Love Conquers Evil

"Let Me Go"

I whipped around with great speed as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

A woman with steel grey hair up in a tight bun stood there. Her pale skin was slightly wrinkled and her dark eyes were cold and hard, glaring at us.

"He must die!" She yelled.

She rushed forward and I shot a bullet at her. She tried to disappear, but the bullet hit her before she could.

"Ok, she'll only be gone for so long," I said.

"Who the hell was she?!" Rachel asked.

I looked at Sam.

"I have no idea," He said.

He took his phone and dialed Dean.

"Hey, there's another spirit," Sam said into the phone.

He was quiet for a second.

"I dunno, man, she appeared right after I got off the phone with you," He said. Another pause. "I don't know Dean."

I started pacing the room.

Who the hell could she be?

I went back and started thinking about the things the little boys were saying.

She makes us

She makes us kill

"Sam!" I said loudly.

He looked around, thinking the spirit was back.

"What?" He asked.

"She's the nanny!" I said.

"Nanny?" Rachel questioned.

I nodded quickly.

"I was reading over your shoulder," I explained. "The day the boys were kidnapped, they were being watched by their nanny."

I searched my brain for her name.

"Uhh, ummm, T-T-Taylor!" I yelled remembering. "Taylor Goodwell."

He opened his phone, recalling Dean.

"Taylor Goodwell," He said. "She's the nanny."

He hung up before Dean could say anything.

"I remember seeing she died from a heart attack," I said.

The room suddenly got cold once again.

"He must pay for what he did!" Taylor screeched.

I raised my gun, but she flicked her wrist, and my gun went flying out of my hand.

She did the same too Sam and Rachel.

"He killed my kids!" She screeched at us.

"Doesn't mean you kill them!" I yelled.

She turned her cold eyes on me.

She stomped towards me and pressed me against the wall.

Even though she wasn't touching me, my body felt like ice.

It felt as though she had her hand around my throat, squeezing slowly.

"Doesn't mean you make the kids kill for you," I choked.

"I did what I had too," She whispered.

She dropped me and stalked towards Teddy.

I coughed a few times and Sam crouched next to me.

"I'm fine," I whispered as I rubbed my chilled neck.

She picked the large man up by his throat.

"Let me go!" He bellowed.

"You tortured and killed my kids!" She yelled in his face.

Teddy's face was slowly turning red and blue from the cold.

I scrambled away from Sam and towards my gun which was all the way across the room.

Taylor took noticed and flicked her wrist, sending the guns to the ceiling where they stuck.

"They-they," Teddy tried speaking.

"No more talking for you!" She said before dragging a finger across his lips.

Suddenly, Teddy couldn't open his mouth anymore.

I started to panic, thinking he was going to die right in front of my face, and I couldn't do nothing about it.

Taylor then ran a finger down his arm, leaving a long deep scratch.

Teddy tried to scream, but couldn't.

Blood dripped down his arm as he squirmed around.

I looked frantically around the room for anything made of iron.

There was absolutely nothing. How does a hunter own a hotel and doesn't put things with iron in the rooms?!

Finally, the best thing ever happened: she went up in flames with a loud scream.