Damn, this is the first time I've ever written fan fiction for something other than anime. However, after finally getting to see Supernatural, I decided it would be kewl to write a story for it.

Please do not judge too harshly, I've attempted to keep this main character from becoming a Mary Sue, you know. If any of you reading feel she is becoming a Mary Sue, please inform me and I'll either find some way to resolve the problem, or I'll kill her. Sadly, as much as I'm growing to love this character the more I write about her, her death seems like the most obvious action for solving the Mary Sue problem.

Also, even though they're not making an appearance until later, I apologize if any characters are OOC. I've tried my best to keep everyone in character, but still I know that they will probably be seen as OOC by someone considering I've written out their personalities as I've seen in the show, and I wanted to apologize before I got someone pissed off at me.

I hope you enjoy the story.

BTW, I own nothing in this story but Erika. She's all. So don't sue me.

Though, if you did sue me, it's not like you'd get too much.

Prologue

Nine years ago

Gurnee, Illinois

"God, do you ever get out of the house?"

Erika looked up from the book she was reading to see her younger sister Justine standing in the doorway to her room. Erika shrugged and set her book down, being careful to keep her place. The book, another dreary book filled with sad poetry of troubled souls who sought to fight their conflicting emotions was by writing pages filled with meaningless attempts at trying to rhyme 'despair' and 'pain' in a way to make a coherent sentence, was lied upon a blood red bedspread. The bed spread did well to blend with the gothic interior of the room, the sort of decorating job an emo ridden vampire would have been proud of.

"I get out of the house about as much as you do. Tell me, what are you playing this time?" Erika asked in a monotone voice.

"Dragon Warrior, it's some new fantasy based online game. I'm one of the top scorers," Justine bragged. Erika smiled leaned back among the pillows of her bed.

"Figures, you finish those games in a matter of minutes," Erika said.

"Ha, you over estimate my abilities, but then again, that's why you're the best sister ever. Anyways, what time do you go to the party tonight?" asked Justine.

"Sicks," Erika said, but she froze and took a deep breath. "Sicks...secks......seicks... Dammit!" Erika yelled. Justing gave an awkward grin and stepped forward to intervene before Erika lost her temper with her inability to pronounce the word six.

"Hey, no problem, I get the drift, you're leaving at six. So, you want to come to my room and play a few rounds of street fighter or something?" asked Justine.

"Depends, will you go easy on me or just smite my ass into the ground again?" asked Erika.

Justine shrugged and gave a devilish grin. "Depends on how generous I am, or how much money's in your wallet," said Justine.

Erika got off her bed, a hard feat to do without her skirt flopping up around her waist, and strolled over to her door. She followed Justine out and down the stairs to Justine's room. If someone were to look at the two of them, they would appear a mismatched set of people. Justine wore an oversized hoodie labeled with some random game character and a witty catch phrase, and a baggy pair of blue jeans with a pair of oversized converse sneakers. Meanwhile, Erika was elegantly dressed in a long, deep burgundy blouse, a skirt that hung a little above knee length, and long noir stockings that went to mid thigh. Her bleached blonde hair was pulled into a simple bun with a set of three silver pins, engraved with birds and studded with diamonds, clipping it to the back of her head. Justine's deep brunette hair was in a messy pigtail with most of the hair sticking up and waving in the air like a bad wig.

In Justine's room, they played a few rounds of street fighter, all ending with the predictable outcome of Justine beating Erika's ass, and Justine telling Erika about the people she was fighting on the online game. She was just wrapping up one of her stories as six rolled around.

"So, then this guy...user name MisterX or something generic like that, gets all pissed I beat his high score, which was like 18293 or something. I tell the get, WOAH almost beat me there didn't you sis? Well, I told him, them's the ropes. He either beats my score, or I get the bragging privileges and he can't do anything. He starts getting all, 'I'm gonna get you, you're going to be sorry,' and I was like bring it, and then he stopped chatting. Man, it was hysterical, the guy was so mad," said Justine as they were finishing a round.

"What if the guy goes after you? If some psycho gaming freak comes by here-" Erika began.

"How's he going to find me? It's an ONLINE game, not like face to face game. All he can do is sit at his computer and," Justine paused to deliver a finishing blow to Erika's character, "and cry. Hell, I hope he tries to beat my score, that'll make it more fun. Besides, if he shows up here, then you know he'll be a big fat guy with thick glasses and acne all over his face, and really sweaty-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Erika said. She put her controller down and checked her watch.

"Time to go?" asked Justine. Erika nodded and went back up the stairs to her room, packed a few things, and then raced down the stairs. She looked into Justine's room quickly.

"You need anything?" asked Erika.

"Nope, I think I'll go online and start kicking geek boy's ass again. Have fun at your goth slumber party, do lot's of....gothy....things. Just don't sacrifice any goats or virgins," Justine said. Erika rolled her eyes.

"You know we don't do sacrifices for birthday parties, we save those for exam season. Got to make sure the gods are on our side to score a good grade in math after all," Erika joked. Justine giggled and waved her sister off. Erika raced down the stairs and out the door, barely giving herself enough time to pull on her large black combat boots. As Erika walked down the street, she smiled at the darkened sky.

"Man, I hope Mags, got some good horror movies, instead of more really bad slasher flicks," Erika muttered to herself.

Time passed and the house was undisturbed, until an elegantly dressed woman walked from the darkness and to the front door of the house. She knocked on the wood, fixed her hair, and waited. A few seconds later, she appeared to be nervous and rang the door bell. She heard someone yell a response and then the door opened to reveal Justine.

"Erika, wassup? That's a really short slumber party you went to..." Justine said.

'Erika' shrugged and smiled.

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling so well, so I decided to come home. Can we go inside now," said 'Erika'.

"Okay. What happened to your bag? Did you leave it at Heather's?" asked Justine. 'Erika' smiled and shrugged.

"I guess I did leave it at her house. Silly me...heh heh. So, can we go in now?" asked 'Erika'.

"Do you want me to get it for you?" Justine asked.

"No, I'll just go to her house in the morning and get it. So, can we go in now?" asked 'Erika'.

"Um...sure. Do you want me to make you anything?" asked Justine, standing aside. 'Erika' walked in and smiled at Justine.

"Um...yeah. Let's go to the kitchen," said 'Erika.' Justine walked into the kitchen and 'Erika' followed, momentarily looking into one of the video cameras stationed near the front door.

"So, should I make chicken noodle or something?" asked Justine. When she didn't get a response, she turned around to see 'Erika' playing with one of their father's cutlery set. In particular, she was lovingly caressing a large, shiny butcher knife.

"Um...Erika?" Justine asked.

"Sorry. Do you have any idea how long it took me to get that score?" asked 'Erika.' Justine blinked.

"What score? Are you okay...like do you need to lie down or something?" asked Justine.

"And then, when I've gotten one of the highest scores, I mean I was in third! Some little bitch comes along and steals it, and then she has the gull to pretend like it's not a big deal. My time, and all the effort I put in, was wasted for nothing but the condescending remarks of some stupid little cow," 'Erika said. She took the knife and faced Justine.

"Erika...what's going on?" Justine asked, backing away from 'Erika.' 'Erika' smiled and twirled the knife with practiced ease.

"Oh, I won't be that easy on you. You're about to have a very, very bad day," 'Erika' said softly.

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Erika blinked as her house came into sight from the backseat of her friend's car. two police cars were parked in front of the house, and police caution tape was wound around the front door. Without waiting for her friend to stop, Erika jumped out of the car and ran towards her house. She was intercepted on the front porch by a police officer.

"You can't go in there, they're still processing the scene," the man said. Erika looked up at him.

"What scene? What happened, I went to a friend's party last night. Is Justine okay, and dad, are they okay?" Erika asked quickly.

"Erika Saintclaire?" the police officer asked. Erika nodded.

"There was an incident last night, it's best if you come down to the station." said the officer.

"Incident? What do you mean? Are dad and Justine okay?" Erika cried.

"I'll explain at the station, come on," he said, pulling her off of the porch and into the back of a squad car.