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Crossroads

Don't Be Surprised When Things Aren't What They Seem

Santa Fe, New Mexico

Turn down the right alley in Santa Fe, and you can find anything...



The moon was high in the sky as I stepped inside the video store that served as a front and concealed the entrance to the Midnight Club. With the rise of digital media, we all knew how close to extinction these places were becoming. I strolled up to the front counter, where stood a boy who couldn't be older than 21, wearing a heavily studded denim vest. He had a bright green mohawk and tattoos covered every inch of his exposed arms. He looked up as I approached him.

"I'm looking for The House on Skull Mountain." I said, placing my hands on the counter.
The kid's eyes widened as he recognized the code phrase. "I-I think that's in the back." he replied, his voice trembling nervously. "C-come on through."

He opened a door to the right of the front counter and I followed him downstairs into the basement, to another, much heavier-looking door. The boy knocked thrice and swallowed hard, the fear never leaving his eyes as he stood beside me. The door opened, and a tall, muscular man in what appeared to be a bondage harness stood behind it. The dull tune of Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" could be heard from an unknown source beyond.

"This is where I get off." said the kid, scurrying away up the stairs.
"And who are you?" the man asked.
"Eli Hellwin." I introduced myself, deciding to stick with the name I had previously used.
"That is a false name." the man replied, his eyes glowing bright blue as he surveyed me. "I am Clairvoyant, Sir, nothing gets past me."
"I'm trying to make a point of hiding my true identity." I admitted. "But I'm looking for a Mr. Midnite."
"I sense this is true, and while I see something unnatural in your aura, it appears otherwise sincere." he stood to the side and gestured beyond him. "You will find Midnite's office at the very back, beyond the bar."
"Thank you." I nodded, and made my way inside.



The music grew louder as I emerged into the heavily scarlet nightclub and I tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone as I made my way to the back of the room. There was no doubt that I was the only mortal in this club - a mere carrot being dangled in the faces of Cambions, Vampires, Werewolves, and other creatures of the night. Fortunately for me, whilst inside the club, neither species, mortal or supernatural, could harm one another.



Midnite's office wasn't much different to the rest of the club, with the same eerie scarlet glow and victorian-era decor. The man himself sat in a couch beside a window whose view only showed the underground tunnels of Santa Fe. The glass was slightly tinted, and very likely one-way.



"Mr. Midnite?"
"Papa Midnite." he corrected me, in a thick Jamaican accent.
"Sorry."
"No apology necessary." he replied, puffing on his cigar and motioning to the chair beside him. "Please, sit."
"I'm looking for someone, and I was told you may have some knowledge of her wherebouts?"
"Be more specific."
"Cassiopia Whyre; I was informed that you'd offered her a job?" I elaborated.
"Correct." he confirmed. "A few weeks ago; some children who were obviously not very bright decided it'd be a good idea to mess around with a Ouija board, trying to contact some dead relatives, and one of the sorry souls wound up possessed by a Demon. I sent Cassie out there to perform an exorcism, but she never returned."
"And you didn't send someone to find her?"
"I would have." Midnite replied, blowing out another thick cloud of smoke. "But her presence is undetectable, I could not find her by scrying."
"Do you have an address?" I asked. "Perhaps I could offer some assistance?"
"How?" Midnite's tone took on an air of doubt. "You think you are some sort of Demon-hunter?"
"Sort-of." I shrugged.
Midnite threw his head back as he burst out laughing. "I sense not a hint of experience in you."
"So I'm a little new to the job, whatever." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Fool." he replied, and just as quickly as he had burst into laughter, did his expression become serious. "Get out of my office."

I sighed, admitting defeat as I rose from the chair and left the room. He was right; I had no experience, and he clearly wasn't going to point me in the right direction. As I made my way back through the club, my eyes met with a brunette sitting alone in the corner of the room. No strange, glowing pupils and a warm skin tone told me she was human. I looked away and left the club, making my way back upstairs and out into the streets.

"You." a voice sounded from behind me.
I sighed, popping a cigarette into my mouth as I turned to face her. "What?"
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Why do you ask?" I replied, lighting my smoke.
"I know the look of a Hunter anywhere."
"Eli Hellwin." I said, taking a drag. "You?"
"Roxanne Matthews." she nodded. "Why were you talking to Papa Midnite?"
"I'm looking for someone."
"The Witch that went missing a few weeks ago?"
"How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess." she said. "But back off, that's my case."
"We can't share?" I chuckled, taking another drag.
"I don't work with others." she scowled.
"You can't make an exception just this once?" I smirked.
She opened her mouth to reply, but remained silent as the street lamp above us suddenly flickered out.
"Someone call the maintenance guy."
"Crap, please don't be what I think-" Roxanne fell silent once more as more street lamps flickered out, one by one.
"Aren't they supposed to change the bulbs in those things regularly?"
"It's not the bulb, jackass." she snapped, glancing across the street to a shop with a glowing Mother Mary in the window. "C'mon." she urged, grabbing my hand and dragging me toward it as our surroundings gradually darkened.
"Whoa, Sister, little too soon to be holding hands don't you think?"
"This is no time to be a smart ass." she hissed. "Just stay close to me."
The atmosphere suddenly became eerily still, not a sound but the rustling of... "Wings?"
"Likely." Roxanne replied. "Maybe talons."
"Talons?"
"Shut your eyes." she ordered.
"Why?"
"Suit yourself."

And suddenly, we were plunged into complete darkness. A strange growling sounded nearby and I heard a shot get fired, illuminating a horrific creature hovering in midair. Its bat-like wings flapped as it snarled at us, baring razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes and the top half of its head were missing, the skull hollow and devoid of a brain.



I looked to my right to see Roxanne holding a small pistol, and watched in amazement as the fireball it had emitted penetrated the creature, causing it to burst into flames. She fired several more shots, and the rest of the creatures turned to ash, disappearing into the air.



"What, the hell, was that?" I panted as the street lights flickered back on.
"Seplavite Demons." Roxanne informed me.
"I thought Demons only possessed people?"
"They're supposed to." she frowned. "Seplavites are scavengers, but they usually stay in Hell."
"So what the hell, no pun intended, are they doing here?"
"I don't know." she shook her head. "But they weren't after me, that's for sure."
"That gun of yours-"
"It's a sacred weapon used to banish the damned, with Holy Fire." the golden pistol - which vaguely resembled a flare gun - gleamed under the street lamps as she showed it to me, her finger tracing the engravings laid into it. "See these symbols? They're Enochian, the language of the Angels."
"Wait, so Angels exist, too?"
"You clearly have a lot to learn." she said, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, let me buy you a drink."

Notes

Yayyy, enter Roxanne!! My OC hunter character. Her personality is basically a blend of myself and Claire Novak in Supernatural. I just wanted a real stubborn, tough-as-nails Hunter chick who could teach our dear, clueless Noob Demon-Hunter Brian how things work. - And I'm actually planning on Cosplaying her at some point, that's how fucking invested I am in this goddamn story.

Also, lil cameo from Papa Midnite of the Hellblazer universe!!

That's all for now,
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Comments

@shortygirl
I'm going to my 2nd one in June, gonna meet Misha, Richard Speight and Matt Cohen
And maybe get my Hunter's Journal signed by Jim Beaver ^_^

I wanted to do the photo op so bad but I was paying for two people at the convention. The conventions are so much fun.

its about time Brian gets in the hunters dress code. Plaid and flannel all the way.

shortygirl shortygirl
2/9/18

@M Shadows;
If you ever have a chance to go to a Supernatural convention, I highly encourage it! They're absolutely wonderful, I was almost in tears of happiness the entire time.
And I'm so glad you enjoy this story so much. ^_^

It sounds like you had a lot of fun! Man I want to go to a supernatural con! Ugh!!! Plus I lov d this chapter and can’t wait to read more! The picture of Brian is a really good one and since reading this I could picture him in the show! I’m so glad I found this story!

M Shadows; M Shadows;
1/18/18

@dropsofpain1
AHH! Thank you so much for commenting!!