kicked open and Sam runs in holding a gun. "Dakota?" His eyes narrow in confusion.
"Ah, Sammy. So glad you could make it." The little girl grins, flicking her eyes back to black making Sam's eyes widen.
"Demons." He growls, pointing his gun at them.
"Oh, Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Guns won't hurt us." The woman chuckles. She flicks her wrist and Sam drops the gun and is thrown to the wall, grunting in pain as his back connects to it.
"We have wanted to do this, for so long, Sammy!" The little girl giggles, stalking towards the boy. "Let's play a game!"
In a matter of seconds, Sam is knocked unconscious and falls to the ground.
