A/N: This is the prologue to a multi-chapter fanfic I'm writing. It involves two original characters that become involved with the Winchesters.

Please review! I'll need the motivation to continue writing.

A cool night breeze chilled Alice's shoulders. She shivered in her strapless party dress, hugging herself to generate some warmth. Her eyes glanced down at the glowing screen of her phone, alerting her to the time. It was way past her curfew. 'I'm eighteen! Why do I even need a curfew?' She thought to herself, agitated. Her father was being completely unreasonable about the situation in her opinion. He had been completely opposed to the idea of her going to this party, but she was old enough to look after herself.

She continued down the sidewalk, her heels clicking in time with her stride. Small clouds drifted across the starry sky, making the night seem crisp and clear. A night for magical things to happen- a great night for a party.

The house stood right up ahead, already booming with loud music and the drunken laughter of crazy party-goers. A nervous pit was forming in Alice's stomach. She wasn't really that social of a person and most of the time boys just made her feel uncomfortable. They had never been her strong point, not after one of her past exes had shattered whatever self-confidence she possessed. Suddenly she was wishing she would of at least had the thought to bring her older sister Melanie along for moral support.

"I can't do this..." she whispered, turning to head back to her car.

As she shut the car door, a shaky sigh escaped her. When was she going to finally break out of this shell she was huddling in? It felt like she would never escape from the cage she built up around herself. Maybe next time, right? But when was next time?

'Not tonight.'

The car roared to life as she cast one last glance at the party she wouldn't be attending. She couldn't wait to get home and tell her father that she was sorry and that she had been so wrong...

The second she pulled into the driveway, she knew something was wrong. Not one light was on in the house. Even though it was late, she would at least expect Mel's light to be on. As she made her way to the door, she noticed it was already open.

"Hello...?" she ventured, taking small, cautious steps into the hall leading to the kitchen.

Crack! She stopped short, looking down to see shattered glass- and a broken frame from which a family picture was haphazardly hanging. Her eyes followed the trail of destruction, stopping at at something red.

A deep, crimson splatter adorning the wall leading into the living room.

Her stomach dropped as she returned her gaze to the floor, stepping around the glass so she wouldn't make any noise. She came to a halt at the carpet, eyes still firmly attached to the floor, terrified to look up. For a while she just stood there, frozen, unable to make a move.

Then came the smell. At first, it was barely noticeable, but the longer she stood there, the stronger it became. A deep smell of iron rust and a stench that mirrored that of a slaughterhouse filled the room. Alice's head snapped up, unable to stop herself from looking any longer.

Blood stained the majority of the room, painting the walls and soaking into the white couch and dripping all over the floor. What was left of her father was unrecognizable except for the old band T-shirt he always used to wear, tattered and sticking to his bloodied corpse. Her mother lay strewn across the coffee table like a rag doll, a ghastly rip in her throat. Her little brother, who was only twelve, lay face-down on the floor in two halves- unmistakably dead.

But Mel was no where to be found.

Alice couldn't scream. Her fear was overloading, bubbling up and closing her throat so all she could do was shake like a leaf before the terrible scene of carnage that had played itself out in her living room.

They were all dead. There was nothing she could do.

A strangled sob finally escaped her throat. "Mel?" It came out hoarse and almost inaudible through the tears that slipped down her cheeks.

"MEL!" she screeched, voice cracking an octave higher than it was meant to.

Something bumped from upstairs. Alice turned quickly, rushing to the stairs, slipping and cutting her knee on some glass. She sobbed again, wobbling to her feet and rushing clumsily up the stairs, a warm trickle starting down her leg. As she got closer, she could hear quiet whimpering coming from her sister's room.

"Mel!" she yelled again, bursting into the room to finally find her sister.

For a terrifying moment, she thought she was dead. So much blood covered her and she had gashes in her arm. If it weren't for the small shaking of her shoulders and the ragged crying, Alice wouldn't have been able to tell her sister from the dead.

"Mel! W-what happened?! How..?" she managed to choke out, kneeling beside her sister and grabbing her cold, clammy hand.

Mel's lips moved but Alice was sure she misheard her. The was no way this could be happening. No way that Mel had just said that.

Her sister was shaking so bad, eyes wide and terrified. She repeated the word, gripping Alice's hand tighter.

"Vampires."