Supernatural Case File: Dylan Haley

Prologue:
My breath caught as I turned to see her eyes, the natural blue color given a grey glazed tint, her lips were a cold blue, but that's not what made my breath catch, she was moving as if she were a marionette, and her eyes trapped me in a numbing stare. All I could hear was my heart beat, as it pulsed through my ears. Her waist length platinum blonde hair seemed to float as she began to spin like a jewelry box ballerina. I was paralyzed staring at her. I wanted to scream, to run, do anything. It was impossible. The voices intruded into my mind. There's no point. Let them have you. A final surrender. No more fighting. No more pain, let him send you where you belong. Your deathbed.

 My lips dried from both fear, and desperation, after all I've seen I really shouldn't have been surprised. This. This was different. I turned to run my new pumps getting stuck in the mud, for a moment I tried to retrieve them but when I felt his hand slowly descending upon my shoulder I left them running for my life, for those hands of his would only take it away. This wasn't just a murderer, this was a serial killer, a monster, a freak of nature. I had gotten maybe five feet from him when I heard a noise than made my blood run cold, a cross between a screech and a scream that felt like it was gripping my heart and surfacing to my throat the only warmth left upon me was the hot tears cascading down my face. I shook in a fear so intense I could swear I'd never known true fear until this day, I turned to steal a glance to make sure this corpse was  far away enough for me to escape.

All I saw was the fog clouding above the cemetery stones, the moon highlighting where the stone was left. For a moment I took a deep breath. For a moment I thought I was free. The relief only to be interrupted by a sharp pain in the back of my skull. Then it went dark.

Chapter 1: May. 1967
I let in a deep breath, the little dim room smelt of cigarette smoke. There was two windows, and a bookshelf between them to my side. In front of my chair sat a wooden desk with a natural finish to it, it looked new, but was already covered in paper. Unfortunately for me, I was on the wrong side of said desk.

This was my boss's desk, Jillian Douglas, scariest woman you'll ever meet. Her office was an evergreen shade, and not a single photo of herself, children, or grandchildren was on her desk. At the age of fifty-two, she was tall with dark hair that held silver strands, which was usually in a pony tail. Her skin was dark with traces of freckles on her cheeks. If you thought I jumped during horror movies, or when there was a spider near by your wrong, but when Ms. Douglas walked in and the temperature dropped, I jumped.

She was gracefully, but quickly, walking in. I was amazed She somehow never slammed the door on her way in, it was a light door, and happened to most people. Jillian sat in her computer chair behind the desk and gently sorted through the paper with her long thin fingers. Then when she'd gotten all sorted she fixed me a cold stare. She had light wrinkles at the ends of her round eyes, and at the edges of her full berry colored lips. I sat up straighter. "You wanted to see me Ms. Douglas?" she nodded briefly "I have an opportunity for you" I suck my breath in.

I worked in a newspaper office, I'd always wanted to be a journalist, this seemed like the best way to get experience. Mind you, I wasn't a journalist yet, I'm just what you would call an intern, but anything I could learn would help, right? Ms. Douglas pursed her lips in thought for a moment then slid one of the papers on her desk to me.

My eyes widened as I read the top of the page. This wasn't just an opportunity, this was a story. " Murderers in Haildun Point" it read in bold print. "Well? Are you going to take it, or not?" Douglas asked, my head nodded wildly as excitement rushed through me, this was my chance, I might get to be an actual journalist now! I felt like I could fly. I had to refrain from jumping up and down "yes, Ms. Douglas" I heard my voice quietly push out.

That's where I was 14 hours ago. Now I'm standing in the middle of a town on the east coast called Haildun. It was covered in thick fog as the sun crept it's way to the sky slowly warming this place. This town was known for it's mining more than its fishing, there were no natural beaches, just one man made, and no place to set up a fishing business.

The houses here had been obviously affected by the fog that crawled of the water most nights, the wood seemed warn on most of them and it was obvious which were newer.

The people here seemed quiet, and suspicious of me. A new face suddenly popping into town... I'd be curious too. Walking down Haildun point's main street was just like walking through any other small town, there was a old fashioned restaurant, a run down-probably well used bar, and a town hall beyond the multiple miscellaneous shops set up. The title to this story seemed pretty great, but I was beginning to think Ms. Douglas was just trying to get me out of her hair, I sighed.

I stood just inside the old police hall with the older woman at the counter giving me the evil eye, her silver hair tied into a bun, and her thin framed glasses sliding down her nose discreetly as her eyes burned a hole through me. I obviously wasn't welcome, but I brought out my most dazzling smile and walked toward her.

"Hi" I said gently as I walked up to her "I'm Dylan Haley, and I'm here for the Midway paper" the receptionist snorted and shook her head "we don't need any damn journalists or photographers here, take a hike Betty Boop". I couldn't believe it, she wasn't just giving me trouble, she was being straight out rude, her gaze hardened further when she realized I hadn't run for the hills just yet.

A warm laugh came out of a nearby office as two officers walked out joking back and forth about something. The moment they made to the desk they both stopped to stare at me as if I was a rare creature. The older officer with wrinkles from smiling looked back and forth between me and the receptionist. It wasn't long before he laughed again, "you bugging more visitors Barbara? " the younger officer let out a low laugh now and looked at me closer  "surprised your still here" he lifted a thumb to point at Barbara "this ones a genius in verbal torture".

Barbara shifted in her seat and looked at the older officer for a moment, a small smile forming on her lips unintentionally "Can't help what I do best, hon." I looked between them, they were close enough in age to be a couple, they both looked to be in their early fifties. I glanced at the younger officer again only to realize that he'd started to look at me like I was a piece of meat. No thanks. I walked out figuring if anyone was going to give me answers it would probably be after a couple drinks at the bar.

I made it halfway to the bar when I noticed footsteps behind me, looking back I saw the young officer walking back a bit out of uniform and instead in beige dress pants with a navy dress shirt exposing a white undershirt that was tucked in. I stopped. He kept walking towards me. "You gonna tell me why your following me?"  I said when he caught up, he stopped, looked at me, and laughed again. "Lady, in this town there's only one bar, and I just got off my shift. You're going because you want info, I'm going because I want a drink, you may be kinda cute, but I ain't the stalking type." I blinked and let his words sink in, then I laughed too, just nervously and shook my head. It made sense.

We walked in to the bar to find it full, I guess most the people here appreciated a drink after work. No seats seemed available,  until a couple that looked to be in their thirties walked out leaving a table behind, we both walked over to it. When we sat down I ordered a beer, and he ordered a plate of fries and a couple shots with a beer. He looked down at me when the waitress left, "so whats your name?" I frowned then looked up " Dylan" he smiled "haven't heard of you" I laughed at that "that's cause this is my first story" he nodded "what's yours?" He started fidgeting with his napkin "the names Skylar, Skylar King"

When I looked at him now I noticed he looked different without uniform, and in the lighting, he actually was quite handsome, brown hair with a red shine of highlights, tanned skin, lush lips, and a dash of freckles across his cheeks complementing his baby blue eyes. He smiled when he noticed I was staring, revealing mostly straight white teeth. "See something you like, beautiful?" I turned my head flustered, I didn't come here for this, I came here for answers, not to ogle the responsible, handsome, and warm small town guys, especially those who looked as if their hair would feel like silk if I ran my fingers through it..... I shook my head.

"I've gotta go and ask some questions" I said standing up with my drink in hand. His smile faltered "don't wanna ask me any?" I sighed "I would... but" but what? Your hotness is distracting?  He was biting his cheek now "your a cop your answers would be filtered" I said quickly hoping he didn't notice my pause he looked up and smiled again "alright" he said. I sighed in relief and walked to the counter, what was wrong with me? I hadn't drank anything yet, and I was never that attracted to a man, no matter how handsome or understanding.

I sat down at the bar next to a man in his late fifties wearing a long dark grey duster and a matching cowboy hat. He was drinking straight whiskey and smelled like he spent too much time drinking it too. He cast me a glance "what you want, girl, I just wanna enjoy my drink here, I ain't lookin' fer no whore"  he said in low grumble "well then, it's a good thing I'm not one, I'm digging for information, nothing else" I stared at him quietly.  It took a moment but he turned to me  "what do ya wanna know kid?" He eyed me curiously and cautiously at the same time, I was new here, I could use that.

"Well I heard there were some deaths here not long ago, you know anything" I said quietly,  making my body language casual rather then letting those around us know I'd asked a serious question. The old man nodded solemnly "there was, a young woman and two young men" I looked at him closer "any names?" The man looked at me for a moment before answering.
"Gilda Cinders, 17, Jacob Ganeil, 16, and Chace Winters, 17"
"Thanks"
"you talking about those murders?" A light female voice sang in.

I looked up to see a woman with platinum blonde hair smiling down at me. Her blue eyes sparkled as if she couldn't wait to trap the new girl and tell me every detail of her life. Great, a motor mouth, she'd probably tell me exactly what I wanted to know. If I got a word in. She opened her mouth to start, but I cut her off .

"Did you know any of them personally?" 

"Well no, but I have run into them in town a few times, and could I just say-" she started to continue on but I stood up "do you know anyone that knew them?" The woman bristled and the old man next to me chuckled.

She stomped off surprisingly quickly considering her stiletto heels that were now in my view. The old man looked up, meeting my eyes. "First time I've seen miss June back down, you scared 'er like one of them daddy long legs do. You've earned my respect miss....." "Haley, Dylan Haley" he offered his hand and I shook it. For a moment he squinted at me, then sighed, "Look miss Haley,  you look young, and I mean no offense when I say this, but, you best be leaving town, too many kids are gettin hurt round these parts, and I ain't wanna see a newbie like you bein' found in no ditch." My mouth opened ready to say something 'non-offensive' back to him, then closed it. He may be making me sound incapable of protecting myself but, what he meant to say was he didn't want to see me hurt. I nodded.  "I appreciate the concern, but, I'm here for a job, if I leave I'll lose my chance."  As I walked away I could swear I heard him muttering "better than your life".

Chapter 2 Little Kitty
I saw the small hotel sign as I walked out of the bar, it was right across the street. I looked around, it was dark, really dark, but out here in this small town the stars were definitely worth watching. It wasn't until I was halfway across the street that I noticed the cool breeze, spring nights, summer days, I should've worn my jacket.

The bells jingled as I walked into the door that had obviously been painted green on the small brick building. A young man, about 15 was sitting behind the check in counter. His green short hair spiked, he looked at me with his hazel eyes and lifted an eyebrow that had been pierced "you don't look too familiar, getting a room I presume?" I nodded wearily and stepped closer "how long?" He asked giving me a smile with surprisingly white teeth "a week" he nodded and passed me the key after I payed "room 5 down the hall."

Finding the room wasn't all that hard, each door looked artfully painted to have each number on it in a mosaic style. Turning on the room light and locking the door behind me I took my backpack off and emptied all my hygienic items from my purse to put them in the small bathroom that was decorated in mint green and a cream color in its tiles. The rest of the room wasn't so bad open concept with a tiny kitchenette, and a queen sized bed with navy blue covers setting off the oak bed frame.

I had to admit I'd been worried I'd be stuck in a tiny prison cell of a room, comparing it to such made it all the more beautiful. Which also made it that much easier to sleep (as in the moment my head it the pillow).

I opened my eyes when the sunlight started to rest on them, turning over to look at my alarm clock I held my pillow over my head with a moan. Not a morning person. (Even if it was already 10 a.m.) A sudden knock at the door startling me. "Dylan? You in there?" I sighed. Great. Skyler. Not who I wanted to see, why had I been so into him last night, remembering, he really wasn't all that attractive. I pulled my clothes on and walked into the bathroom to brush my hair. All I saw in the mirror was a twenty-two year old woman staring back with large tired grey eyes, her dark brown hair a mess from sleeping on it, and a white birthmark gently caressing her cheek and temple as if it'd been drawn there. I fixed myself up before walking to the door.

Skyler looked as if he was just about to walk away before I opened the door, but the moment I opened it he turned and smiled. I don't understand why I liked him so much last night, he had acne scars all over his face, his hair was a mess (definitely not in a sexy styled way) and he looked as if a bear stuck his head in its mouth then backed up and said 'nah, I like my lunch in my stomach'. I sighed.

"Yea?" I asked
"Wanna go grab a coffee? I can show you 'round town, I'll buy"

I was about to say no. He saw it coming. But all of a sudden I had the urge to go with him, hell, I wanted to marry this man. I looked at him dreamily keeping his eyes locked with mine. "That would be wonderful,  Skyler" I said as I reached for his hand and rested my head on his shoulder. He was so great, kind, handsome, and did I mention great? I love this man.

"No" I thought through the fog "somethings wrong here".... but who cares? There's only him, just him "no" I shook my head the best way to see through an illusion is to know it is an illusion. I heard myself take a deep breath, look him in the eyes, and say.... something. I didn't know the language,  but I knew the look on his face, a look I got so long ago- I just couldn't remember when. Hatred, fear, disgust, respect, all rushing through him. Then I saw them. Wings. They were attached to him, fluttering ever so slightly, his face suddenly seemed much more thin, his eyes large, black, and the very air around him glowed and shimmered.

I pushed myself back from him, an unearthly creature.
"What the hell are you?!!!!!" A smile grew on his pale lips revealing shark sharp teeth "so you broke it did you?" He taunted as if he were stocking a sort of prey. "What are you talking about?! Y-your a-a monster!"  He sighed "well that's rude, where you get off callin' us faire folk monsters?"  Faire folk? As in fairies? Nope, I'm nuts, that's it I'm having stress from the first day.

"You've seen through my glamor, my illusions, my appearance,  maybe now I best kill you"  my body shook desperate to understand, kill me? "Couldn't you think of something a little more original?" I said with a laugh surprising myself with my own confidence. This must be some stupid prank someone at the paper set up to ruin me before I could build myself up.

I listened to myself take a deep breath as he took a step closer to me, hearing only my heart beating in my ears. Beating even quicker when I noticed his blade catching the light in the room. A knife. He threw his weight towards me, but I was faster. I jumped out of the way, only to feel his cold hands holding my arms with an iron grip, his head moving closer to my ear. I was struggling but it was no use, time began to slow around me as something within me broke free. I felt my body go from the chilling cold from death to a warmth I'd never known. Something had been released, a power I'd never seen.

As I looked up all I saw was red. My throat had been cut, the blood being proof of it, yet the wound was gone. Rage engulfed me. It wasn't long before I heard a whimper. Turning I noticed Skyler -If that was his real name- pinned to the wall by.... nothing. Every part of me begging to cause him blood shed, But as his eyes looked up into mine I had one realization. I was the monster now. "Wha-what are...you?" he whimpered rather ironically. I feel back, and he hit the floor holding himself from the floor staring at me with those fearful eyes, "I-I thought you were..... I thought you were a witch....but... your too powerful" I was shaking again holding myself closer to escape the chills as he pulled himself towards me to study me.