Chapter One

Rachel's POV

"Good morning all. Today is going to be one of the hottest days on record yet with a height of 27 degrees in some parts of the country which I'm sure your all very pleased to hear."

It was one of the hottest days of the summer and I was planning on spending it with one of my best friends, Siobhan. We rarely got to see each other now that she was working and it was nearing the time for me to start College. I still had a couple of months left and I planned on using the time with the people I most cared about before I had go back into the world of education. It wasn't that I wasn't excited about it; I actually was but this was my last bit of freedom that I would have for months and I wanted to value it.

The sun was blazing outside when I started my journey to the bus stop. My friend and I had planned on meeting there to get into town and spend the afternoon shopping. The heat was getting intense but thankfully it didn't take me long to get to the bus stop where my friend was at and rest.

"Sometimes I hate hot days." I sighed, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

"No one's ever happy about the weather in this country." Siobhan commented, while searching for some money that was in her purse.

"Yeah, well we don't have the luxury of private swimming pools in our gardens so when it's hot it's basically hell." I replied, sarcasm dripping off my every word.

Siobhan rolled her eyes just as the bus pulled into the stop. As we all piled on I started to feel hotter and more uncomfortable. I didn't think much of it at first; it could just be the heat playing tricks with me but when I had sat down with Siobhan I was still feeling hot and bothered. I glanced to Siobhan to find her looking uncomfortable as well.

She noticed my gaze, "Are you feeling not too well all of a sudden?"

I nodded and then looked around at the rest of the people on the bus. No one else seemed to be as uncomfortable as we felt; otherwise they were just good actors and they were able to control their expressions extremely well. Just when the heat felt too unbearable the bus set off. Thankfully the windows were open so the cool air blasting on our faces did help a bit but the uncomfortable feeling was still there.

Most of the journey went without incident it was just when we were getting nearer the town centre that something odd began to happen. There was a loud bang at the bus which most of the people on the bus screamed at. The bus driver either didn't seem to notice or was too reckless and was trying to get to the bus stop before he saw to whatever had happened at the back. Suddenly, flames burst through where the back seating area was. People screamed for the bus driver to stop but he seemed to be ignoring us. There was a sudden burst of movement as everyone tried to get away from the flames but they were getting bigger by the minute.

The flames had already taken three innocent lives that had been the unfortunate ones to decide to take the back seats and now the flames were quickly moving towards us. I looked over at Siobhan was paler than usual and squeezed her hand. There was no escape by the looks of things unless we wanted to get run over by climbing out of a window; even then I doubt any of us could have fit through a window.

Smoke started to fill up the bus which made it hard to breathe. My throat constricted as the smoke seeped into my lungs. I tried to keep the smoke away by putting my hand over my mouth but most of the damage was already done. The heat and the smoke combined made me feel nauseous and dizzy and I felt that I was almost ready to blackout.

The last thing I remembered was Siobhan passing out right in front of me and then I followed suit.

"The boss won't be pleased with this. He was taking a break from his deals, remember?"

My head ached massively as I tried to re-gain some focus on the situation that I was in. My throat felt parched and when I tried to make some sort of sound out of it all that came out was a low gasp. However, that seemed enough to alert my captors.

"She's awake. I don't care if the boss is on vacation or not. He needs to know that there is an imposter to be dealt with."

Imposter? Great, I had got myself into a situation in which I had no idea as to how I got myself in it in the first place. This was going to be an interesting situation to get myself out of. I tried to open my eyes to get a view of my surroundings but my eyelids were heavy and dropped automatically when I forced them open.

"Is she drugged? She seems to be having a problem in actually waking up."

Aww, someone actually cared for me. I mentally noted to try and get that person's name once I was fully conscious. The more friends you had the better protected you were.

"I doubt it's any of our concern that her well-being standards are met, Felix. You do always get too close with the humans. That's probably why you're such a low class demon."

Wait? Demon? Panic started to sprout in my chest and travel around my body. These people must be crazy religious types (or anti-religious if we're being specific) and demon was a codename for something. Yes, that's got to be it. No need to be jumping to stupid conclusions.

"Well, I do believe I was a low class demon once and look where that got me." A new voice entered the conversation. He had a British accent that sounded as if it belonged to Scotland and he spoke with class and authority; somebody who's voice sounded intriguingly familiar.

"Yes, boss. Sorry, boss."

I slowly tried to open my eyes; they ached with the strain of opening them but my vision was slightly clearer.

"Ah, sleeping beauty awakes. Let's see what she knows, shall we?" The Scottish man asked.

Just then my throat tightened and I started to splutter and cough. I seemed to startle the other people in the room because there was a sudden activity.

"Someone put her on a couch. She needs to be upright."

"Felix, do as the boss says."

I felt some strong arms pick me up from the floor and carry me across the room. They laid me on a comfortable sofa with my head on a pillow. When I was laid down I fully opened my eyes and tried to focus on the room that I was in. I could make out that there was dark wooden panel across the walls and a white ceiling with a chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. As my vision cleared I could make out the people that were in the room. The man that was next to me had messy blonde hair with an angular face and a muscular body. He had friendly blue eyes and a smiling face. Maybe this was Felix? I looked over at the other men in the room. One of them was standing near a fireplace with a stern expression on his face. He didn't seem friendly at all. He seemed to be one of those people who always followed the rules and wanted job promotions. When I looked over at the last person I nearly fell off the sofa.

There, in the middle of the room, was Mark Sheppard. However, he was dressed smartly and looked like the character of Crowley. Was I in the sets in Vancouver or something?

He was looking at me with interest, "Hello darling. The name's Crowley."

Hello everyone! Rachel here and back with another story! This time though I have several chapters already written. By several I mean I'm on the 11th Chapter of this story. Crazy, huh? As you can probably guess this is gonna be a Supernatural fanfic. However, I don't want it to be like some of the ones I've read where the characters go into the world and can cope with everything cos seriously? I don't think I could at all. - The characters are based off me and my friends, if you couldn't tell, but I won't give you their social media links just for their privacy. They do know about this story though so don't worry. I'm gonna try and update every week but it might not be every Thursday. However, since Thursday is my day off then it might just become my update day. We'll see how college and life goes though. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story and I hope to hear from you guys soon. Toodles! x