Chapter 2

"Hey Dean, you need to hear this…" Sam was looking at his lap top in a hotel room in God-knows-where as Dean was watching T.V. "A delivery driver in California had his hands melted off. The authorities believe he got a flesh eating virus from the bar he frequents…"

"Flesh eating disease? That's scary, but not our problem…" Dean reminded Sam.

"The man said his hands were dissolved by some kind of black gooey substance that no one can identify, and he was able to kill it with soap. Doesn't sound like any flesh eating bacteria I've heard of."

Dean looked at Sam. "You think a Leviathan had something to do with that? Why didn't they just eat the whole guy? "

"The Leviathans did experiments on humans with food additives…maybe this is another one of their experiments gone wrong. I think we should check it out."

"Oooooo, California," Dean said with anticipation. "Swimming pools, movie stars!"

"We're going to Sacramento."

"Oh crap, cow town. Oh well, lets' go anyway."

The next day, Becky Rosen's new boss met her in the lobby that led her in past the security door. Becky was all smiles on the elevator ride, all the way to her brand new cubicle. She had wanted to work at this particular Sacramento State building ever since she first started hearing about it in the news. It was all part of her plan to reinvent herself in California. "It's not the most exciting job in the world, but I'm sure you'll fit right in," her boss told her. Becky bit her lip; she was hopeful, but in truth she never fit in anywhere.

At lunchtime she wandered around the break room. It seemed like everyone that worked there was in a click, all sitting together and talking loudly. Becky saw a woman sitting by herself reading in the corner. The woman looked to be in her early thirties and was wearing cute clothes. She was chubby, but her weight seemed to be evenly distributed. Over all, she wasn't bad looking. She had long hair and large eyes. When Becky approached, she saw the woman was reading "Sleeping Beauty" by Anne Rice.

Becky stood next to the reading woman.

"Hi! I'm Becky!" Becky smiled.

The woman glanced up.

"Hi Becky!" she said and went right back to reading, ignoring Becky.

"We work in the same unit," Becky said undaunted. "I think you sit in the cubicle next to mine. Today is my first day…so do you think this building is haunted, or cursed?"

"What?" The woman put her book down. Obviously Becky wasn't going away.

"There are always windows popping out and freak accidents happening around here…"

"The building wasn't built right to start with," the woman said. "They've been trying to move all of us to another building, but there's so much red tape involved, and with the budget cuts…"

"But what about the man who lost his hands? Don't you think something strange is going on around here? Isn't that exciting?"

"Wow! Aren't you a ghoul!"

"No, I'm human." Becky didn't get what the woman meant. The woman picked up her book to begin reading again.

Becky asked, "Do you know the guy? Do you ever talk to him?"

"I don't talk to anyone around here," the woman answered. "I used to talk to people, but then they'd look at me funny, so I stopped talking to them."

"I have the same problem," Becky sighed.

"Gee, I wonder why," the woman answered. "So, do you like Anne Rice?"

"I love Anne Rice!"

"Well, have a seat then," the woman put out her hand. "My name is Teri Pacer, and you are?"

"Um, I just told you."

"Back then I didn't care."

"It's Becky Rosen," she said as she sat down and pulled out her favorite book.

"What are you reading?"

"It's called Supernatural. It's about two hot brothers that kill monsters. It's the most amazing book series ever! The author is my ex-boyfriend."

"That's really cool!"

"You can barrow this if you want, I have another copy at home," she handed the book to Teri.

"Cool, thanks!" Teri looked the book over. "Wow, the cover art is cheesy," she complained. "Is this a horror novel or a romance novel?"

"It's a biography," Becky smiled.

Teri looked at her with her eyebrows raised.