My Little Supernatural: Demons are Evil Sons of Bitches

     "Hey, Blitz.. You and Storms having fun?" Firefly asked.

     She, her husband, and their two children, Storm and Lightning, were living in their two story home in Cloudsdale. It was about nine o'clock at night, and Firefly had just put Lightning to bed.

     "Heh, yeah," Blitz responded with a chuckle. "But little man here looks like he's gettin' tired." Stormy yawned and stretched a bit while he sat on the sofa next to his father, watching television.

     "I'm not sleepy!" He protested. "Maybe a little worn out..."

     "We'll, I'm gonna go check on your sister. Hopefully she's fallen asleep by now. You've got until the end of that episode before you have to go to bed too, m'kay?"

     The little colt groaned. "Yes, ma'am.."

     After the show had ended, and Storm was finally in bed and asleep, Blitz crawled into bed next to his wife. He looked behind him. "They won't hear," his wife assured him.

     "If you say so. I don't want them losing their innocence at such a young age."

     "You worry too much," Firefly teased.

     "Maybe so, " he said. "But you can never be too careful. "

     "Forget about it. Let's just do it... Let it happen.. You're always so stressed and worked up... Let me help you... Let me relieve you..."

     Firefly began kissing and nipping at Blitz's neck. He then put his hoof on her cheek. "Hold on," he said. "Let me get the scotch."

     He threw the covers off of him and got up.

     "Oh, I like your idea.." His wife called. She then decided to go and check on Lightning. She saw Blitz standing there, cradling the whimpering foal.

    He lifted his hoof to his lips. "Shh..."

    "Okay. I'll go get the booze.." She then trotted downstairs, where she saw he husband standing in the kitchen holding two empty glasses in his hooves and a bottle of scotch whiskey in his mouth.

     "Wht?" He said with a muffled voice.

     "Wait.." Firefly pondered. "If you're down here.. Then who's with Lightning?"

     Suddenly, her eyes widened. She then galloped upstairs. "Lightning!!!" She stormed into the room and saw that her daughter's crib was empty. "Where are you?!" She whipped around and saw a yellow-eyed... Thing... Holding her baby.

     "Let go of my daughter. Right now."

     "Sure," it said in a double voice. It grinned like a chessy cat, and set the infant back into the crib, Firefly still keeping her eyes on it.

     Blitz smelled burning. He couldn't put his hoof on it. But it smelled like wood and flesh. He saw smoke floating from under the stair case, and the smoke alarm started blaring. He galloped upstairs and froze when he looked up at the ceiling of his daughter's bedroom. There, was his wife, flames billowing from her back as blood dripped from her mouth and onto his face.

     "Oh shit!!" He flew over to his daughter and grabbed her, then dashed into his son's room and shook him awake. "Stormy, take your sister and get out of the house, NOW!"

     Stormy snapped up the moment he smelled smoke. He took his baby sister, who was wailing loudly by now, and flew out of the window and out onto the asphalt road, where several other neighbors wee gathering as fire trucks arrived. His father was following close behind. He began hugging his children.

      "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly.

     "I'm fine. I'm fine dad." Stormy looked up at his father. "Where's mom?"

      A tear strolled down his father's cheek as he slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry, Stormy. She's.." He choked on his words. "She's dead. I couldn't save her..."

     Stormy, despite how tough of a youth he was, began openly sobbing into his father's furry chest. His father stroked back his mane and whispered to him, "It's okay.. I know.. I know..."

     He then stood up. "But we've got work to do. I gave up my passion, and it was my worst mistake."

     "What are talking about, dad? What passion?"

     "There's something I didn't tell you, son. Before I married your mother... I was a Hunter."

     "Of what?"

     "The most evil sons of bitches you could ever think of. Ever."