A/N: This is the first Fanfiction I posting on here, please leave comments... I do plan in writing more to this. I'm planning on a series. This is using one of my OC's Alex Tittle: Made it out Author: Cheshire-Hunter Word Count: 1,579 Warnings: Death, demon summoning, hellhounds, angst, family death, blood âAdam!â The panicked scream cut through the air, echoing eerily off the small trees ringing the clearing. The object of its origin turned, her knife sliding from the werewolfâs heart, already starting to revert to its human shape as it fell to the ground, soon to be forgotten. The woman didnât stop to watch, already running towards her companion. She pulled her gun out of her waistband, emptying the clip full of handmade silver bullets with a deadly precision into the Were knuckle deep in her partner. Glaring red spots spread across its filthy pelt, it claws sliding out, creating an arc of bright red droplets to splatter against the dark forest flora. The woman reached her partner seconds after his descent started, blood already blossoming across his middle with an alarming quickness. Her gun hit the ground as she braced herself, trying to stop his fall. It wouldâve been comical, her small frame trying to support his much larger one, if it werenât for the horror on her face. She managed to slow his fall, but couldnât stop it completely. She knelt next to him, pressing her hands firmly to his wounds, hidden beneath his shirt and the large amount of blood coating it. She was starting to panic as his blood pumped between her fingers, which were doing little to nothing to stop the life giving liquid from leaving his body. He reached up to cradle the side of her face, smearing blood across her cheek. âAlexâŠâ Even dying he wanted to comfort her. âStop it!â Her voice wouldâve been biting if it werenât for the crack in the middle. He let the next of her tears fall unchecked. âY-You canât die⊠There canât be Adam and Eve without Adam.â She gave him a weak smile, tears still filling and falling from her eyes as she tried not to sob, breath hiccuping. They both knew it was hopeless, the injury was too severe, though it didnât stop her from trying her hardest to prolong his cut short life. Memories of childhood flashed through their heads, the nickname their neighborhood had given them, marking them as inseparable. They were both the firstborn children in their families, the caretakers, protectors. They were siblings in everything but blood, only physical differences marking them as anything else. âAlex⊠donât do anyt-â His hacking cough brought her out of her reverie, her eyes zeroing in on the blood bubbling between his lips, the same rust red as his hair. She felt a wave of despair wash over her, one of his lungs got punctured, there wasnât very much you could do for that outside a hospital. She sobbed, her head falling forward, her curly midnight locks hanging around them like a curtain. His eyes, as dark and rich as they ground they laid on, met hers, a shade of blue so light they called it silver. And stopped. There was no other way to describe it, they just stopped. She had seen quite a few things die, many by her own hand, but she had never looked in their eyes. It was torture, and she knew the image would be branded into her brain for all of eternity. She always thought the saying of âlight fadingâ was clichĂ©, but thatâs exactly what it looked like. The light fading from his eyes till they were nothing but dull, flat orbs reflecting the dark canopy above them. This was when she finally sobbed, her hand coming up to cradle his to her face, smearing blood across her face like a gory war paint. She let out a raw scream that spoke of such pain the forest went silent for a moment in reverence. She slumped forward like a puppet with its strings cut, all of her energy spent, and let his hand drop, leaning over his body her tears falling down and off to splash in the puddle of his blood that had stopped growing the moment his heart stopped beating. She stayed in that position for hours, numb to the pains in her body. When she finally moved, she startled the small creatures that had ventured back out around her, thinking her part of the forest. She started to drag his body through the forest it draping awkwardly across her shoulders. She reached the car they had used, a white 2009 Charger, she collapsed against the door after forcing him into the passenger seat. Her body was quivering with exertion from having to drag his body around the many obstacles. After she caught her breath, she climbed in the car, careful to avoid looking at his cold and blank face. She started driving, eyes searching for a crossroads. She stopped the car at the first dirt crossroads she could fine, climbing out of the car and opening her trunk. She grabbed the necessary items for summoning a crossroads demon, a shovel, a box, black cat bone, a picture of her, and graveyard dirt. She carefully walked to the dead middle of the crossroads, digging a shallow hole just deep enough to cover the top of the box. By the time she had stood up a demon was in front of her. âAlexandra Lichel.â His voice was deep and rich eyes changing from dark red to dark chocolate brown. They fit the theme of a stereotypical demon, dark. His hair was a rich brown and swept back from his forehead, he looked fit, his olive skin contrasting quite nicely with the black and white suit he was wearing. âAnother hunter, isnât it like a rule with you guys, donât deal with demons?â He let out a chuckle. âYou hunt us, kill us, but in the end you all come crawling, begging for us to solve your problems.â His voice was low and taunting as he walked slowly around her. âDo you want to make a deal or are you just going to taunt me?â The sharp tone to her voice revealed that he was getting to her. He just smirked at her. âSo then little hunter,â His voice was condescending. âWhat do you want?â âBring him back to life.â She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, jaw clenching as the demon let out a laugh, composing himself after a second. âSorry little hunter, excuse my unprofessionalism, but do you realize how clichĂ© you are?â She was vibrating with anger as she turned away from him. âNo, and I donât really care, can you bring him back or not?â He chuckled again. âSo you can continue hunting with him? Get him killed again?â His face twisted in mirth at her stricken expression as the second time that night she was thrust into the past, memories flashing past her eyes. Her dad shoving her under the bed, grabbing the shotgun and telling her to protect her siblings, her mother armed with a small pistol. Gunshots, yells, the smell of blood, running across the yard, gripping Jonathanâs hands, Elise in her arms. The official ruling was animal attack, but she told Adam what happened and they investigated, finding the journals full of impossible things in her parentâs closet. They started hunting, together, like they did everything. âIt wouldâve been better if I had died with themâŠâ Her eyes widened. âMake him think I died with my family!â The demon grinned wickedly. âThatâs a twist, but very doable.â She nodded, and walked forward, stopping right in front of him. âHow long?â The demon sighed. âDo we have to ruin this wonderful conversation? Just when it was getting interesting you had to bring business in it.â She glared. âThe running rate is 10 years, But youâre a hunter, so how bout one?â He steam rolled over her unvoiced protests. âOr is that too long? I mean youâve spent your entire life with this person, and now he wonât even know who you are.â His voice was lilting, worming its way into her head. He walked around her, voice soft. âYou wouldnât be able to see if he was alright, be around him, he would see you as a stranger.â She shook her head violently, cutting him off. âStop! Why donât you just kill me now?â She froze and tried to backtrack as the demon grinned viciously. âDeal.â He lunged forward, hands twisting in her hair as he brought her lips to his. He tasted like fire, lips hot and burning against her own as she struggled against his iron grip. He released her with a smirk, straightening his suit front. She gasped and doubled over in pain as the contract was burned invisibly into her skin. She backed away from him, her eyes frantic as they bounced around wildly when the unearthly howls rent the air. Her eyes landed on Adam as he jolted up in the car seat, eyes blinking rapidly. They landed on her, confusion filling his face. Alex turned and ran into the forest, the sounds of hellhounds and a cruel laugh followed her. She could feel their burning breath on her back, their teeth inches from her heels as they snapped at her. Her eyes widened in horror as she tripped, the sharp claws of the hellhounds tearing into her a second later, splattering her blood across the ground. She tried to fight them, but the Abyssal creatures were too strong for her, her attacks just bouncing off them. She turned her head to the side as the pain washed through her and her life ebbed away. The last thing she saw as darkness crowded her vision was her blood splattered across the flora of the forest floor. Then she was gone. ~ooOoo~
