A/N1: Hi there, I am a big fan of this show, however, I, until now, had no idea what to write for it. Then this idea popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it. This chapter is quite short, so I will post a second chapter straight after.
The woman looked up from digging the stump out as the sound of a car came closer. She saw a black Impala heading her way on the road that passed the paddock. Watching it as it came toward her, she called out to a man nearby.
"Steve, I have to go."
A couple of meters away the man named Steve looked at his partner then looked toward the car that held her attention. "Your friends?"
"Yeah." She never took her eyes off the car as it passed her. "I didn't know when they were arriving, only that they would be coming this way."
"Good luck, and thanks for your help these past few months, Mary." Steve watched as the woman put the pick down and collected her things. For the past couple of weeks, she had put her bag into the truck, never knowing when her friends were passing by. "If there is anything I can do, let me know." The two shook hands.
"Thanks, Steve." She turned to leave, then paused and said "Actually there is something."
"Anything." The guy said, only now his eyes had changed from green to pitch black.
Mary spun and plunged a blade into his heart. Orange-red light flashed and she heard sizzling as the demon within Steve died. "You can take the fact that I'm topside to your grave." She stepped back and pulled a knife with a bone handle and strange writing on it from his body. She blinked and her eyes changed from black to hazel. She quickly looked around in case anyone saw, but no one was in sight.
Wiping the blade on his pants, Mary rolled his body into a hole that they had dug to get to the roots of the stump. She poured salt and gasoline over his body then lit a book of matches and tossed them in. As the flames rose and black smoke lifted into the air, she headed toward the town that the road led to.