Isabelle Winchester has truly seen it all, from vampire to demons, all the way to angels. She has evaded death multiple times, just like her brother's.
She had got separated from her brothers in, yet, another apocalypse they somehow created. God ha...
𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 you don't have to be ruled by fate. you can choose freedom
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IT HAD BEEN a few minutes before everyone realized that someone from the group was missing — Bob. Once everyone realized he was gone and a group had come back empty handed after trying to find him, the group started to panic a little, especially after Daryl told the group that he has been feeling like someone has been watching them.
"What are you doing?" Sasha questioned Gabriel aggressively, making everyone glance between her and the priest.
"What?" the priest stuttered.
"You show up, take us to your church and suddenly one of us is missing. This is all connected, so tell me where he is!" Sasha yelled, pointing an accusing finger against the Father's chest.
Everyone else crowded around, hugging their weapons close to their bodies as they awaited his response.
"I-I don't know, I wasn't part of it—"
"Where is Bob?!" Sasha bellowed, her voice echoing throughout the church. When Gabriel didn't respond, Sasha went to her belt to draw her dagger."
"Sasha!" Izzy's exclaimed before stepping in front of the livid girl before grabbing Gabriel by his collar, slamming him against the wall harshly. "Where the hell is Bob? Huh?! You working with someone?" She didn't waver her gaze as she looked him in the eyes with the most deadliest glare she could mange, and it was pretty damn deadly.
"Bloody hell!" Crowley exclaimed, raising eyebrows. "There's that monster in you that you've hidden so well, tiger."
"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Meg asked, fanning herself as she stared at Izzy. Once she saw the stares that everyone was giving her, she stepped back, her hands in the air, though, she was smirking.
"I'm alone. I'm alone. I was always alone," He told them with wide, frightened eyes.
"What about the woman in the food bank, Gabriel? What did you do to her? "You'll burn for this." That was for you. Why? What are you gonna burn for, Gabriel?" Rick stood by Izzy, staring him down. "What? What did you do? What did you do?!" Rick yelled in his face, his voice booking throughout the church.
"I lock the doors at night. I always lock the doors at night. I always—" Gabriel stuttered out, his eyes watering. "They started coming, my congregation. Atlanta was bombed the night before and they were scared. They were-/ they were looking for a safe place, a place where they felt safe. And it was so early. It was so early. And the doors were still locked. You see... it was my choice. There were so many of them and they were trying to pry the shutters and banging on the sidings, screaming at me. And so the dead came for them. Women... children. Entire families calling my name as they were torn apart, begging me for mercy."
