Amy Dumas found herself once again running across the cemetery, her heart pounding inside of her chest and the cold wind not only blowing through her hair and making it a mess but putting a lot of pressure on her exposed ears and making them numb. In the morning she would have an earache but that wasn't anything she could dwell on now. No now she had to keep running and get the vampire that was trying to get away from her. She and her friends had found a nest and they had gotten all but one of the vamps that it consisted of. Normally she didn't put that much effort into getting every single vampire but this one had ripped one of her favorite shirts and gave her a bloody nose so it had to pay.

She picked up the speed she was running at, eventually launching herself off a tombstone and grabbing the vampire by the shoulder and knocking it to the ground. She landed right on top of it, wincing as it tried to reach back and claw her in the face. "Mother fucker…" She tried to just drive her stake through its heart but it managed to elbow her in the face and push her off. Her cheek was throbbing now but she ignored it in favor of swiping the vamp's legs out from under it. It went crashing back down to the ground and she slammed the stake through it's heart, a small smile crossing her lips when it turned into dust seconds later. She didn't get too long to celebrate though. Something grabbed her by the back of the neck and lifted her up before flinging her away, sending her crashing to the ground about eight feet away.

"Amy!" Her friends Jay and Chris were running over her way. "AMY!"

She winced in pain and scrambled back up to her feet. It was a demon that had thrown her like she had weighed closed to nothing. It stood about six foot six and it was a bluish grayish color with a head and face that could only be compared to an octopus. "Holy shit," she muttered under her breath. She couldn't even begin to figure out what kind of demon it was and honestly, she wasn't looking to really find out. She just wanted to kill it so she could go home, shower and go to bed.

"I got him!" Chris grabbed the demon by the arms and did his best to restrain it. "Kill it!" he yelled at Jay. "Kill it kill it kill it!"

Jay raised the dagger he was holding up but before he could use it the demon leaned forward and threw Chris off, causing him to crash into Jay and they both went down to the ground. Amy ran at it full speed, giving it a dropkick that made it stumble back a couple of steps. Shit. That hadn't really had the impact that she had been hoping it would be having. She rolled back up to her feet and ducked one of its massive arms as it swung at her head. "Mother fucker…" She kicked it in the stomach and placed both of her hands on its shoulders and jumped up on to it, attempting to take it down with a hurricarana. It stayed firmly on its feet though and even attempted to smash her head up against the nearest crypt. She managed to sit herself up though just in time and started punching it right in the head.

"Some help would be nice here!"

"I got it I got it!" Jay got Chris pushed off of him and dove forward, driving his dagger deep into the demon's chest.

"Whoa!" Amy cried out as the demon fell on to its back with her still on it. "Holy shit…"

"Well that was just all kinds of fun," Jay said dryly. He grabbed Amy by her arms and pulled her up to her feet. "I believe you both owe me ten bucks since I am the Slay Master for tonight."

Amy snorted loudly at that. "You? What are you talking about? I killed more of those vamps than either one of you did."

"I got that demon didn't I?"

"Yeah, with me blocking its face so you couldn't see it." She noticed she now had stains on her pants and she groaned out loud. "Damn it."

"Well that's what you get for blocking its face with your crotch," Jay said matter of factly. He bent down and helped Chris up to his feet. "You okay there buddy?"

Chris shook his head. His eyes were squeezed shut in pain and his teeth were clenched tightly together. "I think I threw my back out again."

"Again?" Jay shook his head incredulously. "Didn't you just claim earlier that you were all better?"

"Well obviously I was wrong." Chris sucked in a harsh breath and opened his eyes to give them a glare. "Well are you just going to stand there or help me?"

Amy and Jay both exchanged looks. For a moment it was really tempting to just push Chris's cranky ass back down and just leave him there but they ultimately decided to help him back to their apartment. "You're lucky we love you," Amy informed him. "And feel sorry for you."

"Hey, me saving your asses is why my back is fucked up in the first place," Chris reminded them. "So maybe a little gratitude here people?" When he was right he was right. Two weeks ago she and Jay had gotten cornered by this giant demon that was literally about to kill them when Chris came in and saved their asses. His back had been thrown completely out and tonight had been his first night back out hunting with them. Obviously though, tonight had been way WAY too soon.

"I'll show you my gratitude," Jay promised. A lecherous look crossed his face and Amy found herself rolling her eyes. "I'll show you it all-"

"Okay I don't even want to hear that." Amy gave them both a death glare to put a permanent end to that conversation. The two of them were a couple while she was the odd one out and it was hard as hell sharing a home with them. It really really was. Sometimes she wondered why she put up with being the third wheel but then remembered that if she didn't live with them, she would be royally fucked. She was flat broke and wouldn't even be able to afford a shitty apartment in a freaking ghetto. She would be homeless again, just like she had been during her teenaged years. She had run away from home at the age of fourteen and had braved the streets until the age of eighteen, when she had met a demon hunter by the name of Matt Hardy.

Matt…she hadn't really thought about him for awhile. They had dated for six years and he had gotten her into his world of demon hunting. Living on the streets had made her aware of what went bump in the night way before she had met him but it wasn't until him that she began to fight back. The way she saw it, since she couldn't provide society any other real contributions, she would hunt and help to protect the innocent. It was a job to her. But to him, it had been an obsession. An unhealthy, all consuming obsession that eventually drove away the people around him. She had tried to hang on and make things work for as long as she could, but after a year and a half of misery she had been forced to give up. She just couldn't put up with it anymore.

That had been three years ago. Since then she had seen Matt maybe a handful of times. The last time had been about six months ago, when he had been shacked up with some prostitute named Ashley and he had been taking out a nest of fire demons by the beach. She didn't even know whether he was still alive though or not.

As it always did, thoughts about Matt made her think about his younger brother Jeff. He had been fifteen when she had met him and he had been just the sweetest boy. Over time though, Matt's constant demon obsession and him driving Jeff to turn into him had twisted the sweet boy she had met into a recluse that she barely could even talk to anymore. He rarely came out of his house and when he did or when she went over there it was hard to believe he was even the same person sometimes.

"Amy? Yo Amy? Are you with us?"

Amy blinked, forced out of her thoughts by Jay's voice. "Yeah," she nodded. "I'm here. I'm fine."

Her answer really wasn't believable in the least but neither Jay or Chris pushed her anymore on the subject. They walked the rest of the way home in silence. Once they were there Jay and Chris went to their room and Amy flopped down on the couch, intending to just relax for a few minutes before she got back up to take her bath. But exhaustion overtook her when she wasn't expecting it and within seconds she was completely passed out.

…

She was running again. Through a forest this time. The branches were all hitting her face as she went, slicing her face with small scratches. Unlike in the cemetery earlier, she was the chased, not the chaser. What was after her though, she didn't even know. It was filling her with sheer terror though and she picked up the pace of her running to try to get away from it. It was so dark that she was running pretty much completely blind, which only made her more terrified.

She ducked down lower to try to avoid the majority of the branches but after running another ten feet the ground below her turned into a sharp hill and she fell down it, landing awkwardly on top of her left leg and rolling down it, not stopping until she hit a large rock that was at the bottom. The impact made her groan and she just laid there for awhile, trying not to pass out from the pain.

When the pain finally subsided somewhat she forced herself back up to her feet. The moon was providing at least a little bit of light so she was able to kind of see where she was going as she started walking once again. Her side was killing her now but she sucked it up and kept going, eventually finding herself in front of a giant oak tree with a hooded figure hanging from a rope around its neck. The figure was huge, nearly seven feet tall at the very least. Her instincts screamed at her to run but her feet didn't obey. Instead they took her closer to the thing and her hand raised up automatically to try to reach out and touch it.

The figure's head suddenly snapped up and it glared at her with bright red eyes. She let out a startled scream and started trying to get away. A whole bunch of hands grabbed her legs though and she found herself being pulled down…

Amy shot straight up, gasping for breath and covered in a cold sweat. She was still on the couch and the back of her neck was stiff from the way she had been laying. She put her hand over her chest, trying to will her heartbeat to slow down. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and a glance at the clock hanging on the wall let her know it as nine in the morning now. "Fuck." She slowly got up to her feet and stretched out, rubbing the back of her neck and yawning loudly as she went upstairs. She could hear Jay and Chris both snoring from in their rooms and it made her shake her head as she went into her room and grabbed herself a change of clothes before getting in the shower. She stayed in there for nearly an hour, just letting the hot water soothe her muscles after she was done getting washed up. The water eventually turned cold on her and that was when she got off, dried herself off, got dressed and left the bathroom just in time to hear a loud pounding on the door. "I'm coming!" She rand down the steps as the pounding only got louder. "I'm coming damn it! Just hold your horses!" She practically ran the rest of the way to the door, her eyes widening when she found Steve Austin on the other side of it. "Hey!"

Steve nodded at her and stepped inside. "Amy." He grunted as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight. They had met through Matt several years ago and he had become a father figure of sorts for her. It had taken him awhile to warm up to her; for the longest time she had thought he had hated her. But eventually they had gotten close and after a moment of trying to be difficult just because that was the way he hugged her back. "You've been watching the news?"

"No." She let him go and frowned. "Why? What's the matter?"

He shook his head and held up the newspaper he was holding. "Omens."

"Omens?"

"Mhm. Fourteen reports of blood coming from sinks, two babies born with snakes coming out of their eye sockets and seven people boiled alive in their bathtubs-"

"Whaaat?" Amy shook her head and stared at him in shock. So maybe it was a good thing I didn't get in the shower last night.

"Yeah." Steve walked into the kitchen and she quickly followed him. "It's fucking all apocalypse shit." He placed the paper down on the table. "Where's Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass?"

"Still in bed," she told him. "You want me to get them up?"

"Well considering the situation-"

THUMP!

Steve and Amy both frowned and looked towards the back door, where the noise came from. "What the hell…"

Amy went back and opened the door, her eyes widening when she saw a dead sparrow laying there. It's bloody body print stained the glass on the door, showing where exactly it had crashed and burned out. "Oh my goodness…poor thing…"

"Amy close the door," Steve said sharply.

"Poor birdie." Amy got down on her knees and was too absorbed in the animal to really get the urgency in Steve's voice. She loved animals and this just really screwed her up to see.

"Amy close the door!"

"Steve I-" She yelped as she was suddenly grabbed roughly by the arm and yanked back inside. "ST-" She stopped in mid-word and gasped as Steve slammed the door shut just as an entire flock of birds flew at them top speed and smashed themselves into the door and falling dead on top of the first one.