Dedicated to @LookAFlyingPig for just being an awesome friend, I love the chats we have :)

"Ever since Christopher, our family has always been in the hunter business, hunting all kind of evil sons of bitches."- John Pierce

Chapter X

Rummaging around in my closet, I finally found the old backpack I used for when I still went to high school.

I took the grey thing out of the closet and threw it on my bed, walking over to my bureau to pick up the books. I carefully wrapped each in a white towel and placed them in the bag. After a bit of debating with myself, I placed the journal in it as well. And of course, the gun and silver dagger.

I swung the bag over my shoulder and took my phone off the charger, opening WhatsApp. "This time I'm doing it right, I won't let them worry again." I muttered, composing a new text to Ana and Alec.

Going to my grandparents to check up on them. It read. "Simple but effective," I said, pressing send.

Leaving the room behind me, backpack strapped on, I combed a hand through my long hair. It's time to get some more answers.

Walking through my home, I couldn't spot Ghost anywhere. Not thinking much of it, Ghost disappeared more often, I left the house behind me and hauled down a cab to bring me to my grandparents.

.

"John said you might be coming, come in," was the first thing my grandmother said upon opening the door leading to their house. She ushered me inside and closed the door behind me.

She held out a plate with a lemon cake on it, a bright smile on her face. I gave her an amused look. Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, looking almost helplessly. "I made some not too long ago," she replied to my unanswered question.

"Thank you," I said softly, taking the plate from her. My grandmother handed me a silver fork and I took it from her, taking a grateful bite out of the lemon cake.

"He's in the Creatures Cave," she added, leading the way. I followed behind her, devouring the delicious cake. So good, I mussed to myself.

"John just kept muttering about demons, do you know anything about it?" Elizabeth asked me while we walked down the stairs, towards the basement.

"You remember the guy who turned into a kitten and tumbled down my fridge and stole my food?" I asked. She nodded. "He's probably a Greater Demon."

My grandmother thought about it for a while. "It does makes sense," she murmured to herself, "they can wield powerful magic." The door to the Creatures Cave was already open – my grandfather did that probably – and we easily went in.

Just for water to be sprayed right in my face. I took a step back in shock and stared up at my grandfather who held a bucket of water in his hands. "You cannot be safe enough those days," he said, "it's holy water." He added, putting the bucket next to the door and closing it behind me.

My grandmother handed me a towel. "Sorry dear," she apologized. "At least it's only water. It'll dry."

Am I happy I'm not wearing any white clothes, I thought grumpily.

"Thanks a lot for the shower," I said sarcastically, starting to dry myself with the fluffy towel.

"Hush you," my grandfather said, "it's only water."

He walked over to one of the many closets in the room and picked up a flask. He went over to me and handed it to me, I took it. "The holy water I promised you," he explained, sitting down on a chair. "Now, what is it you wanted to ask what you couldn't do over the phone?"

I looked between my grandparents, trying to think of the best way to tell them what Jason told me. About how you needed to have a certain bloodline to see the supernatural world. I haven't told them about Jason, something told me they wouldn't be happy with me working with a werewolf.

After a while I decided to go for the save route. "In a book, I have read somewhere that for a human to view upon the supernatural within this world, they either need to be physic or have an ancestor from the other side of the veil. Is that true?"

John and Elizabeth shared a look. "That's true," Elizabeth replied after a while. She sat down as well and took my hands in her own wrinkled ones. "Our family is of a special bloodline. You are a legacy."

My grandfather looked rather alarmed. "Are you sure you're going to tell her?" He hissed urgently.

My grandmother glared at him. "She deserves to know. She's a Pierce after all."

I glanced between them both, noticing the tension in the air but decided to keep quiet. My grandmother turned towards me once more. "It is said that Christopher's father – the one who's journal you have now – is a very special being. This being has blessed Christopher's bloodline a long time ago with the ability to see the truth of this world."

"What kind of being?" I asked.

"That's the thing," John said, joining the conversation. I moved my gaze to him. "Nobody knows. Christopher doesn't have any records about his father, except for this one sentence where he 'heard his father calling out to him.'"

"Ever since Christopher, our family has always been in the hunter business," my grandfather added. "Hunting all kind of evil sons of bitches."

"I am the descendant of a faerie," my grandmother added, "which is how I'm able to see the mythological creatures."

"How about my aunt? And cousins?" I asked.

John sadly shook his head. "They don't believe in them. If you don't believe, you will never be able to see. Bloodline or not."

"When a small kitten tumbled down a fridge and a guy literally disappeared I started believing in them and suddenly I saw dragons," I realized. "How come I couldn't find them as a child? I believed back then."

I recalled the numerous times I went into the woods as a child, Ghost by my side, and spend my time searching for angels and faeries among others. And how I could never find them.

"Back then, they were much more hidden and rarely showed themselves before humans. Now they are coming out of the open and dragons are soaring above the skyline of New York and demons are crowding the streets," John muttered, shaking his head. "It's becoming a mess, really. There are too many of them."

Something big is about to happen, be careful with demon-guy, my subconsciousness warned me.

.

"No, Alec," I told my friend down the phone as I walked down the street, "I have already eaten. So you don't need to wait for me."

"Suit yourself," Alec replied, undoubtedly shrugging his shoulders.

Some guy bumped against me on the street and I nearly lost my balance. "Watch out," the guy snapped at me, not even giving me a glance as he continued walking. I arched my eyebrows at his retreating form and shook my head at how rude some people could be.

"What happened there?" Alec asked me.

"Just some guy who bumped against me," I replied, continuing my way, "don't worry. I'm still alive."

"Ana will be here soon and I still have to cook some food, so talk to you later alright?" He told me.

"Of course," I replied. "Say hi to Ana for me."

"Will do. Bye bitch."

"Bye jerk." I hung up the phone and put the phone in my bag, swinging it over my shoulders once more.

Compared to when the dragons had appeared, Manhattan was back to being busy as ever. All kinds of people walked past me – most not even glancing my way – and the streets were full of cars and cabs and lights were everywhere. I slightly smiled to myself, this is how I like New York the best.

No vicious dragons who try to devour me. No demon-guys who invade my fridge and keep popping-up everywhere. No winged Alpha who saved my life. Just New York being normal and busy with human things.

It probably wouldn't stay this way – I have read enough books and watched enough movies and Supernatural to know it wouldn't stay like this, no matter how much I might wish differently. So I just had to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

I casually walked past the countless shops and restaurants on my way back home, skillfully dodging people as I went. My grandparents had invited me to stay over for dinner and I had accepted. And instead of going home by cab, I decided to walk and enjoy the fresh air.

It was much more merciful towards my wallet. I wasn't exactly worried about supernatural encounters either. And if I did walk into some creature who wanted to have me as a snack, I still had my gun and silver dagger.

I went into an alley which was a shortcut, but not before taking my bag off my back and my hand grasping around the handle of the dagger I had hidden in there. Just in case something decided to jump out.

Taking the dagger out and tugging it in the waistband of my pants, I swung the bag over my shoulders once more and continued my way. My mind cleared out and my senses sharpening.

There weren't any supernatural creatures to be seen though. Only a drunk guy who was passed out against the wall. I pulled up my nose against the strong smell of alcohol and walked past him.

The only sounds that could be heard were the city noises, nothing unusual. "Am I just being paranoid here?" I asked myself. Deep down, I wasn't so sure.

A strange scraping sound reached my ears. I stilled and slowly took the dagger from my pants. The scraping sound continued, just a few blocks from where I was standing. A scream was heard. A human scream.

Some instinct taking over, I sprinted towards the sound. My inner warrioress woke up and I could feel my senses sharpen and adrenaline pulsing through my veins like a wildfire. I jumped over a dumpster, a startled stray cat hurried away from me and I pressed myself close against a wall nearby. The rough surface was cold against me as I crept closer.

"Stop! Don't come closer!" The voice cried out. A child.

Kneeling down and glancing around some dumpsters I saw a young child cowered against a wall, shaking wildly. A monstrous lizard-like creature with a grey scaled skin stood before her, hissing loudly. Its clawed feet scraped across the ground and left behind deep marks. A long, narrow tail edged with razor-sharp lines of bone swiped through the air. "Stop," the young girl cried out once more.

The monster crept closer but before it could harm the girl – or maybe even eat her – I jumped out from behind my hiding place, gripping the dagger tightly. "Hey, assbutt!" I called out, standing up straight. The least I can do is protect the girl.

The monster's head swiped my way. Its mouth was fanged with dripping tusks, a purple liquid dripping down, sizzling when it met the ground. Acid. The beast did not have any eyes, instead of where its eyes should be, a second mouth opened with rows of serrated teeth. It made a low hissing noise and crept closer my way; its way of walking reminding me of an insect with its almost robot-like movements.

I turned towards the girl, who looked at me with wide eyes. "Run!" I screamed at her. The girl scrambled up her feet and ran away like she had all of Hell chasing after her. The monster did not give her a second look, all its attention on me.

Focusing back on the weird creature, I lightly bended though my knees and held up my dagger. "Come and get me, you ugly son of a bitch," I muttered.

Strangely enough, I did not felt fear. I almost felt... excited. My blood was coursing through my veins like a raging wildfire, begging to be released, to let loose. It was like something had been asleep within me for a long time, and was finally starting to wake up.

The monster's head shot backwards and it scrambled my way; its movements almost awkward, yet surprisingly fast for such a large creature. I jumped up, dodging its fangs and I landed on its scaled back.

The beast almost moved in slow-motion, my eyes catching sight of all its movement; the rippling off the muscles underneath its scaled skin, the swiping of its tail. All different kind of scents hit my nostrils; the smell of rotting fish the strongest of it all. I could hear the beating of its strong heart – much slower than a humans – and I could feel the green blood-substance pulsing through its veins.

Under closer notice, I saw that the scales of the creature were covered in translucent slime. Almost slipping off, I dug the dagger deep into its skin and held on tightly. A thick green liquid pulsed out of it and the stinking scent of rotting fish washed over me - stronger than before.

Roaring, the monster stood up on its hind legs and blindly walked against a wall, making the entire building shake and glass rain down on both myself and the monster. The shattered glass dug deep in my skin and I clenched my teeth together. The monster underneath me trashed around wildly; the sharp lines of bone on its tail almost slicing me in half. Completely covered in blood – both my own and the monster's – a wide grin split up my face, almost every part of my body hurt from the shards of glass and the wounds done by the monster, yet I have never felt so alive as I did in this very moment. It felt like I was born to slay evil. Ripping out the silver dagger, I stabbed the lizard-like monster again.

The creature made an almost huffing noise and it suddenly rolled over into its back, squishing me between its heavy body and the hard floor. The breath was forced out of my lungs and the dagger sliced out of the scaly skin; the weird slimy green liquid raining down on me. The creature rolled over once more and stood before me, hissing lowly.

Its clawed hand shot towards me and slapped me away like a cat might swat at an annoying fly. My body went flying and I was slammed against the wall. Hitting my head hard I started to see double, as well as a growing headache started to form. Damn it, this doesn't look too well. My subconsciousness had fallen to her knees and appeared to be praying. My warrioress looked calculating, her mind working to find a way out of our situation.

The creature's eyeless face suddenly hung right in front of me. Its meaty breath fanning over my face, making me gag. Both mouths opened and two long forked tongues poked out; a bulb at the end of each reminding me of a scorpion's stinger. The tongues seemed to be feeling around, lightly shaking in the air.

Does it perhaps see with its tongues? I thought dizzily, staring at the weird dark purple tongues feeling the air before me.

Almost instinctively – or maybe it was my inner warrioress guiding me or something else altogether, my hand disappeared into my backpack and I felt the familiarity of my gun. My mind clearing up enough to make out the creature before me, my hand shot up faster than the human-eye could follow and I pulled the trigger, shooting the creature with a bang right into one of its mouths.

The monster shrieked and started chocking up green blood, its body trashing wildly. It let out one last strangled cry before it fell down where it made a few more movements before it completely stilled.

Standing up on shaky legs, holding on against the wall and eyes not leaving the slayed monster, I fully stood up and released my breath. I closed my eyes for a second and took a few breaths. Just breathe. You're still alive and just literally slayed a monster. I told myself mentally, tiredness washing over me like a wave.

A sharp tapping noise hit my ears.

My head shot up and my gaze fell on a second lizard-like monster. Where the first one was a pale grey, this one was darker colored. It was wider around the shoulders and roughly a foot taller as well. My breath stilled and I stopped moving. Crap, I cursed. I don't know if I have enough strength left to fight a second one, I thought. My super-warrioress senses from before were starting to fade away and I was starting to see black spots, it took all my strength to just keep standing.

Upon noticing its dead partner, the second monster stilled; looking almost surprised. Its head went from the dead monster to me and back again, seemingly having trouble to comprehend what just happened. How a human could kill a monster worthy enough of nightmares.

The beast let out a thundering roar, shooting towards me, its mouths opened wide.

My hand tightened on the gun but before I could comprehend it, the gun was slammed out of my hands by the monster.

Please help me, anyone! I mentally prayed out in the moment of hopelessness I felt.

I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to see the monster killing me, but instead of feeling sharp teeth dig into my skin or being ripped apart by talons, I heard the monster shriek it out. An animalistic sound filled with a raw terror strong enough to make me take a step back.

Opening me eyes, I saw something I have never seen before. A six-winged being, inhuman and beautiful, seemingly to exist purely out of light and fire; the brightest white I have ever witnessed, smashing the monster into oblivion. The light was brighter and purer than anything I have ever seen or felt before, equal to all the stars in the sky together. It held something almost sacred. Something pulled me towards it, drawing me into the light that formed the being's essence. It felt familiar.

The monster was trying to get away from the furious and avenging creature, seemingly honestly terrified of the being who had appeared before it. The fire creature merely touched the monster and the monster started to melt before my very eyes until there was nothing left but a puddle of grey drab.

My headache started to come up again and I screamed – feeling as if a sun exploded into my very head, fire coursed through me and I felt unnatural hot. Opening my eyes again, the beautiful creature was right in front of me, looking down at me in what almost appeared to be worry.

It held up a hand my way and I scampered away from it, my back hitting the wall. I stared up at the creature's inhuman face, fear gripping my heart and fearing that it would melt me too like it did with the monster. It seemed unreal it would do that – it just saved my life – but I couldn't help the fear that I felt to my very bones. Looking almost hurt, the creature drew back its hand.

Black spots appeared in my vision and I grew drowsy. The creature cried out, alarmed and worried, and its arms went my way. Its cry reminded me of golden bells. Warm wings wrapped around me and I blacked out.

The last thing I remembered were gentle green eyes staring down at me.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Next chapter is up, little demons! Hope it didn't disappoint.

What are your opinions of this chapter? The revelations John and Elizabeth made about Christopher's father and Elizabeth being the descendant of faeries. Who (and what) do you think Christopher's father is? What do you think is the 'big thing' that's about to happen? What do you think of Harlynn slaying her very first monster? (I kind of feel like a proud mom lol) What about the creature who came to Harlynn's rescue? I'm rather sure that it's pretty clear what it is, but WHO do you think it is? What's going to happen next?! What are your predictions for the next chapter? Also, it won't be soon until the secrets of Christopher's journal will be revealed ;) What do you think the journal contains? (and remember the lunar eclipse?! it has to do with the secrets of the journal)

HINT: (this time) It's not Lucifer who saved her. And no, the one who saved her is not a 'love interest' of some sorts, so don't get those weird ideas in your head.

The song at the top actually fits rather well with what I have in store for this story. About how this is only the calm before the storm and how they will have to fight in order to see the light. Just listen to it. I don't care if you like Nickelback or not, turn the volume off for all I care.

If you liked the chapter, don't forget to vote/share/comment. Until the next time!

Hugs and knives,

- Luci

Ps. Today I published a one shot as well (called The Deal) It's for a writing contest and I would appreciate it if you could check it out and maybe give some feedback/vote :) It has to do with fallen angels and demons of course (hellhounds are in it)

Pps. Today is my 19th birthday :)

Ppps. I am feeling very happy today. I had 3 pieces of pie and got 5 Supernatural books. AND I updated my story. So yes, I'm feeling very happy and content