𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 | ͏r͏i͏c͏h͏i͏e ͏t͏o͏z͏i͏e͏r

―four

She had seen it.

Emily Winchester encountered the being that was tormenting Derry, she had stood feet away from the monster. After that, Emily had not been able to fall back asleep and instead opted to do the very thing she was trying to avoid that night.

She researched, searching through every book in the room, finding any monster that lined up with that shapeshifting clown she saw. But nothing matched.

Emily had even gone as far as considering a hybrid, a demon-shapeshifter hybrid to be exact.

However, demons nor shapeshifters had the ability to teleport as that monster did, so she highly doubted it was a demon-shapeshifter hybrid. No matter how wicked she thought it would be. Emily would love to be able to say she hunted a demon-shapeshifting hybrid for her first hunt by herself, but she figured whatever it was would be good enough.

The problem that came with this monster was the fact that it was obviously much more dangerous than any other creature she had ever hunted. Not to mention, even after having such a close encounter with it, she still had no clue what it was. Therefore, if she told her father any of this, he would immediately drop everything and come help her with this hunt. He would probably even call Bobby to help once she told him it teleported.

In short, Emily telling John would only make him come back to Derry with no arguments from her.

Emily Winchester did not want that. As childish as it sounded, Emily was enjoying her time away from her family. As much as she loved them, Emily was still the only female in a family of only boys. It was nice to be away from them.

That along with the fact that she truly wanted to kill this thing herself.

   Sure, after she killed it, her father would no doubt be upset that she did not say anything to him, but he would get over it. Especially if she killed it.

Of course, if things got to the point where Emily knew for a fact she would not be able to handle this thing, then yes, she would either call Bobby or wait for her father to call and to tell him then. However, right now Emily was determined to handle this on her own, and so, she would not tell her father how dangerous this hunt actually was.

Emily had got six hours of sleep last night, not as many as she was planning, but more than she had gotten in weeks. She had been awake since she woke up to that thing last night, scribbling different notes about monsters, reading up on lore, making changes to her chart, all of it leading up to the fact that she was trying to find out what exactly this thing even was.

Emily knew where it was (in the sewers), but she could not just waltz in with her guns blazing and machetes swinging. Because realistically, Emily had no clue how to kill this thing. After shooting it with a silver bullet last night, something which would have killed any normal shapeshifter or werewolf, and seeing that it did not even affect the thing, she knew she was in deep trouble.

She could always try taking its head off, but she was not even sure if that would kill it. The last thing she wanted was to get ahead of herself, charge into the sewers unprepared with the assumption that it would die if she chopped its head off only to find that it could withstand a machete to the neck. That would no doubt only result in her death, therefore that plan was off the table.

Without knowing what this thing was, she had no background information on it its species, nor any known ways to kill it. Emily could also try injecting it with dead man's blood, as that was a substance lethal to vampires, but she doubted that would have any effect on it.

The Winchester girl knew the second she entered the sewers, she had one shot to kill it. It was either kill or be killed, only one of them was coming out alive, she could not afford any mistake.