Darkness Ch. 1

Darkness is the sequel to Wild Angel, it is a collaboartion with Angie (Roguefire28 from JAF Forum)... it combines her stories (Frozen, Heat, and Intensity) with Wild Angel and takes place where Wild Angel left off... enjoy.

Sarah’s 2003 flame red firebird roared down the empty highway at a speed that threatened to break the sound barrier. She cared little for highway patrols; if they attempted to pull her over she wouldn’t hesitate to start a high speed chase that would make the news. Sarah had taken her car to a specialist in the underground market and had her engine worked on, the governor removed, and every other trick in the book that made her car as fast and aerodynamic as possible. Already she was reaching 150 mph and climbing.

Three months ago she had retreated to her family’s log cabin in the mountains to get away from the world in which she lived. Her sister had died at the hands of a demon, just like all the rest of her family, and in order to deal she had to run away. She had spent the months alone, living out her life in solitude and contemplating her life decisions. At long last she had come to terms with what had happened. Sam had proposed to her, her sister had died, and the boys had gone off on another hunt after the demon that killed their mother. The last phone call she had received from Sam had been three days ago and she hadn’t heard a word since.

Then the vision had come. She had seen a semi-truck smash into the passenger side of the Impala in the middle of the night. Following the road signs she had seen in her vision she had immediately left to find the highway that would potentially take her lover’s life. She had already lost everything in the world that had meant anything to her and she wasn’t going to lose her fiancé. She floored the gas all the way down to the floorboard and thought back on Alex.

Two months ago the doctor from the hospital that had proclaimed Alex dead had called to say that her body had never been recovered. The doctor had reason to believe that she had accidentally been cremated due to a slip up in the computer records. Sarah had resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to bury Alex next to the rest of her family and had instead just had a tombstone placed in the family plot bearing her name and an epitaph that read “An angel among demons and a hero among men”.

Sarah struggled with the pain that still resided in her heart and drove onward before spotting a set of headlights shining into the road in the distance. They were stationary and Sarah began to slow the car down to a more acceptable stopping speed. Her breath caught in her throat as she came upon the scene her vision had forewarned her about. She slammed her foot down on the brake and the car reacted by swinging around to face the accident scene, her headlights illuminating what enfolded before her. She jumped out of the car as a second set of headlights appeared coming over the hill at a break neck speed as well. Sarah turned her attention back to the Impala and its four passengers. The semi truck’s front end was lodged into the passenger side of the Impala and there was no hope of getting it out herself. Smoke plumed from the engine into the night sky and the radio in the semi truck blared loudly a horrendously happy song. Sarah made out Dean’s face pressed against the glass and saw the blood that stained the window where his head touched. Sam was unconscious in the driver’s seat and his father next to him, both bloodied and cut from the accident.

Sarah turned sharply as an engine louder than her own roared to a stop and a figure stepped out of a black with white racing stripes 2003 Mustang SS. The glare of all of the headlights prevented her from making out the driver but whoever it was walked with confidence as they approached Sarah.

Sarah’s breath caught sharply and for a moment she forgot to breathe as the figure was revealed. “Alex?” she whispered.

Her sister was among the living for whatever reasons that Sarah didn’t even begin to guess at. Alex was dressed from head to toe in black leather and her boots sported three inch heels that made her look taller and more imposing. There was a new scar that cut through the middle of her left eyebrow and her eyes were the customary onyx black that signified her demonic half was in charge. The scar from the gunshot wound was faint but noticeable on her abdomen where the flesh was revealed by the corset-like black leather top she was wearing. On her hands were bicycling gloves, the kind that were cut off at the fingers, and her hair was braided back away from her face with black and red leather strips braided through the hair.

Emily slowly began to hear the muffled sound of a car radio. The sounds came back into focus. The young girl tried to move but found it too difficult. Her head throbbed and she couldn't move her legs. It took a while but with enough effort Emily managed to open her eyes. She turned her head to the side and saw Dean on the seat next to her. His body was beaten and bloody. It tore her heart apart to see him like that. Dean was a fighter and now Emily saw him and he was broken. She forced herself to sit up slowly, looking at the sight around her. Emily was still unable to move her legs. She looked over and saw John in the seat in front of her, his head against the window and Sam next to him. She had blood along her face from the small cut on her forehead.

Emily looked down at Dean once more then she noticed a light out the window. She managed to make out two figures, women. Emily watched them in silence, afraid to move. She looked in the one woman's eyes and was terrified to find them dark and cold, as the demon that might have taken her family away from her again. There was something different though. It wasn't much; just enough to not scare her the way the demon that inhabited John scared her. She didn't have that sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Still this girl seemed dark, cold. She watched the two for a moment. Emily sat against the remains of the backseat. She wished she could sit in her safe position, hugging her knees to her chest but she couldn't move her legs. Emily looked down at the floor and saw blood flowing down her legs. They were most likely broken.

She looked up quickly when she saw one woman point in her direction. Her heart stopped and her breath caught in her throat. She wondered if they saw her. What would they do if they did? There wasn't much Emily could do. She was too weak to do anything with her mind and she couldn't move. Emily was trapped in the car unable to get away. She wasn't worried about her safety though as she looked at the woman with onyx colored eyes. She was more worried about Dean's safety. She looked down at his lifeless form then back up at the women.

“It can’t be . . .,” Sarah stammered, for a moment completely forgetting the car crash. “You’re dead!”

Alex looked in her direction sharply and all Sarah saw there was the anger and darkness of a full-blooded demon. Sarah took a step backward, away from her volatile and powerful sister. Alex cocked her head and stared hard at Sarah for a moment, as if struggling with something inside herself that Sarah couldn’t see. Sarah wanted to run to her and hug her but something held her back. An instinctive feeling that while her older sister was miraculously alive there was something very wrong.
“Who the hell are you?” Alex demanded.
Sarah was stunned. It was worse than she thought. Alex didn’t remember anything from before the gunshot wound and it would seem that she was no longer even remotely human.

“I’m . . . .I’m your sister,” Sarah stammered.

“I’m not here for you,” Alex told her sharply. She pointed at the smoking Impala and Sarah belatedly realized how much precious time she had wasted. “I’m here for him.”
Sarah followed her finger to where it lay pointing at Dean.