𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒
please be brave

ARIA STARED AT HER, eyes softening. "Lanie, please tell me what happened, it's very important," she begged, wanting to know for sure.

"Mom told me to go to Dad's medicine cabinet," the girl stated slowly, chewing on her bottom lip as tears welled up in her eyes. "She wanted me to take his sleeping pills, take all of his sleeping pills." She threw out her arm, full on crying now.

"She wanted you to kill yourself?" Aria asked in disbelief.

"Why would my Mom want me to do that?" She cried, her hands flying to her mouth.

"I don't know," the brunette told her honestly. Is this what 'Allison' would have wanted me to do? Kill myself?

"I mean, just so I could come to her?"

"What'd you say?" Sam looked up abruptly, his brown-hazel eyes wide.

"She wanted me to come to her."

"No, how'd she say it?"

"Come to me." Like a million times."

"Lanie. That's not your mother," Sam told her, deadpan, a look of horror washing over him.

"LISTEN TO ME. Don't answer the phone. Don't use the computer. Don't do anything unless we say to, all right?" Sam told Lanie as the trio started to walk down the stairs, but Lanie stopped and looked into a room. "Lanie?"

"Where's Simon?"

Aria startled, noticing the front door open. She jumped straight into action without thinking; running out of the road, into the road, grabbing Simon, and dicing to the other side of the road. The large truck that was about to hit the both of them, kept driving as if the driver didn't notice that he almost ran over a woman and a kid.

Aria sighed and pulled Simon closer to her body, hugging him tightly.

ARIA RAN UP to Stewie, holding a metal spike to the back of his neck, placing him in a headlock of some sort. His back was faxed to her as he struggled against her hold. She glanced to Sam who is her partner in crime right now, in attack mode, ready to help her if necessary.

"What the hell!" Stewie tried to shout, but choked on his words in fright.

"We know what you are," she told him angrily, grunting as her side started to throb. Damn it. That means the stitches were pulled... again.

"Wait, miss!"

"And we know how to kill you," Aria threatened.

"Please. Okay, wait, wait. If we're overcharging you for the call waiting or something, I...I can fix that. I am your friend!"

Aria loosened her grip on him, confused. She turned to Sam, but he wasn't there. Frowning deeply, she looked down to see him passed out. She bent down to check his pulse when something hit the back of her head harshly. She flung forwards, face hitting the concrete with a thud.

ARIA WOKE UP, groaning, tied to a chair. Ugh, it's just like Daggett. She pulled at the ropes but stopped as she felt fingers run along her neck, pushing her hair slightly before they disappeared.

Panicked, she whipped her head around frantically until she saw the manager standing in front of them — Sam and Stewie was also there, tied up — with a knife in hand. She narrowed her hazel eyes, fiddling with the rope, eyeing the man.

"You're not a killer Clark, no! There's a good man inside of you, I know it," Stewie pleaded, crying.

"What do you think, Sammy, Aria, am I a good man?" Clark questioned, a sickening grin on his face as he rose the knife and plunged it into Stewie's chest.

"No!" The tiny brunette's scream ripped through the dingy room, something dripping down from her forehead, onto her cheek, sliding all the way down to where it landed on her pants. Blood. She licked her chapped lips, eyes slightly blurry. No wonder why her head hurts.

Clark moved in front of Stewie's body. His mouth opened, revealing a blood red interior and razor sharp spikes. He crouches slightly, holds Stewie by both shoulders and unhinges his jaw, his mouth becoming impossibly wide. Placing his mouth close to Stewie's face he sucks in his energy. He stood up and wiped his mouth.

"My last call with Dean. That was you. You led us here," Sam realized and Aria sighed, lowering her head.

She was done being the damsel in distress. So this time around, she was planning on helping both Sam and her out of this situation, instead of the other way around.

"Some calls I make, some calls I take, but you have to admit, I had you fooled for a while. All that Edison phone crap." Clark laughed then turned to Aria, "And you." She looked up, sitting tall. "The whole thing about your sister?" She saw the way Sam looked at her abruptly. "How pathetic."

Aria spat, spit landing on his face. "Fuck off," she growled. Nobody, I mean, nobody uses my own family against me like that. He laughed and moved over to the telephone exchange cabinet. He placed his hands against the glass and leaned back in ecstasy.

"What are you doing?" Sam spat out, eyes narrowed.

"I'm killing your brother, her lover," he stated casually; Sam and Aria's eyes widened. Or maybe I'm killing another guy. We'll just have to see how it goes."

Damn it Dean! What have you gotten yourself into now?

Even though she was worried for him, Aria was also angry. He chose some 'if' over over Sam. Over her. He chose some possible solution that might not work out over his own flesh and blood and the girl he rescued.

Aria tilted her head at her thoughts, feelings bubbling around in her chest. She shook her head to herself to rid of the thoughts that occupied her mind and went back to untying herself.

Clark pulled the knife out of Stewie's chest, giving the duo a look.

"You know, mimicking Dean's one thing. But my Dad. That's a hell of a trick." Sam fired at him, glaring. "And Aria's sister..."

Even though she never really talks about her family, the brothers still know how it feels to lose people, so they know what she's going through.

"Well once I made you three as hunters, it was easy. I found Dean's number, then your numbers, then her sisters number, then your father's number. Then emails, voicemails, everything. You see, people think that stuff just gets erased, but it doesn't. You'd be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked."

"Dean's not going to fall for this. He's not going to kill that guy," Aria told him, sticking up for the man she knew she was falling for, and hard. And no matter how much she tries to swallow the feelings away, they just keep coming back and stronger each time. She keeps finding a way to forgive him, a new thing she loves about him, and his personality, it's just golden.

"Then the guy kills him." He grinned. "Technology." Clark stood over Aria menacingly. "Makes life so much easier. Used to be I'd hide in the woods for days, weeks, whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community, they all looked out for each other, I'd be lucky to eat one or two souls a year." He straddled her, making eher breath quicken.

She struggled with untying the ropes, feeling the rope burn and the blood dripping from her wrists.

"Now when I'm hungry, I simply make a phone call," He sneered, his face dangerously close to Aria's. "You're all so connected. But you've never been so alone." He unhinged his jaw and as his face got closer to hers, she ripped her hands free and pushed him off of her, jumping onto him and punching him in the face repeatedly.

She was thrown backwards as he kicked her off of him. She yelped loudly, back hitting something hard and solid. Pushing herself off of the floor with suppose from the wall, she groaned and grunted doing so. Suddenly, hands were wrapped around her throat. She struggled, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Out of nowhere, she fell to the floor, trying to catch her breath as she heard fighting in front of her.

And even though her vision was blurry and she was still gasping for air, she managed to to stand up again. Looking around for a solution; she gripped Stewie's keyboard, the thought of washing her hands later flew through her mind as she hit Clark in the head with the keyboard.

"I underestimated you, little girl."

Aria squinted her eyes in anger. "I might be small but I'm big," she retorted, doing a roundhouse kick to his chest, sending him backwards, a spike, one of many on a corkboard, jammed into the back of Clark's neck, killing him.

She breathed in deeply and fell to the floor, gasping for air as black dots starts forming in her vision. The last thing she saw was Sam running towards her.

ARIA GROANED, sitting up in a bed; looking around with frantic eyes until she saw Dean and Sam rushing towards her with worries eyes.

"Are you okay? How is your head? Do you have a headache? You need to get some rest."

All she heard was blah blah blah as she took a rag off of her head and looked around in confusion.

"What happened?" Aria touched her throat, wincing. Throat is sore, head is pounding, and her wrists were throbbing. She held out her hands, only to see dark purple rings around her wrists. Flexing her hands, she winced, hissing through her teeth at the pain that shot through her. She lightly robbed at her wrists and looked back up at her boys.

"You and Sam were kidnapped, again, and you saved Sam, the damsel in distress." Dean smirked and patted her on the shoulder, giving her a proud look. "Good job."

Aria looked into his eyes, feeling her insides melting and couldn't help but smile back.