Supernatural: Hunting down evil

[dreamingflowers]

A trip down memory lane

She was staring at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes unreadable. Getting herself ready just seemed to take forever. She put on the earrings they had given to her. Their pictures were tucked into the frame of the mirror. All of her loved ones, all of them gone. It was hard to hold it all together but she had to. She needed to be strong. There was no one else left it was just her. Someone knocked on the open door and she turned away from the mirror. It was Nikola the son of Niko a friend of her father's. He had been around for the better part of her childhood and was practically raised alongside her. Her father wasn't one to stick around too much. When he was there he never really looked out for her. Still not knowing if he was alive or not really got to her. Out of all the times he didn't show he could at least be here now. Maybe he had heard but he didn't care. Thinking about it made her feel angry. He just needed to be here this once for his family, was that too much to ask?

Nikola entered the room and walked over to her. They were trying not to make eye contact with each other.
"I'm almost ready"
"Yeah take your time"

It was too beautiful of a day for something like this. Sunlight was pooring from her window into her room. It was just like any other day. Everything looked the same only she had changed. When Nikola got closer she clung onto the dressing table until her fingers hurt. She stared long and hard at their pictures. She didn't want to leave her room. It was going to happen but staying in her room would not stop the world around her. Life went on and she couldn't be left behind even though she wanted to, so badly.
He noticed her tensing up and refrained from talking to her just yet. He hated to see her like this. Family was everything to her. Even though hers was pretty screwed up at times she still loved them. The reality of what had happened hadn't really gotten through to the both of them yet. Both of their families were gone.

"Martin wanted me to give you this"
She took the letter from him. It puzzled her why would he send her a letter?
"And this..."
He gave her the pendant her grandmother always wore around her neck. A gray moonstone set in a silver droplet. It shocked her but she didn't feel it, she was numb.
She looked at his face. He was looking down but he carefully looked up into her eyes. They both felt it, the pain. There were things left unsaid and questions unresolved.
They just stood there and she held onto the letter and the pendant desperately. He started to walk away from her and leave the room. She knew they had to go but she needed to say something to him first.
"Nikola....."
"I'm so sorry"
"I'm so sorry that you've lost so many people"
She was at a loss for words. She tried to find something to say. Something to make them forget all this.
"I still have you" he said. The way he said it, something inside of her broke. She could only nod and she carefully hugged him trying to blink away the tears welling up in her eyes.
She tried hard to smile and she fixed his tie before he left the room. When she was alone she walked over to the window sill. The warm sun comforted her like a blanket and she

~Present day~



"Katerina!" Kay yelled waving his arms infront of her frantically. He was holding a rolled up parchment she must have been looking for.
"I'm not some bowsie, are you bloody listening?"
"I'm....I'm sorry" she was a million miles away. She hadn't even noticed Kay leaving and returning which she knew from experience could take a long time.
I must have zoned out for longer than I thought.
She put down the book she was holding and followed him into one of the departments of the library.
"I was gobsmacked I tell ya" Kay was an intern at the library of the bureau. He had this charming Irish accent and he kept going on about the scroll he found. She had only been working for them for a month. They gave her easy jobs, things they knew she could handle. Before everything happened she had been working at a carnival as a fortune teller. Her family had been in the soothsaying business a long time and they often got in contact with the supernatural either through their own actions or their clients. Needless to say she knew alot about everything but she lacked the muscle to actually take on the big leagues. It was something Kay and her had in common.

"So you know how you asked me to find information about divining rituals" he continued trying to hold back his excitement.
"I found this family tree going back a good few hundred of traveling gypsies" They walked over to a desk so he could fold out the surprisingly large piece of parchment. It certainly looked to be at least one hundred years old.
"Your name is on it look" he pointed excitedly obviously proud of his discovery. She hated to disappoint him but it was most likely inaccurate. Gypsies of that time were known to travel all around the country and settle anywhere they thought convenient. It was more common to have half brothers and sisters. The women often had many lovers and in turn a good amount of children. Altough he had something working for him. Daughters were often named after their mother or grandmother. Her great grandmother was named Katerina as well. Maybe it was her.
"They were witches you know, we have some books written by them in our colllection"
"Bloody hell! She could almost hear the switch flipping in his head.
"That would mean you're a witch too" he was practically yelling at this point.
"I could have told you that" she winked at him.
"And here I thought I was gone in the head" he smiled nervously.

[kizubu]

~15 Years Ago~

Night was upon the land; the moon was beaming brightly, casting its eerie light down on the earth. Josephs mother was tucking him in his bed. "Time to go to bed sweetie." She cooed gently wrapping him up in his superhero bed sheets. "But I don't wanna go to bed..." He pouted looking up to his smiling mother, "I know. But you need to make sure your up ready for school tomorrow. I'll tell you what, you be a good boy at school this week and me and your daddy will take out somewhere nice okay?" She continued giving that beaming smile as she kissed his forehead before turning to head to the door, "night mommy. Love you." Joseph said turning on his side, "night Joseph. Love you too." She switched off the light and left the door ajar a bit.

It wasn't long before the little nine year old boy was woke up by the sound of something clawing around his bed, his eyes fixated at the end of his bed where he couldn't see anything, but the sound of a laboured breath reached his ears. Gulping he tried covering his head with his sheets in hopes that he could hide from it, naively he thought this. Soon the creature started tugging on the bedding lightly, softly, slowly pulling it from his body, "mommy!" He screamed from the top of his lungs, it was only moments before she appeared, instantly she tried turning the light on, it wouldn't work, squinting in the darkness she saw a silhouette looming over her son, "get away from him!" Her hand reached for his bedside lamp as she took a swing at the monster; what she thought was a person. However the figure seemed to vanish after she took a swing, dazed and confused she darted her head around trying to see something, anything.

"Mommy I'm scared!" Joseph got up from his bed his arms reaching out for his mother who tried grabbing him but something forced her back, slamming her into the wall. Her anguish cries for her son to run were barely audible, like something was clamping down on her throat. "Mommy!" His hot tears poured from his eyes before his mothers stomach was ripped open with ease like it was wet tissue paper, her internal contents spilled forth in a stinking bloody mess. The life from her eyes faded as she prayed that her son be saved. "No!" He screamed, stretching the word out as a men stormed into the room, firing off a shot that seemed to scare the phantom spirit away as he checked the remains of the wife it was apparent that she was dead but a simple glance, then he grabbed hold of the boy, everything was moving so fast, all Joseph could think about was his mother, constantly screaming and crying for his mommy kicking, lashing out at the man who was grabbing hold of him like he was part of the thing that was scaring him.

Joseph whimpered at the man, who he finally recognised to be his dad. "Da-daddy. It, it..." His dad knew what he was trying to say, so he just hugged his son closer in his arms. His father had no answers, only questions, something human couldn't have simply vanished like that, but he wasn't the type to believe in anything supernatural. That event that happened that night would change his life forever.

~Present Day~

Joseph was simply minding his own business as he walked to where he worked. He worked at a garage and it paid enough to live on, it always wasn't a particularly hard job to do, as long as he had something to do and occupy his mind he was okay. When a car pulled up alongside him with the window down. "Joseph Manning?" One of two men said, both looked like FBI to him, wearing the black and white, even with the shades, like something right out of men in black. "Yeah?" He said confused, they had to be FBI to know his appearance, name, and location. "We need to talk to you if you don't mind?" Joe just lowered down and nodded, "actually I do mind. I'm on my way to work." He said ready to leave when one of them spoke out "it's about your mother." That instantly grabbed his attention as he lowered down again looking at the mans eyes, or technically his shades. "What do you know about my mother?" He asked curiously, "you need to come with us. We only want to talk to you for a few minutes. The garage won't mind, we've already spoke with them." They lied, but he didn't think they were lying so he got into the car and they drove off.

"So what do you know about my mother?" He couldn't wait to know, he had to be told right this instant. "You said in your report to the police, that is wasn't a person. But a monster. Could you elaborate?" The one that wasn't driving asked, as the car pulled in a direction heading to the outskirts of town, but Joe was too busy thinking and listening to notice. "Well, I was a kid. So I probably didn't see what happened properly." He lied, of course he remembered that night, it would be forever imbedded in his memory. "It doesn't matter, we are running new ideas, we want to hear the eye witness account." His voice was genuine enough, "wait, can I see some ID actually..." Joe felt a little stupid for not asking before, the man nodded before pulling out a badge from his suit, it said Agent Weylan, it did say FBI. So nodded that it was okay, so this agent Weylan put his badge away before Joe went on to explain the events that he could recall so vividly. "As I said maybe I was thinking straight?" He said casually, before the two men nodded to each other, as if learning something. "Wait a minute? Where the hell are we going?" Joe asked looking out his window as they had left the town, his head turned when something was jabbed into his arm and he suddenly felt dizzy and his speech was slurred as he tried asking what the hell that was. But he passed out.

The two men took Joe to a sealed room, it had all symbols of protection on it, steel doors, for both creatures and humans, it looked like a holding cell in jails, but there was no bars at all. It had a bathroom, and bed, simple things like a place to put clothes.

While he was out cold Kevin, one of the men who brought Joe in headed to get Kate. He had a feeling she'd be in the library, since she was new she would be more than likely still reading up on texts and lore. He entered with a shout. "Hey Kate! Boss wants to see you about a partner." He couldn't contain his smirk, as he knew that she'd have a whale of a time trying to get on with the new guy. He silently remembered what it was like being that person stuck in one of those rooms. All she really had to do was convince him that he wasn't insane, as well as to get revenge on evil pricks that kill for the fun of it, or just kill in general he thought.

[dreamingflowers]

Honestly she liked Kay but sometimes he could take it a bit too far and bordered on obsession. In the short time he had figured out she was a supposed descendant of gypsy witches he had gotten every book the library had about them. He showed her texts and even some drawings of the men and women of the family line. She wasn't so sure if it were really her anchestors he was talking about but he was on to something. They certainly shared an uncanny physical resemblance. One of the portraits could be her if she would have have lived in the 17th century. It shocked her, it was like looking into a mirror. She pulled the drawing from between the pages and held it right infront of her eyes trying to find anything that distinquished them. It was amazing, aside from the clothing they almost looked exactly the same. It creeped her out a bit. Kay had burried himself between the books and texts studying the inscriptions with endearing fashination forgetting she was even there.

"Kay who's this?"
She held up the picture so he could take a better look.



"Huh...?"
"Hey Kate!"
Kevin he thought he was being funny. She hated funny guys. What gave him the idea he could call her any name he wanted?
"Mind if I take this Kay?" she waved the picture infront of him. He seemed to actually think about it for a minute but didn't seem to mind.
"Go ahead not much I can tell you about her"
"Other than the fact that she's your evil twin" he continued jokingly. When Kay had a laugh with her she didn't mind but a lot of guys especially Kevin rubbed her the wrong way.
They can't help it boys will be boys. she smirked to herself.

~The main office of the bureau~

The blinds were down and everything was lit by fluorescent lighting. It was all sleek, black and spotless. There was not time for chit chat in this office and it didn't look very inviting either. The longest she had spent in this office was half an hour shortly after they hired her. It was all the time Mr. Griffin felt he needed to figure her out. After that half hour she spent only five minutes at the most to get a personal briefing. As of now she had only been on four field assignments three of which were the cleansing of a house. They never really told her why they had hired her but she had her suspicions. The first contact with the bureau had been a month ago. They knew something supernatural had murdered her loved ones. There were no survivors aside from her. At first they only needed a statement but after they studied up on her heritage they offered her to stay as an employee. An offer she took without hesitation. Mr. Griffin or Evan as she was allowed to call him was a man in his late forties. He had spared her the boring story of how he started the bureau. Katerina doubted his story was any better than hers. Something must have happened for him to set up an agency to battle the supernatural evils of the world. No he didn't tell her because he knew she had lost her family not too long ago. It would shatter the walls of strength she had managed to build up while at the agency. They didn't talk about it but he acknowledged the fact that something had happened to her. It was the best way to go about it, at least for her it was.

"I see Kay managed to track you down in the archives" Evan said referring to the portrait she was holding.
"The resemblance is striking" he was strangly fashinated by it and his serious conduct unnerved her.
"Why did you want to see me?" she asked sitting down in the chair infront of his desk. It was made of some sort of wood but sprayed with an intense black paint.
"We have a new recruit...." he waited for her reaction. He hadn't know her for long but she was a hard young woman to read mysterious even. Altough with mysteries came secrets. He wanted his agents to work together. Keeping secrets would create a wedge between them. That was the exact reason why he wanted Katerina to work with this new recruit. She would have to show part of herself if she wanted to win his trust. The question was did she really want that?
"I want you to go see him" he had let his agents inform him about Joseph's situtation.
"Fine..."
For once she was easy to read. He knew she didn't like this at all.

~The holding cells beneath the bureau~

The heavy bolt of the door unlocked itself after she went through the extensive identity recognition program. Katerina entered the room, the heavy metal door shut close behind her but she remained calm. The cell was equipped with only the basic necessities. Only when a visit was planned they would bring in other equipment. She had immediately taken notice of a man sitting on the bed but she decided not to pay any further attention to him yet. Instead she walked over to a table which had only a pitcher of hot water on it and two cups. It was unnerving to see how well they knew her. They even knew she never left unprepared. She still couldn't determine if that was a good thing. The water was still hot and she got out a small sachet from her jacket. She dvided the contents between the two cups and added something else to disguise the scent. The brew remained odorless and she let it steep for a minute or two.

She crossed her arms and studied the man while she waited for her brew to become ready. He wasn't in chains meaning they didn't think he was dangerous. A big mistake in her opinion.
Let's see what you're all about.
Katerina took one of the steaming cups and made her way over to the bed.
"Drink up..." she said simply without making any small talk.

[kizubu]

Joe was looking around the place, dark, cold, but that would've seemed like a paradise compared to what he was sitting in. A room filled with strange symbols like this place he was in was for him to be some sort of sacrifice. He'd have been an idiot not to be scared at a time like this, he knew calling was idiotic. The only thin calling would end up doing is attracting these psychos to him, letting them know he was awake and ready to be tortured or some sick twisted and hellish thing they did.

When someone entered he only glanced at them, it was a woman, how many people are involved in this satanic mumbo jumbo? He knew two men were, and now this woman. But that didn't explain how they knew about his mother or anything like that. She poured him some drink, just smelt like hot water and nothing else, strange. He looked to the cup, taking it in his hands, it was nice and hot so he let his hands get warmed up by the sensation. 'Drink up' was she being serious? There was no way in hell he was going to drink whatever crap they had tried giving him. So he stayed silent for a moment, letting his hands become warmer before he slowly tipped the bottom of the ceramic cup skyward spilling the contents onto the floor. "You think you can poison me? Go to hell. If you weren't a woman I'd beat the shit out of you." In fact he was still tempted to, who knows how many people she has killed? He stood up, half in a threatening manner and placed the cup back on the table before sitting back down on the bed. "Just get this over and done with." It was the waiting that was really killing him, how could he deal with knowing death could be around the corner, at least dying by a gun shot or something was somewhat normal. There was no telling what kind of drug she had tried to give him, maybe some weird one to be used in some orgy or some sick thing like that. This whole thing was like something out of hills have eyes, except it wasn't mutated hill billys but ordinary looking people. He'd have preferred the generic horror creatures, least you know what you get with them.

[dreamingflowers]

Katerina raised her brows when he emptied the cup infront of her. He at least had the decency to put it back on the table. When he started talking he only spat insults at her.
Fine be that way.
The brew started to spread across the concrete floor forming a small puddle.
She waited for him to calm down and get back to his bed. He didn't intimidate her at all. The bureau had probably "collected" him from his home without a single word of explanation. Any normal person would be angry and scared. It proved he was human. People like Jason who threathened her were nothing out of the ordinary. Back when she worked as a fortune teller a lot of her clients had the exact same reaction to her predictions. They couldn't handle the truth and only wanted to hear good news. That was they wanted to hear but it wasn't what they needed.
The cell probably freaked him out the most. For someone unfamiliar with the warding symbols and protective circles this place looked like something out of a horror movie. Judging from his reaction Joseph was clueless. She crossed her arms infront of her trying figure out what to do next. Surprisingly she felt bad for him. So far everyone she had met had some sort of horrible encounter with the supernatural. Even Kay who was a simple intern got taken in by the agency after a dark spirit murdered his foster parents. No one seemed to be able to escape the things that went bump in the night. Joseph probably had his own story.

She got out another satchet from her pocket and threw it at him. It contained some herbs and crystals along with some other special items.
"Catch.."
If he could hold onto it for the entire time they were be speaking she would reveil something of herself. She sat down in one of the chairs crossing one leg over the other.
"What happened to you?" she started keeping a close eye on him.

[kizubu]

What a total psycho bitch. How the hell did I have to end up like some fucking sacrifice?! Joseph kept his thoughts to himself as he simply eyed the woman up. She didn't seem to react to what he was doing, which meant she was probably used to her sacrifices acting out. Why he wasn't chained confused him a little, but he wasn't going to let anything take his mind off the fact that he had to get out of here somehow. His best bet of doing that was through her.

He caught the sachet and looked at it, like it was some freakish ritual thing. He threw it at the wall spilling some of the contents. "I got kidnapped you idiot! That's what happened. Now I swear to God if you don't let me out of here I am going to bust you up. So open the fucking door and let me out of this..." His eyes scanned the strange images before gulping a little, "whatever the hell this place is meant to be?!"

Suddenly Evan entered, smiling stirring some coffee. "Hey you two. How are you Joe?" He said smiling like it was some kind of usual meeting. Joe just retracted from this newcomer, "okay..?" He said thinking out loud, raising his hands in the air. "Good." Evan said with a smile, "no I am not okay?!" He screamed looking at the two of them, thinking that maybe it was orgy time or something. Evan looked to Kate confused, "you haven't told him?" He asked with a smile before chuckling. "What have you two been doing then?" The boss was a little confused at this, he was sure she would've told him, or said something at least. "Told me what?! What the hell is going on here?! What am I doing here?!" He screamed again, Evan gave a joking wince, "jeeze. Calm down kid. Making my ears ring." Evan motioned a hand for her to tell him.