A/N- The chapter titles are what I would recommend you listen to while you read the chapter :) This chapter it's Bad Company by Bad Company.
Disclaimer- Sadly, I haven't been able to claim the boys as my own... I don't own Supernatural :(
"I know you guys want me to go and party with you, but I have a test I have to study for and I'll be slammed if I stay up late," I said, running my hands through my hair. I really wasn't in the mood to go out, but Corey was attempting to change my mind.
"Elisia, you haven't gone out with us for at least a month! You need to come out of you shell and let loose a little!" Corey argued with me. I sighed. I wasn't one to enjoy being with people and definitely not at a bar, which is where Corey would most likely take me.
"What time will you be going?" I asked, letting out a sigh. Maybe she was right…I did need to learn to get along with and be with people.
"I'll only tell you if you are promising that you will come," Corey said teasingly.
"I'll come," I said, slightly smiling.
"I'll pick you up at nine," she smiled back and practically flounced out of the room. What would my foster parents think if they knew I was going out to party before a test? Berklee College of Music was a big step for me and Brittany had made it known months ahead of time. If they knew about my plans, Brittany would probably yell at me for being so irresponsible and Max would let her yell, later apologizing for her actions.
Even though Brittany and Max had adopted me when I was three, I couldn't bring myself to call them Mom and Dad. It just didn't feel right.
I didn't know what happened to my biological parents. I heard rumors: CIA, strange case, something went wrong being the most circulated. No one would tell me what happened, almost as if they were trying to keep a certain innocence about me.
I sighed and threw down my study sheet. I didn't want to study anymore, but I wasn't all too sure what to do instead. I glanced around the room, searching for an idea. I could read a book; nah, seemed like an unnecessary use of brainpower right there. I could watch a movie; there was nothing good on, so that idea went caput. Dozens of ideas rushed through my head, but nothing was jumping out at me.
I glanced at the clock. Two hours until Corey was going to pick me up. That was enough time to take a long bath and maybe dress up a bit. It was settled, that's what I would do.
A few minutes later, I was soaking in an extremely hot bath and thinking the most random things over. My thoughts then turned to what I had eaten today.
I was mad. I had slipped up and had eaten a cupcake for a friends birthday. Today was supposed to be my day of fasting and I had gone and screwed up. How was I going to have my dream body now? How could I have been so stupid? All of these thoughts accumulated and I succumbed to the temptation. I got out of the bath and leaned over the toilet, putting two fingers down my throat. I didn't even gag anymore, I just watched as the sugary load of calories people called a cupcake came up with some of the food I had eaten yesterday.
After that, I did what normally came after ridding myself of the evil food I had eaten. I felt underneath the sink until I had found the razor blade I had taped to the top. I pulled it off and went back to the bath.
One line for eating today, another for going out tonight instead of studying. More and more bloody lines were accumulating on my wrists and thighs, the blood dripping into the water and staining it red.
I lay there for a moment before cleaning myself off and getting out of the bath. I got dressed, re-hid my razor, and went to find some nicer clothes to wear; I felt like dressing up nicely. Who knew, maybe I would make and impression on a cute guy or something.
I found what I needed: a knee length, lace covered, strapless back dress, a leather jacket with studs on the shoulders, black tights, and black boots with heels. It covered all of my cuts nicely and looked sexy as hell. I quickly changed.
~Time Skip~
After waiting for 30 minutes in silence, Corey and my other friend Lylian showed up.
"Damn girl, you looking good!" Lylian said. I grinned.
"You're not looking too shabby either!" I said. Both of them looked really pretty, definitely overdoing it on the beauty factor, but in a good way.
We left the dorms to go to Corey's car. As soon as we were all in, we set off for a grand girls night out.
Walking into the club made me panic. Too many people, flashing lights, and obnoxiously loud music combined made me scared to continue, but I did, attempting to block most of it out.
I wasn't planning on getting too drunk tonight, so I ordered a rum and Coke. It was nice to people watch while I was drinking; it let me be in the crowd but not of the crowd, as if that made any sense.
I was slowely sipping on my drink when someone came up and sat down next to me. I glanced at him quickly before turning back to my drink.
"A beer. Cheapest you got," The man said. He put some money down for the bartender and then turned to me.
"How are you doing, good looking?" he asked me, smiling as if he had told the funniest joke ever. I slightly smiled back.
"Good, thanks," I wasn't all too sure if I wanted to continue this conversation.
"My name's Dean. Dean Winchester," he said, "Might I ask what yours is?" He winked.
"Elisia Striker," this was turning awkward fairly quickly. I looked around for either Corey or Lylian, but neither of them were around. Well, I guess it was time to make a fool of myself yet again.
~Time Skip~
Yep, everything had gone downhill. I had been trying to continue the conversation, but we had run out of topics to talk about.
"I'm going to go and see where my friends went," I said. I got out of my seat and left before he could say anything.
I first glanced around the crowded bar. Nope, I didn't see either of them. Then, I went to the woman's restroom. Still no one. After going through the whole bar, I had begun to panic. I called both of them, surprisingly with no response. I was really worried.
"Did you find your friends?" Dean asked. I shook my head no and pushed some money across the counter.
"They've mysteriously disappeared," I said. I was mad. Thinking about it, they had probably left me without a second thought. What great friends I had!
"Do you need a ride home?" Dean asked me. I thought about it a little bit. Could I trust him?
"Yeah, that'd be great," I said. Dean stood up.
Let me grab my little brother and we'll go," he said. I followed Dean into the crowd and to a shaggy-haired guy awkwardly standing on the other side.
"Sammy! It's time to go!" Dean said, clapping him on the back, "Sam, Elisia. Elisia, Sam. Her friends ditched her, so we're giving her a ride home.
Sam stuck his hand out to shake, "Nice to meet you, Elisia." He seemed nice.
We were all walking out to Dean's car when I noticed something. Two people were in the nearby alleyway; one was lying down and looked suspiciously like Lylian and the other was standing and looked like Corey.
"Hey! Corey! Lylian!" I walked towards the pair, Sam and Dean following behind. Moving closer, I realized that everything about this situation was horribly wrong.
Lylian was lying in a pool of blood, the blood gushing from a wound on her neck. She wasn't moving and her eyes had rolled back slightly into her head. I knew immediately that she was dead. The only thing that stopped me from rushing to her, however, was Corey.
Corey had a bloodied knife in her hand and her eyes flashed black, all of her eye turning cold and dark. She also had an uncharacteristic smile on her face.
"Ah, Elisia, I've been waiting for you," She moved rather quickly towards me and held the knife up to my throat, "Now the real fun can begin."
"Elisia!" I heard Sam call. Corey moved to look past my shoulder.
"The Winchester brothers. Of course! What a fun surprise!" She slowly ran the knife across my throat. It stung, and there was blood, but I knew she hadn't cut deep. I knew all about these sorts of things.
I pushed her away. Dean ran up and grabbed me. He was holding a gun of a sort and had a look of panic on his face.
"Get back!" he said, pushing me to Sam, "Take her to the car and get her fixed up. I'll take care of this."
Sam grabbed my hand and began to pull me away, but before we could get far enough back, I saw Corey slit her own throat and a cloud of black smoke escape her mouth
"C'mon, we have to clean you up," he said, pulling me towards a black '67 Chevy Impala. This was my dream car, and I would have freaked out, but I was beginning to feel a bit woozy. Apparently she had cut deeper than I had thought.
"Sit down here," Sam said, opening the back seat door and gesturing inside. I scooted in slightly so Sam could get in as well. He grabbed a pretty heavy duty first aid kit from the glove compartment and then came back and sat by me.
"Here, lift your head," I was glad my hair was short, it allowed him less trouble getting to the cut.
"It won't need stitches.." He was mumbling to himself as he got a bandage.
"So what was that thing?" I asked, feeling better after he had wrapped it up.
"It was a demon," Dean said, walking up to the Impala. Apparently he had heard my question, "Do you have any idea why it was after you?"
"Up until now, I didn't even know they existed! And how am I supposed to even believe you? We just barely met and you're telling me I'm being pursued by a fricken child's tale!" Now I was frustrated. I had seen something, but I couldn't explain it and the explanation given by these two seemed absolutely insane.
"How else would you explain your friend's behavior? Looking at her, she doesn't seem like the homicidal/suicidal type," Dean said.
"She isn't….wasn't," I said, looking up. How in the hell did I get myself into this situation?
"So if this WAS a demon and it WAS after me, how do we get rid of it, kill it, whatever?" I asked.
"That's the thing, we," Sam was interrupted by a piercing police siren," Crap, we can't talk now. Can you come with us tonight? We can't trust you to be alone."
"My stuff's at the college…" I trailed off. Dean had already started the engine.
"Give me directions."