First CROW-ish fan fiction! Basically just Sarah but some Shelly & Eric.

Dylan Hunter sat with her boyfriend in their apartment and their friends. They all stared with mild interest at the Television, watching a pretty blonde woman speak.

"Once again we find ourselves again on Devil's Night, Detroit. With only 206 fires started so far, we find ourselves almost thankful. But the night is young. Also we remember Eric Draven, lead singer of-"

"I heard the dude who was the sheriff of that guys case went freaking insane." Dylan's sister Erica mumbled. Erica had long, curly brown hair that cupped around her shoulders. Her soft features made her the object of any creature with eyes' affection. She was two years older than Dylan, making her twenty three and Dylan twenty one.

Mel, the sisters' best friend since grade school shrugged. "They just say that because no one else saw that Draven Guy come back from the dead." Mel was sitting next to Rick, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her jet black hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail, her yellow wire rimmed glasses fixed on the bridge of her nose.

"Because he didn't" Rick laughed. Rick was Mel's brother and Dylan's boyfriend from senior year in high school and they were now engaged. His thick black hair shifted around his ears as he turned to Mel. "I mean you don't really believe those legends? A guy comes back from the dead and kills every guy involved with him and his fiancé's murder plus the organizer of their gang and suddenly he's gone. Meanwhile, a lone crow's chirp echoes through the city. Please . . ."

Dylan smiled, her pink lips pulling up at the corner. Dylan, unlike her sister, got their father's ash blonde hair. It was strait and splayed around her shoulders and down her back. "Would you come back for me?"

Rick smirked, "A million times over." He leaned down and pecked her on the lips. "but I still think that's bullshit right there. You know what I think? I think that Cop killed 'em all then went crazy with guilt." Rick stopped to roll his emerald green eyes, "Either way it's all weird."

Mel glanced at the clock in the corner of the room, stating that it was 9:42. "I'm hungry, should we go grab a bite?"

Dylan nodded, "But grab an umbrella, everyone. Our car's in the shop so we need to walk somewhere." She looked out the window and sighed, "It can't rain all the time . . . right?"

Rick just kissed her temple, "I don't need the sun, you already provide all the light I need." Dylan smiled lovingly at him while Mel and Erica rolled their eyes.

As the four walked down the street an hour later the rain eased up enough they didn't need umbrellas. "So for the bridesmades dresses I'm thinking . . . lilac and turquoise." Dylan thought out loud.

"God, you really want to make them as ugly as possible, don't you?" Erica smiled. Dylan giggled, pushing her sister slightly. Suddenly there was a sharp whistle behind them. They saw three dark figures several yard behind them.

"Just keep moving", Rick whispered.

"Hey baby! Come here!" the one on the left yelled over to Mel.

"Hey! We don't want any trouble. Just leave us alone." Rick yelled over. The four began to pick up speed but the chuckles behind them got louder and closer and before anyone knew what was going on, Rick was on the ground, blood trickling from a large gash in his head.

"Rick!" Dylan screamed, going to his side immediately. His eyes fluttered open and shut as he lost consciousness. "Please . . . please don't leave me. Keep breathing. Rick . . ." she whispered helplessly as she rubbed his neck.

"Dylan . . ." he whispered once before closing his eyes. She suddenly felt painfully strong arms around her upper torso

While she gasped for air she realized Mel was trying to crawl away from the very tall, blonde one who grabbed at her ankles teasingly. It looked as though she had broken her leg. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tried not to take in all that was happening. This was a nightmare, that's all. Suddenly she heard her sisters voice become clear and tried to follow it. A dark man with oily black curls held her against the brick alley wall by the throat. Tears were dripping from her eyes, "Please . . . please don't hurt Dylan."

"Aw, baby, I ain't gonna hurt her . . ." he paused to let a knife linger in her stomach, "But Buck . . . he's gonna kill her . . ." he laughed against Erica's porcelain skin.

"Don't touch her!" Dylan managed to scream. The man smirked at her before thrusting the knife into Erica's abdomen. "NO!" Dylan let out an unearthly scream. Erica gurgled up some blood before falling to the ground in a slump. The big man holding Dylan whispered into her ear, "Welcome to Devil's Night. My name is Buck, and I like to fuck . . ." And suddenly, Dylan's entire world went black.

First Chapter! Twist is a commin'.