Disclaimer- All the rights of supernatural belong to both Warner Brothers as well as Kripke studios. I do not own any of the supernatural characters other than my own Character. Enjoy- DeLain
Chapter one
Imagine waking up in a cold sweat with the feeling of not being alone. Something doesn't feel right and your heavy breathing slows as that horrible feeling over comes you that something is very wrong. The question was what else could possible go wrong. My name was Roxanna Bradley. It wasn't normal for girls to wake up every night with the same nightmare. Then again I wasn't a normal girl considering that my mother passed away just last year and Dad hardly ever came home anymore. My father was a doctor that worked in the beyond borders program that was working with the military, leaving me in a house all alone, except for my little black cat, Gizmo.
The bills were paid for by my father and life was always quite in the browns valley neighborhood of Napa, California. I had neighbors who checked in on me, realizing my situation of being lonesome I attended the cute local high school and was not only captain of the cheer leading squad, but an honor roll/valedictorian for my graduating class. I was a popular student not only because of the locks of reddish brown hair I possessed or the emerald green eyes, but still a total geek in that I passed every test with an A and was practically a library assistant to the head librarian. Then again I was a librarian that was well built, I had curves were it counted and was maturing nicely…almost too nicely adding to the idea that the library was my refuge from the world of cheer and the other activities that went with me. To remain in shape I was a runner for the track team and just to fill some of that never ending time that I had I joined my high schools choir.
Considering that this was only October of my freshmen year, a feeling grew in the pit of my stomach that the coming years were going to be all to similar to days such as today, lonely. My loneliness was by choice of course to a certain extent. It was early Sunday morning when I decided it was time to get up out of bed. I moved into the master bedroom of my dads house almost a month ago when it became clear over summer that he wasn't going to be coming home. Having been left with a large allowance, money wasn't an issue from the beginning; however loneliness was an epidemic. I moved into my new room fairly quickly, having little to distract me. My home was a modest three story Victorian, the basement held the laundry machine and boxes of lost memories, the first floor held a little living room, kitchen, dinning room and an office that remained locked at all times for some unknown reason, then there was the second floor with its two bedrooms and a master bedroom that I know occupied. There was a cottage that adorned our small property next to the attached garage, while it was rebuilt and refurnished, no one occupied it. My nightmares began shorty after last year when mom passed away, it was weird that they seemed to worsen with every passing day. After I brewed some hot coffee for myself and hopped out of my pjs and into my running shorts did I realize that it's been almost a year since mom, and that's it's been nearly five months since I'd seen dad. He'd call and leave messages, but that was it.
I walked out my front door to stretch and start a morning run, something/that became regular for me when I noticed the clouds. While the morning was darker then usual, it looked like it would rain. So I chalked it up to the morning run being shorter then usual. It wasn't even after my first mile through the woods did it start to rain. While running I never bothered listening to music because for me running allowed my mind to focus on the now instead of the troubles of the past or the terrifying future; however nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me. Right in front of me was a man that appeared to be limping, his head was down and I couldn't see his face. Approaching slowly I asked, "Sir are you okay?" I saw a glimpse of black overcome his eyes then he pounced on me. the stranger went for my throat and wouldn't let me go. His grasp was tight and the fight for air began.
A string of thoughts occurred to me after I was done screaming and this thing was chocking me to death, first that I was going to die at the age of fifteen, then that I was going to die at the age of fifteen as a virgin and no one would realize I was gone before it was way too late. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head and my lungs were burning. Before I realized it, the creature was suddenly thrown off me. My body wasn't responding and a light became clearer to see. And the last thing I recall was a voice calling out to another, "Dean, she's not breathing." Then blackness welcomed me with more then open arms.