"Just know that you are lucky little bitch and that I hate you," I hear behind me. I cringe internally at the curse word, I hate them. Turning around I see Beth staring me down with an evil stare.

"What are you talking about?" I say, turning back around to finish pouring my cup of coffee. I was currently on hour number four of a twelve hour overnight shift, I needed the caffeine.

"You have a new patient," she says crossing her arms. "And he is gorgeous. And so is his brother he has with him. Like I said: luck little b-"

"Okay, I gotcha," I say cutting her off. I let out a sigh as I follow her from the break room to the massive nurses' station in the middle of the ER. I give her my full attention as she gives me the rundown of the 'gorgeous' guy waiting for me in the pod. Once she is finished, I down the last bit of coffee in the tiny Styrofoam cup. "Thanks Beth," I tell her before heading off to the pod.

Before I walk into the room I barely open the blinds to get a look at the guys inside. Unfortunately their backs are to me. "So much for preparing myself," I mutter as I close the blinds again. Taking a deep breath, I slide open the massive glass door as I walk in the pod. "Well howdy there, gentlemen," I say sliding the door back closed while playing up my accent slightly. I wasn't from around here, so the locals that came in always found my deep southern drawl amusing. I turn around from the door and see both of them staring at me. Crap, they are gorgeous… Shaking my head slightly, I continue on. "My name is Rhiannon and I will be your nurse tonight," I say walking up to them. I immediately identify the one with the shorter hair as my patient, seeing as how he had a nasty looking cut on his forehead.

"Nice to meet you Rhiannon," the taller one says. "I'm Sam and this is my brother-"

"Dean Nugent?" I say cutting him off, while looking at the chart. "Glad to meet you both," I say flashing them a smile. "Now Dean, why don't you go ahead and hop up on the bed and regale me with the tale of how you go that cut while I wash my hands?"

Dean looks at me incredulously. "Yes ma'am," he says, almost disbelieving. I give him a little smirk before turning my back to him as I start washing my hands. "Well, um, what happened was…" I turn back around as I'm drying my hands to see him looking at Sam with wide eyes, almost asking him to help him out.

"You see, my brother, uh…" Sam starts to say, also not sure what to say.

Great…a couple of geniuses in here tonight… "How about, you were walking home from the bar with your brother and as you passed a dark alley way you saw a damsel in distress being attacked so you swooped in and saved the day?" I say walking over to him. "Sounds a lot better than I hit my head on a cabinet corner, doesn't it?"

"I didn't hit my head on a cabinet!" Dean says defensively.

"Sure you didn't," I say laying out gauze and other supplies to clean his cut. "Now shush it up so I can get you out of here quicker so you can go take on some more scary cabinets."

I heard him let out a frustrated sigh as I start cleaning away the blood. The room is silent for a few minutes as I work as before Sam speaks up. "So, that accent isn't from around here," he says. "Where are you originally from?"

"Georgia," I say looking at the cut. I really had no clue why he came in for this, it wouldn't even need stitches. "How about you boys? Where are y'all from?"

"Here and there," Dean says.

"That sounds fascinating," I say, letting the sarcasm drip through. "Now stop talking. I can't clean this with your face moving." Not to mention it's hard to focus on it when your gorgeous green eyes are only centimeters away.

"What brought you to the area?" Sam pries.

"School," I say. "After I graduated I just hung around." Finally, I place a couple butterfly bandages over the cut. "Alrightey Mr. Nugent, you're all set to go."

"What?" he says, not believing me. "That's it?"

"Yeah," I say staring at him, not believing his attitude. "That's it, it was just a little cut. No stitches or nothin'." I arch an eyebrow as I watch Dean look over at Sam with a furious glare. As I look over at Sam, Dean grabs up his leather jacket and storms out of the room. "You're welcome," I call out after him.

"Sorry about that," Sam says walking up to me. "Hospitals make him antsy."

"I wouldn't call that antsy," I say, letting out a light laugh.

"Yeah," he says rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, let me ask you a question. Have you noticed anything strange happen around town lately?"

"Like a guy comin' into the ER for a scrape?" I say with a laugh.

"No," he says, letting a single chuckle escape. He takes a deep breath, looking around the room and out the door before continuing. "I mean like…I don't know, flickering lights? Electronics not working right? Black…smoke?"

Despite my concern for his mental state, I let out another laugh. "No, sorry, I haven't," I say, shaking my head.

Sam lets out a sigh before giving me a kind smile. "Alright, that's fine," he says. "Thank you for patching up my brother," he says starting to back out of the room.

"Anytime," I say giving him a small wave before he disappeared behind the blinds.

A few hours later, I'm sitting at the nurses' station, fully engrossed by my book. We hadn't had a single patient come in since the Nugent brothers. "Hey," I hear above me. I look up from my book and see Linda, the charge nurse for the night sitting down next to me. "Why don't you go ahead and head home?"

"Really?" I say, happiness filling my chest.

"Yeah, we're probably gonna be slow the rest of the night," she says. "It is a Wednesday."

"Oh, thank you Linda," I say gathering up my things.

"You're welcome," she says waving me off. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

I give her a wave as I sling my bag over my head, letting the strap drape across my chest and the bag resting on my hip. Once I'm out in the night air, I take a deep breath, relishing in my newfound freedom. Opening my eyes, I start to head down the sidewalk towards my apartment building. As I start down the sidewalk, I look up past the street lights to make out the few stars that I can see. It was a rare treat for me, since I usually went into work when the sun was up and didn't leave until it was back up again. Letting a smile creep onto my lips, I continued walking. Geez, I didn't realize I live this far from the hospital…I'm not sure if it's the dark surrounding me, but it seems to be taking forever to get home. Don't let the dark freak you out…

As I'm walking, I notice the air around me get colder. Rubbing my hands over my bare arms to warm myself up, I look up again at the stars, but this time notice the street lights above me starting to flicker. I stop cold in my tracks. As I'm coming up with different scenarios in my head as to what could be going on, I feel a pair of strong hands grab me around my waist and shoulders, pulling me to my right. I try to scream, but am paralyzed with fear. Once I'm stopped moving, a hand comes down over my mouth as I'm being pushed up against a wall.

I try to look into the face of my attacker, but there are too many shadows being cast on his face for me to get a good look at him. I see a pair of white teeth appear as an evil grin spreads over his face. "That was almost too easy," he chuckles. As he moves the hand not covering my mouth, I use all my body weight to push against him. Not expecting my defensive shove, the attacker stumbles backwards, allowing me a moment to run away. I head towards my right, towards the street when I suddenly feel my feet hit something solid, causing my whole body to lurch forward. Before I hit the ground, I think I see two figures running towards me from the street. I'm not sure though, cause in the next second, everything goes black.