I came up with idea when I thought how great it would be to be in the show,
Dis - i do not own any of these characters, (except for myself) oh but how i wish i did
"Back in black, cause I'm back in black…" I sang along to the C
"Back in black, cause I'm back in black…" I sang along to the CD that was playing loudly though my speakers, as I speed down the dark road lit only by headlights, I was on my way to my mothers, a four hour drive from my place, she was getting married to her second husband in four days and I was maid of honor, all of a sudden I heard a loud bang and my 1991 ford falcon jolted towards the side of the road,
"oh shit" I said under my breath as I held on to the steering wheel, trying to keep myself from crashing into the trees along the side of the long highway, pushing my foot down on the break to quickly, I managed to slow down my car enough before losing control and cashing in to one of the trees, my head flew forward and hit the steering wheel, in too much shock to do anything take a deep sharp breath, I knew my head would at least be sore but the adrenaline that ran though my body, numbed it. The car came to an abrupt stop as my head hit the steering wheel again this time I cursed out loudly, I sat behind the wheel, trying to stop my whole body from shaking, for a few minutes before I got out of the car, I put the car in to park and pulled on the handbrake, realizing how stupid and pointless that really was I opened my door and my head spun as I stood up, the only light I had was still thanks to my head lights although standing behind them I didn't have much to thank them for.
I walked one hand against the car for support, to the front, the head lights showed me that the tree now pretty much sat in the middle of my bonnet.
"Oh great" I spoke to myself, I made my way to the back of the car looking at the tires, fearing that I would pass out, I bent down to pull the barbed wire out from under my back drivers side wheel "so that's what happened," I felt something wet above my eyes, and ran the back of my hand across my forehead, thinking it was just sweat, even though the night was really cool, and even though there wasn't much light I groaned as I realized that the sticky dark liquid smeared on my hand was blood, I swayed back to the driver's door of my car, and grabbed my bag from the front seat, then walked backed to the road, thankfully if I wanted to I could sit on the bonnet of my car and people passing by would still see me, but who would, I look at the illuminated watch on my wrist, and the time flashed 1:30, I hadn't seen another car since I left the 24 hour fuel station an hour and a half ago, and who would be driving out here at this time of the night anyway, I enjoyed traveling long distances at night for that reason, less traffic, and being know as a bit of a "lead foot" the fact that there wasn't any cops were a bonus, I fished in to my bag and pulled out a spare t-shirt, my mobile phone and half a bottle of Jim Beam, I took the cap off the bottle and took a swig, 'well I won't be driving anymore' I thought to myself, there might not be anyone around but talking to myself was still embarrassing, I thought that I had better ring my mum, she wasn't expecting me till late morning but I had wanted to surprise her, it had been 6 months since I had seen her last, and thought it would be great to be there before she got out of bed, pouring a bit of alcohol on the t-shirt I had got out of my bag I held it to my forehead while I opened the flip part of my phone, as the light illuminated my face, I could see that I had no network, 'of course not,' I thought as I closed the phone then started to work at getting the blood of the back of my hand.
I had nearly finished the bottle of Jim Beam, I didn't know whether to sit here and wait for a car or to start walking down the long highway, having made the trip a few times I knew that would still be about another hour's drive, at least, before I got to the next town, putting the bottle and what little contents was still in it back in my bag I stood up, deciding that at least the walk will keep me warm on such a cold night, I went back to the car and locked it up, I may not of seen anyone, but that still didn't mean that someone could come by and steal my stuff before I got back to it, 'but then again' I thought as I looked down road I was about venture, 'if anyone wants my stuff that badly my windows aren't shatter proof" I was back to making the decision to stay with the car or make the walk, my head started spinning again and as I was just about to sit down again, I had a sigh of relief as I spotted two head lights coming down the road, the car pulled over to the side of the road and turned off its head lights, the moon was showing off enough light that I could make out the color and make of the car but when the person step out all I saw was a silhouette, I didn't know if it was male or female until he spoke
"You need help there" he said, 'nah, just sitting here along dead quiet road, getting fresh air' I thought, 'no don't be rude'
"So it seems" I added with a nervous laugh, this guy could be anyone, I was nervous,
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"I ran over some barbed wire" I told him, he stood by his car still, the collar of his black jacket stood up, and I couldn't see what he looked like, but the just the way he leaned on his car about 15 steps away from me, not moving was really starting to freak me out
"Ah, probably just some bloody stupid kids" He replied, that was when he started to walk towards me, and I started to tense, I dropped the bag as casually from my shoulder as I could, and held it tightly in my hand by the strap ready to use as a weapon if so be, I knew that If I was lucky enough the bottle should be able to do some damage, I knew it wouldn't do much, but at least it was something, "why don't we have a look maybe I could pull you out of there" he said walking towards my car, that was when I saw his face. He looked about 35, and the way that his lips stretched over his mouth probably had big teeth, but he looked normal enough, I relaxed the grip on my bag
"I don't think that it would help, the tree pretty much went through my car" I followed him, big mistake,
"you never know It could help one of us" he turned around to face me as I drew level with the front door, I gasped in shock, he did have big teeth but not only that but they looked like fangs, with all the strength my still shocked body could master, I swung the bag at his face, I hit him, he swayed backwards and I ran, then it hit me I was in the middle of nowhere on foot, I could maybe out run him but I wouldn't be able to out ran his car, there was no need for the car, before I knew my face was in the dirt, and the man was on my back he felt heavier than he looked, I could feel him pulling my long red hair away from my neck, but because I wasn't about to give in, my struggles made it difficult, I heard another car pull up, I didn't know whether to be relieved or not, I managed to open my eyes and thought the dirt and sweat, and probably even a bit of blood, that was in them I managed to make out the car to be a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, the next thing I knew the struggle was over, and the weight pinning me down was gone I laid still not knowing what to do
"are you ok" I felt hands go around my waist and picked me up, instinct set in and I started kicking my legs, the hands let go and I stood on my feet, "hey, hey, hey, it's ok, were not going to hurt you" I tried to open my eyes to look at the person who spoke, but my eyes stung
"I can't see… dirt…eyes" I must of looked stupid, my hands swaying about pointing to my face but after being attacked I didn't really care,
"Here," a bottle was placed in my hands, I lifted it to my nose to see if I could smell anything, and heard a small laugh, "trust me, its ok, were not going to hurt you"
"Never trust a man that says trust me" I retaliated, as I splashed the water in my face, then turning around, hoping that my back was facing whoever it was that was there I lifted my shirt to use as a towel to wipe my face, I opened my eyes again this time successfully, my shirt in my hands still I realized that I had turned my back on the guy who gave me the water but faced another person, who was grinning at me, I felt myself blush, and lowered my t-shirt, facing the guy who had gave me the bottle, I handed it back to him
"thanks," I could see the two men quiet clearly the headlights from their car illuminating the road again, the one who had given me the water, was tall, and had a "shaggy dog" kind-of-haircut, and boyish looks, I wouldn't think that he wasn't a day over 20, the other one was shorter, army style haircut, it may have been the adrenalin working double time still pumping though my body but I thought, although they was both extremely good looking, he was the better looking of the two, I looked around to try and find the man who attacked me, but all I could see was that his car was still sitting on the side of the road where he parked it, "where's the other guy"
"He's gone, don't worry," the shorter one said, handing my bag, I immediately pulled out the bottle of beam,
"I'm Sam," the tall one who had picked me up and given me the water said "and this is my brother Dean" the one named Dean gave me a "sexy grin" I shook my head, and took a drink
"So what the hell happened, who was he, what did you do to him," I rambled I think I was on the boarder of hysterics
"He was a vampire," Sam said, I turned to sound of a chuckle that was coming from Dean
"It's still funny" he said, "so can you unlock the car you must need things out of it, we'll have to give you a lift into the next town" I grabbed my keys out of my bag and threw them to him
"wait, vampires, I'm not 12 ok," I had turned myself back to face Sam, in the 5 minutes that I had known them I could already tell that he was the more serious of the two "you guys need help," but even as I said it, the reality of it sunk in, the fangs, going for my neck, it added up, or maybe I had just hit my head a bit too hard and I was actually knocked out and still unconscious, and this was just a dream, but I knew as soon as that thought entered into my mind, I knew for sure that I was awake and this was all real
"Sam look, Metallica," Dean said holding up two of my CD's; by this time I had sat back down the road,
"Dean look, CD's" Sam replied and then came over to me, "look I know that this hard to take in, but it's alright, we will protect you, why don't you get in the car," Sam helped me to my feet for the second time since we meet, and guided me towards the car, Dean had already loaded my suitcase and CD's into the boot of their car, My head was still spinning, trying to come to terms with all this, I was shocked and I was tired, and didn't hesitate to get in the car, the first thing I saw was the cassette tape collection, and clicked onto the banter that had happen a few minutes ago,
"So are we ready," Dean got into the driver's seat, Sam in the passenger seat and I, on the suggestion from Sam, laid along the back seat, using my bag as a pillow, the engine started and music blared from the speakers instantly, I recognized the song as "highway to the hell" and thought about the irony off it, I don't know if it was sheer exhaustion, of the half a bottle of Jim Beam I drank, but I was a sleep before the second chorus.
please let me know what you think, I'm actually getting in to it and would like to continue