Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Supernatural, not anything else I use, heck, I don't even own a car.

A.N.: So, this is my first fic, that I've actually posted anyway, and I'm not sure what I'm doing. Any help is recommended, but no flames please. Just so you know this particular chapter is kind of like the part of the show at the very beginning before Sam and Dean show up. Um… I think that's all you need to know. Mucho amour. Kbye.


Lycia Marsters was to preoccupied with keeping her boyfriend at bay to realize that they were being watched. Not that she would've seen them in the dark had she even an inkling someone was out there. They were basically invisible in the shadows except for the occasional ray of light that reflected off their coal black eyes.

"Kevin, I don't want to," Lycia said, pushing his hand away.

He sighed, "C'mon, Lycie."

He started twirling her hair on his finger.

"No, Kevin, and I thought I told you not to call me that."

"Lycia, I really thought you loved me."

"I do Kevin, really, but… didn't you watch that movie in health class? That chick was 16 and she got pregnant. I am 16. I don't want that."

"Baby, I don't want that either."

"Besides Kevin," she looked at her watch, "It's almost 10, Dad said I have to be home at 10:15, remember?"

"Then you better get walking."

"Excuse me?"

"There never was an excuse for you, now get out."

"Kevin! It's dark out there, and cold, and we're in the middle of the park."

"don't care. I'm serious, get out."

Lycia grabbed her purse and hopped into the night, slamming the door of the shabby looking Dodge behind her. Kevin sped off. Lycia waited for a minute, but when he didn't come back she started to walk down the little path to the main road.

She only made it about 30 feet before she decided to give in and call her parents. After searching for service for five or six minutes she found an area with four out of five bars. She dialed her dad's cell.

As the phone rang something grabbed her from behind. She pulled away, dropping her phone on the soft dirt of the trail.

Lycia scrambled across the ground, trying to get up. The figure lunged at her again. It grabbed her right ankle and pull her back.

Meanwhile, her father had answered the phone.

"Hey, Lycie-bear."

All he heard was one scream.

"Lycia!"

A thud.

"Marie, call 911 on the land line!"

A funny noise that sounded like some sort of liquid falling on to the speaker, and it wasn't raining.


AN: I know it's not much yet, but I'm working on it. Please review, but no flames por favor.