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Beautiful Disaster chapter 4

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The next Saturday, I went over to Kylie’s house to spend the night. Kylie’s parents were out of town on a short trip to honor their anniversary, and they wouldn’t be back until dinnertime on Sunday. Kylie wasn’t thrilled about the idea of being left alone for the weekend, so she invited me over to keep her company. Earlier in the day, we walked downtown to our favorite street, which was lined with a bunch of small stores where we often went shopping. After checking out a few clothing stores and a music store, we headed over to a coffee shop.

When we got back to Kylie’s house, we did normal things that were expected of teenagers when parents weren’t around. We cranked up the radio and screamed the lyrics to our favorite songs throughout the entire house, raided the fridge for food, and basically made a mess of the place. At one o’clock, we attempted to prank phone call Dad and Sam. They didn’t answer (which totally ruined it), so we left a message that included some classic horror movie lines in disguised voices, even though we knew they’d figure it out.

Around seven o’clock, Kylie ordered a pizza and we ate it while watching movies and gossiping about people we couldn’t stand at our school. She did bring up the story about the ‘fight’ between Brittany and I, asking if it was true. I, of course, denied it, not wanting to tell her about my newly discovered abilities. I wasn’t too fond of them just yet.

She did bring up Oliver, briefly. She advised me to move on and forget about him. Easier said than done. How could I when he was constantly on my mind? I mean, I don’t understand why someone so cute could end up beating me into a bloody pulp. Oliver seemed like a sweet guy (despite his odd behavior lately); so what would make him turn like that?

"Can we try out your Ouija board?" Kylie asked, disrupting my thoughts. I nodded and dug through my bag, pulling out the rectangular box. I lifted the top off the box and spread the board onto the hardwood floor in the living room where we were sitting. I set the pointer in the middle.

"You have to keep an open mind at all times, or it won’t work at all," I instructed. "I don’t think that’s a real problem here, but just clear your mind. We don’t want to summon an angry or violent spirit." Both of us placed two fingers on the pointer.

"All right. If there’s a spirit that would like to communicate with us, please do so." Kylie said aloud. The pointer began to move; Kylie and I stared at each other out of surprise. We watched as it slid across the board, stopping at the letter B, then the letter E. It continued to move, stopping at W next, then an A, R, and finally, another E.

BEWARE.

"Ha, ha. Very funny. Damn spirit is trying to freak us out." Kylie said.

"Beware of what?" I asked. The pointer began to spell out more words, but not a full sentence.

FIRE was next.

The pointer then spelled out another word, DEATH.

"Okay, this is a little too creepy..." Kylie shuddered.

"Can you tell us your name?" I asked. The pointer formed a four-letter name.

JOHN

I immediately paused. The spirit’s name was John, which also happened to be the name of my grandpa. Could it actually be him?

"Are…Are you John Winchester?" I waited a tense moment for a reply. The pointer hit YES, and I nearly fainted. My Grandpa’s spirit was in the room with us. Odd way of meeting him, don’t ya think?

"Alyx, are we talking to a relative of yours?" Kylie asked.

"My grandpa," I smiled. "Grandpa John, can you try to give me more details? What exactly are you warning us about?" We watched as the pointer spelled out a word.

DEMON

YELLOW EYES followed.

"What’s he talking about?" Kylie asked. I forgot we hadn’t mentioned the demon thing to her when we were explaining the family business. I didn’t have time to explain now. Instead, I ignored her and asked another question.

"Is the Demon close?" The pointer hit YES. "How close?" I was kind of afraid of his next answer.

TONIGHT

My heart practically skipped a beat. The Demon was going to strike tonight. I didn’t want to ask whom he was going to go after. I already had a bad theory.

"Thank you, Grandpa John. You can go now if you want," I told him. "Bye." The pointer moved again. BE CAREFUL he said.

"Well, that was weird," Kylie said, pulling her fingers from the pointer rather quickly. She started to put the Ouija board away. "Let’s watch a movie and forget about it, shall we?" Kylie was obviously a little spooked by our encounter. But she didn’t even know the half of it.

"You don’t understand," I said. "This is…really, really bad." I ran a hand through my hair nervously and stood up. I went to the window, and pulled back the curtain, to see that it was pouring rain outside and extremely windy. There was no way that we were walking a mile in that. I grabbed the house phone and put it to my ear, only to discover that it was dead.

I dug my cell phone out of my pocket. My battery was dead, and I didn’t have the charger with me. Today of all freaking days. Kylie’s cell phone, I knew, had run out of minutes yesterday. So, at that point, we were totally screwed.

"Alyx, what is going on?" My best friend asked, hands on her hips.

"Uh…I don’t have time to explain." I answered, pacing back and forth, trying to come up with a plan. I knew how to repel regular demons, but according to my dad and uncle, the usual tricks didn’t work on the yellow-eyed demon. I had to do something, though.

I went into the kitchen, and began to go through every possible cupboard, searching for salt. I found two large containers of it and hoped it would be enough. I handed one over to Kylie, who was kind of pissed and confused at the same time.

"Take this and put the salt in front of all the windows and doors in the house." I instructed. Kylie gave me this dirty look, then left to go do what she was told. While Kylie was covering downstairs, I went upstairs. Luckily, we had just enough salt to take care of the entire house. When I got back downstairs, Kylie was sitting on the couch with her arms folded across her chest.

"Alyxandria, I would like it very much if you would please explain to me what the hell is going on." she said firmly.

"Umm…well, there’s this demon—"

"A demon?" she asked, with a laugh.

"I thought you weren’t a skeptic." I stated, arching an eyebrow.

"I’m not, usually. I mean, I believe in ghosts and all that, but a demon…I don’t know…"

"Okay, well, just trust me on this one," I said. "There’s a demon coming after us tonight." I didn’t want to scare her even more by saying that I thought it was coming to kill her…"Well, that’s great," Kylie replied. "Couldn’t we get your dad and uncle?"

"We have no way of reaching them."

"We’re screwed, aren’t we?" Kylie asked, as if reading my mind.

"Basically." Kylie’s face turned as white as a sheet; an expression of pure terror plastered on her features. The seriousness of the situation had finally hit her. She started to crack her knuckles—a nervous habit of hers that drove me nuts.

"What are we going to do now?" she asked.

"I don’t know," I said, realizing that Kylie was fully depending on me to get us out of this mess. I was the one with all of the knowledge, but this time I had no clue as to what I was up against. Dad and Sammy had told me about the yellow-eyed demon, of course, but never actually confronted it or anything. I hadn’t exactly planned to…until now, that is. I didn’t really have a choice this time. "I don’t know." I repeated. Some freaking hunter I am.

"You don’t know?" Kylie asked, irritated. "One of us is just going to bite the dust then? Is that it?"

"No!" I yelled back, wishing she wouldn’t be so panicky. She was beginning to make me nervous, and that was the last thing I needed. "No one is dying tonight." It was Kylie that I was worried about, though, since I was the one with the healing abilities and whatnot. Technically, that meant that I couldn’t die…I think.

So, the two of us waited in the center of the living room for whatever doom was going to come. Kylie had created a barricade of pillows, blankets, and even a few pieces of furniture around us. It was her idea, not mine. I told her it wouldn’t do any good, but she wouldn’t listen. She was currently buried in a blanket, clutching the biggest, sharpest kitchen knife that she could find, glancing at her watch every two minutes. I had also informed her that the knife wouldn’t be a sufficient defense against a demon, but what do I know anyway? I’m just a hunter.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Eleven-thirty." Kylie responded miserably, trying to stifle a yawn, and failing.

"Get some sleep," I suggested, "I’ll stay awake and get you up if anything happens."

"Nah," she said. "I wouldn’t be able to sleep even if I tried." There was a short period of silence before she spoke again. "Hey, Alyx?"

"Yeah?"

"If we get out of this alive, I swear I won’t touch your Pop Tarts ever again."

I couldn’t help but laugh.
chapter four of my Supernatural Fan Fic
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