Okay, okay, I know that I promised a sequel to Heart Snatcher and didn't follow through, but I've been busy. In the spirit of Christmas though, I decided to begin the sequel. Better late than never, right? The idea for this story came to me last night when I was peeling a mango taffy face mask off of my face and it kinda reminded me of snake skin. So yeah. Hope you enjoy it and remember to review. Lets beat 71, which was the total # of reviews for Heart Snatcher. Much love. - Heather XOXO
Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural. The season of giving is upon us though. Maybe I'll get lucky. Probably not, but a girl can dream, right?
Oh and please read the beginning, even though Sam and Dean aren't in it right away. I know that I sometimes don't read a story because there are new characters in the beginning, and I vow not to do that ever again if you all read mine.
Chapter One: Demon Snakes and Hammond's Bluff
The sharp crackle of the campfire split the dull night silence in two, and the soft glow that it gave out illuminated the campsite. Five teenagers, three boys and two girls, were all sitting on a log that was stripped of bark and being used as a makeshift bench, holding sharpened sticks speared with Mr. Puff marshmallows over the roaring fire.
One girl sat differently from all the others. Her legs were crossed tightly, she had a semi- pained expression on her face, and she did not seem to be enjoying her smore.
The boy sitting next to her noticed her discomfort and touched her arm softly. "Hey, Megan. Are you okay?" He asked with the concern evident in his voice.
The girl, presumably Megan, looked at him and opened her eyes. "I'm fine, Jeff. It's just..."
Megan was cut off by a shrill squeal from beside her. "Ohmigod, I totally know what you're gonna say!" The girl beside her shook her brown curls and grinned.
"Huh?" Megan had a look of confusion on her face.
"See, I saw a situation just like this on Days of Our Lives yesterday! See, Sami was scared that she had... Wait, was it Sami? No no, I think it was... Never mind. Anyways, the point is that someone on Days of Our Lives... Actually no. It might have been All My Children... Anyways..." The brunette girl chattered on like a squirrel, her blonde curls bobbing with every word that she said. The other four people on the log watched in an almost stupor as the girl went on and on in some kind of superhuman gab.
"Well it might have been All My Children, but if you keep going, I might be in a coma." A boy sitting at the end of the log bench who was wearing a very pointless pair of blue tinted sunglasses joked, rubbing his temples as though he had a migraine.
"Shut up Reid." The talkative girl pretended to be offended and hit him on the arm. "What I was planning on saying before Reid decided to be a moron was..." She looked around to make sure that everyone was paying attention. She let her gaze fall on Megan. "You're pregnant, aren't you?" Her blue eyes lit up excitedly and she put a hand on Megan's stomach. "I did notice that you were gaining a little weight around your middle."
Megan looked at her like she was a moron. "Kate..." She trailed off. "You are such a retard. I'm fucking seventeen! Of course I'm not pregnant!" Everyone else snickered. "You need to get your head out of all of the soap operas you've been watching." And after a moment, "Do you really think I've gained weight?"
Kate looked sad and nodded.
"Yeah baby, those soaps, they turn your brain to mush." The other boy said to her, placing his hand on Kate's leg and moving in for a kiss. Kate willingly complied and met his lips with hers half way. Their kiss deepened until they were full on making out, complete with moans and slobber.
"Kate, Kyle, no one here wants to sit and watch you two make nice-nice all night." Kate and Kyle immediately ceased their PDA's blushing a little. "Anyways, Whats wrong Meg?" Jeff asked again.
"I just really really have to go pee. Like desperately. " Megan replied, finally biting into her smore and leaving strings of white marshmallow goo on her chin. Jeff leaned over and wiped them off. "Thanks." She whispered to him.
Reid looked at her in a funny way. "Just go pee then. Who's stopping you?"
Megan looked offended. "Where am I supposed to go pee, Reid? We are in the middle of a forest. We're camping, in case nobody informed you."
"You just go in a bush or behind a tree or something." Reid said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "It's easy."
"Yeah. Easy for you. Have you ever been a girl and tried to go pee standing up?"
"Uh... No."
"Well it is damn near impossible and pretty fucking difficult, even if I do say so myself." Megan crossed her arms and set her lips into a pout. "I do not want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the wilderness. It is hard to do, it is cold, and there are animals out here! And... And bugs and things!"
Reid snickered. "I'll go with you and make sure that no raccoons or centipedes are watching you if you want."
Megan whacked his arm. "No, you idiot. I would be more worried about you watching me than the raccoons. I'll go myself. I won't have to like... Wipe with a leaf or anything, will I? Cause if I do, I'll probably just hold it till Monday when we get home."
"No, we've got some T.P." Kyle nodded in the direction of his tent. Megan went over and rummaged around in the boys tent for a moment and then emerged with a triumphant smile and a roll of cheap generic toilet paper. The smile vanished when she remembered that she would indeed have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the forest with all sorts of god-knows-whats watching her.
"I hate you, just so you know." Megan said to her friends, although she didn't mean it, and she stalked off in search of a hidden place to relieve her bladder.
The woods were dark and, although Megan would never have admitted it, quite frightening. She walked slowly and carefully, and stepped over rocks and sticks when she found them in her path. The moss on the ground was damp and slippery, and more than once Megan fell and had to pick herself back up again.
"Stupid lousy forest. Dumb trees." She grumbled as she picked herself up off of the muddy ground for the umpteenth time and brushed the dirt off of her jeans with her palms. "This sucks. I hate camping." Once she thought she was far enough from the campsite, she selected a tree and walked over to it. "Okay... How do I work this?" Megan squatted down and made sure that she was hidden behind the tree in case Kate or Reid decided to sneak up on her. "God, this is so demeaning."
Once finished, she stood up and did up the button of her jeans. "That was so gross..." She mumbled, bending down and picking up the roll of toilet paper. A dull snap came from behind her, like the sound of a twig being broken under someone's foot. Megan snapped up and whirled around. She took a few cautious steps forward, following the sound. "I am so going to regret this..." Another twig broke and Megan moved farther and farther away from the campsite. "This is so stupid!" She said to herself. "This is always what happens in horror movies right before the dumb blonde bimbo who follows the sound gets killed." Megan reached to her head and pulled a strand of her blonde hair in front of her eyes. "Shit. What do you wanna bet I trip soon?" But she couldn't stop moving. She knew that it was a dumb idea and she tried to get her feet to cooperate with her brain, but she just couldn't.
After a couple of meters, a horrid smell assaulted her nostrils. "Ew! What the hell is that smell? Wow, this is so 'House of Wax'. That would suck ass if it was a pile of dead deer." (House of WaxJared Padalecki! Yummy.) She knew she was talking to herself and that it must have looked weird, but unless there were any crazy forest hillbillies that were watching her, Megan knew that no one was looking so she was home free to talk to herself however much she pleased.
Another twig snapped and Megan could tell that it was really close. She ran forward, but screamed when the ground gave out from beneath her and she fell about thirty feet down into some kind of hole.
"Oh, god!" Megan cried out after she picked herself up off her bottom. She reached her hands up as high as they could stretch and felt the sides of the hole. It was deep, and it's sides were bigger than she was tall. There was not a snowballs chance in hell that she could make it out by herself. Megan frantically banged her fists against the sides of the hole, and kicked them with all her might, even though the most that would do was make the whole thing cave in on her.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod..." She paced around in a circle as much as the hole would let her and began hyperventilating. Suddenly a thought popped into her head. Call for help. "Help! Somebody help me! Please!" She screamed until her throat was hoarse.
A frightening hissing noise came from behind and below her and Megan looked down, although she was almost scared of what she would find. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but when she did, she screamed bloody murder again.
There were snakes hundreds of them, all squirming and wiggling in a big pile, weaving their way around Megan's tennis shoes and beginning a trek up her leg.
"Shit! Get off!" Megan tore at the snakes with her hands, pulling them off of her legs. When she tried to loosen them off though, their grips just got tighter and tighter. They were trying to strangle her.
"Freshhh bloood..." A soft scratchy voice was in the hole with her and Megan backed up against the side, her eyes darting around for any glimpse of tho was there with her.
"who's there?" She whispered, trying not to breathe to heavily. There was a movement and a man shaped figure came into view. It stepped right up to the terrified girl and Megan gasped. It was not a man, but a snake. He was tall with grey skin and had red slits for eyes. His head was flat and snake like, and he had a long forked tongue that fluttered in and out of his mouth.
Megan screamed, but was cut off sharply when the snake man grabbed her neck. It lowered it's sharp pointed fangs onto her flesh and bit down like a vampire, drawing blood. Megan struggled, but became limp once the snake man's fangs had pierced her. Her eyes became slightly glazed over and her mouth fell open. The snake man pulled away and licked his thin lips, smiling as much of a smile as he could muster. Then he was gone. Once he was gone, Megan stood there like she was paralyzed, with her eyes foggy and mouth open. Long gleaming fangs sprouted out of her mouth like the snake mans, and she felt them with her tongue.
"Megan? Megan! Where are you?" The peppy voice of Kate cut through the stillness and Megan looked up.
"Down here! I'm in the hole!" She yelled, the events that had just taken place seemingly forgotten.
"Oh thank god!" Her friends face appeared at the top of the hole. "We heard you scream, and we couldn't find you! I was so scared!" Kate stood and called out, "Reid! Kyle! Jeff! She's here! I found her!"
The rest of the group hurried over and they managed to find a rope and haul her out. The snakes had disappeared. Once they had trekked back to the campsite, Jeff pulled Megan to the side.
"Are you sure you're okay? It was quite a fall." He looked at her with concern.
Megan's eyes gleamed the same way they had in the hole. "Never better." She reached up and grabbed Jeff's neck as though she was going to kiss him. At the last moment she opened her mouth and sunk her newly sprouted fangs into his skin. "Oh never better."
With a yelp, Sam Winchester awoke, leaping upright in the motel bed placing one hand behind him for leverage. He immediately regretted the action however. As soon as he sat up, his arm began to throb like it was some kind of drum.
"Damn..." He cursed under his breath as he raised a hand to feel the white bandage on his bare bicep. It felt like someone had poured an entire salt shaker on it.
"You're awake." The familiar voice jolted Sam slightly, and he jumped. "Jeez, cool it." Dean was already up in the bed beside Sam. He had the laptop open and it sat on his lap where he was scrolling down various web pages and writing down notes on a piece of paper.
"How long have you been up?" Sam asked his brother, sitting up straight and running a hand through his unruly hair.
"Long before you. You were having another nightmare, weren't you?"
"Uh..." Sam looked at the ground, obviously avoiding Dean's scrutinizing gaze. "No I wasn't."
"Sam, I'm not an idiot." Dean closed the laptop and looked pointedly at his little brother. "Was it a premonition?"
Sam rubbed his face with his hand. "I don't know." He stopped at the look Dean gave him. It was a look that said, "Don't bother lying to me." "Uh, yeah. I think so."
"Well then." Dean stood up and crossed the room to sit on Sam's bed. "Tell me about it."
"There was this girl..."
"Sounds more like another kind of dream, if you know what I mean." Dean nudged Sam and winked.
"You're gross. Anyways. There was this girl. She was in like, a grave or a hole or something."
"Was she dead?" Dean asked.
"No. There were snakes though. Lots and lots of snakes. Like a carpet. There was someone else in the hole with her. A man, but not a man. He was like a snake." Sam explained.
"Snake man? I actually think I might know what you mean."
"Really?" Sam looked somewhat surprised.
"Yeah. There is this place called Billings in Oregon, and Dad and I went there a few years ago while you were at Stanford. There were these attacks where people were bitten in the neck and they turned into these kind of half snake half people type things." Dean told him, grabbing his Dad's journal and flipping through it's many pages.
"Half snake?"
"Mostly in their mind. Kinda like a freaky possession. It all started when one person was bitten by the snake man, and then they did all of the rest of the work. The first person he bit bit a whole whack of other people, and that original person was like connected to the snake man somehow. The snake man got all of the energy from the victims even though he never bit them. The funny thing is is that it is like a possession that can be turned on and off. When it is off the person is perfectly normal, but when it is on, they become a snake person." Dean explained, opening the journal to a certain page and handing it to his brother.
"How do you stop it?" Sam asked.
"If you find the original victim and do an exorcism on them, then you're home free."
"Wait." Sam scrunched his brow."If you and Dad already know about the spirit wouldn't that mean that you exorcised it?"
"Uh." Dean flushed slightly. "Not exactly. We tried, but the thing is one tricky bastard!"
"Well are we going or not?"
"Are you well enough?" Dean looked at Sam's arm wound, and Sam's hand flew instinctively to cover it.
"Of course I am. I'm fine. Now how do we know where to find it? My dream didn't exactly tell me where."
"The first ever time it struck was in Pinkston, Oregon. Second time was Wesley, Oregon. Third time was Billings, Oregon. Notice any pattern?"
"It's moving east, one town at a time." Sam noted as he looked at the journal.
"Yep. So pack your bags little bro, cause we're going to Hammond's Bluff, Oregon."
And there you have it. Part one of the sequel to Heart Snatcher. Please remember to review. Flames are accepted but not encouraged. So hit that little purple button please!