Hey you guys, just wanted you to know that I will try to update this whenever I can, and criticism is greatly appreciated. Dean and Sam will come soon, I promise, I just have to give my Character a background. Enjoy!

I tossed my keys into the blue ceramic bowl that sat on a tall skinny wooden table by the door and kicked off my shark skinned heels into the corner of my tiny apartment. Opening the fridge, my fingers wrapped around the remaining of my quarter pound burger with no pickles and extra onions. My eyes caught sight of the, ahem, small pile of bills and junk mail that rested on the edge of the stove.

'Not today' I thought as I unbuttoned my jeans. Propping my aching feet up on the coffee table and I reached under my butt to grab the remote that always seemed to find its way back beneath my cushions. And there I sat for the next couple of hours until I lost feeling in my toes and the only thing on was infomercials and 16 and pregnant.

I flipped the light switch off with my elbow and tossed my rubbish into the trashcan in the kitchen. Slowly, I slid along the wall because I thought it would be fun to bang my feet into invisible objects in the dark while I struggled to stay awake long enough to at least get to my room. When I finally slipped into something comfortable, the warm embrace of my floral comforters lulled me into one of the most wonderful period of sleep that I had in ages, unaware that in the next couple of hours, my life would turn to hell.

The pounding on my door startled me awake. I glance at my alarm clock, 3:24 AM.

'What the hell?'

I blindly grab at the flashlight that I keep under my pillow. Slowly, I slid out of bed and crept towards the living room. Nearly jumping out of my skin, I whirled around to the sound of barking and snarling at my window. Which is odd since I live on the 6th floor and you weren't allowed to have animals in the building. I peer around the wall to see my door rattle and shake from the pounding, which seemed to have gotten louder.

'Where is everyone? Can't they hear the racket this guy is making?'

The beam of the flashlight rested on the door handle and flickered. And then died.

'No,' I thought franticly as I hit the head of the flashlight with the heel of my palm. 'Don't you dare die on me.'

the hair on the nape of my neck rose when I threw the useless piece of shit on the sofa, realizing that I was completely defenseless now that my pathetic excuse for a weapon died. As soon as my trembling fingers reached the door knob, the pounding stopped.

'What?'

I looked through the peep hole and saw no one in the hallway. The adrenaline slowed when I convinced myself that I must have imagined the entire situation, even the flashlight turned on. 'Must have been the burger.' I thought as I spun on the heel of my foot to head back to my room but then the door exploded.

I flew across the hall and smacked my head on the corner of the bathroom closet. My vision swam as I shook my head, frantic to try to figure out what was going on. A figure strode in my direction and stopped a couple feet away from my feet. I scrambled away from him and found that I didn't have anywhere to go. A whimper escaped from my lips. Two big black dogs paced behind their masters legs, curling their lips to show their black maws. In this sort of situation, I blurted the first thing that came to my mind.

"The building doesn't allow pets." The man formed something of a smile on his face, the action seemed foreign to the muscles in his cheeks.

"Girl, I could really care less about shit right now. Instead of worrying about me, how about worrying about you."

His dogs suddenly sunk their teeth into my feet and dragged me to the door. A high pitched scream tore from my throat, hoping that someone, anyone, would come and help me. I struggled to grab hold of anything that would prevent my would be murderer from taking me. My peripheral vision caught sight of flames outside my doorway before I blacked out.