Thread: Devil's Trap (Panda and Dogged)

The sun glowed orange behind the trees in the middle of the woods, shining brightly on the small cabin in ragged streaks. There was rapid movement inside the house. A female running back and forth frantically, seemingly checking the locks on all the doors and windows. If only a dead bolt would keep her problems at bay, she'd be all set. But she wasn't. A few more minutes of racing around gave way to an incredible stillness, not a sound coming from the shack. It didn't matter though, and she knew that. If any of them had followed, it would only be a matter of time. The night before, Elsa had kissed her parents good night, said good night to her older brother, and then tucked in her baby brother. She had gone upstairs, shut her door, and the proceeded to pack everything valuable she owned so she could leave in the night. See, she didn't grow up in a normal family, and she had known that her parents did something strange from a very young age. Her father would disappear for weeks at a time, and come back all bruised and scratched up. And from the time she started asking questions, they had told her the truth. Daddy fights monsters, and so does mommy. So, naturally, as she grew up, she got involved in it as well. But there was something else about her that no one knew, which was causing her problems at the moment. When she was fifteen, out of the blue she could hear voices. And at first, she thought she was crazy. I mean, who wouldn't? It wasn't constant, but it would come on strong. And at first, she couldn't understand it. It just sounded liked someone muttering underwater. But the more she focused on it, the more she listened, she could hear them talking. She didn't know who they were, but they were speaking of things that startled her. Things that made her nervous. And before long, a certain group of monsters got ahold, somehow, of what she could do, and they wanted her bad for it. It started with this guy who had been following her for weeks. She had known he was bad news, which is why she drew a devil's trap in front of her door, and her window. When the thing came inside, he was trapped, and she got to work getting rid of him. Being a hunter and all, demons came after you sometimes. It wasn't usually a big deal Most had bigger fish to fry and didn't really want to meddle with her. But this one had told her surprising news. They were coming for her, because they wanted to use her little gift. He shed light on who it was that was speaking, and after exorcising him and disposing of the dead man's body, sheer panic set in. She could hear angels. Real live angels, talking somewhere, and she could hear them. And while that in itself wasn't terrifying, the thought of demons coming for her and her family didn't sit well. And with them being hunters, she couldn't tell them what was going on. They'd want to help her fight them off, but she wasn't getting them killed. So she packed up and slipped out the window, walking down to the car she had parked in the woods before taking off quietly. Once she had gotten to the cabin, which was about ten hours drive away from her home, she started salting everything. Every doorway and windowsill. Every entrance to the room she was in. There was even a circle of it around her chair, making sure that nothing was going to get to her. However, in her haste and exhaustion, she didn't notice that because of the draft and the cracks in the flooring that the salt lines were no longer solid on many of the doorways. She was a sitting duck, and worse, she thought she was safe for the time being. At least the circle around her was intact. The blonde through herself back in her chair, running her hand through her short, choppy hair as her emerald eyes finally shut. SHe could relax for a minute, finally. She was enjoying the silence when, all of the sudden, the voices started again. Louder than ever. It made her world spin, and she fell out of her chair and onto the floor, her sneaker breaking the solid circle around her. She didn't even notice, though, because she had her eyes shut incredibly tightly and her hands clasped over her ears. She stayed like that for several moments as the speaking continued, the petite woman groaning softly in pain as she waited for it to end. Little did she know, that was the least of her worries right now.