I got the Idea of writing this fanfic by listening to Vermillion/Vermillon by Slipknot
-It wasn't there fault that Jack Left.
It was mine and only mine.
When a nephilim is born everything is thrown out of whack.
Sam and Dean and Castiel took me in and raised me when I was just a little girl. When I begged them to put me in school, they did so, even if Jack teased me a little. I wanted to be normal for once. But knowing there were demons and angels lurching around waiting to pounce forced me to learn how to kill. How to kill for Jack. I never hunted though. And I had to always keep a watch on Jack to make sure he didn't go crazy.
I don't know my mother or father. All I know is that I was raised by strong men. Even though they were killers. They showed me that everything was grey. That evil wasn't really evil and that even good was corrupt. There was no black or white in a world gone mad.
But what the hell was going on in this universe. Yet another nephilim was being born. Two in one universe at the same time was destined for trouble.
"What if the baby isn't like you Jack!"
"The baby will be. I know it."
And like that he puffed away. Not saying his goodbyes. His powers were getting stronger everyday.
"Anderson." The teacher said firmly. My attention snapped back to her and I looked at the board and finally began to pay attention. My grades were amazing, but Dean or Sam or Cas didn't know that of course because they never seemed to ask or care. These days, all they do is look for Jack and I understand why. I just wished they noticed me once in awhile.
My real name, you may ask. Eve Winchester.
I know, it's kind of ironic being called the mother of creation, but my mother gave it to me. Honestly, my first name is mine and my last name, the Winchester's. I was apart of them, of course. I was their family. But I wasn't at the same time.
It was the last period of the day and I put all of my books in my locker as Clarice, a strange girl at my school (also my only friend) came up and tapped me on my shoulder.
"What are you doing, your class is in the other building you should be running right now." I said.
"I wanna do something bad."
"Like?"
"Skip." Her voice trailed off, waiting for my reaction. It was a good Idea. The day drug it's feet and I was already waiting patiently for it to end. If I got caught they wouldn't care. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked outside. My heart should have been pounding, screaming, telling me to go the other way. But it kept it's cool like it always did.
I was the most level headed out of the small Winchester family. I tried to be kind and nice. But it was hard with so much death. My small slice of family tried to shield me from all the killing and mayhem they caused. I had seen them kill before.
Clarice and I are the same, almost. She's empty, like me.
We walked right through the front door and I wondered where we would go but said nothing. I only walked.
I had only been to Clarice's house once before and it was full of silence and secretes and nothingness. The kinda nothingness that lasts a while, even after you were long gone.
I usually rode my bike to school. No one in the house woke up that early and I didn't want to wake them up. They were all grumpy in the morning. She doesn't know just how early I get up to ride several miles just to meet up with her. Then go to school. I did all of this for normacie. But all I got in return was boredom.
We rode long, for an hour almost and I knew school was over. I was told that someone would pick me up everytime at the end of the day, but of course, that wasn't true. So I had some breathing room of when I should come home.
Clarice rode in front of me. Her black hair bounced and fell in the in wind. One of her hand held out and caught the air and her light brown school skirt just floated and bounced happily. Her tucked in white shirt couldn't be seen as it was covered by her brown school given sweater that almost none of the girls wore out of school. It was oddly warm for the end of Winter which was probably global warming. You could almost see her freckled, rose-y cheeks when her hair moved at just the right place. She had red, slightly full lips, and big round eyes that gave my heart a pull every time I looked into them. But they were so cold. Something scary hide behind them, but I never let myself peek that far into her. I think I liked her. But I didn't know. I quicken my pase to catch up with her but she was always ahead of me. Always.
The road was straight ahead and lead us out of town.
"Where do you wanna go, Eve." The way the light caught her face killed me. It was just too perfect and forced like someone was making a movie of us. But this was so real. Her nose was cartoonish and was made up of a round bubble and a thin bridge.
"Anywhere but here." I answered. Something miraculous happened. She reached out to me, her hands wide and giving as she offered me her hand to hold. I upheld that offer and grabbed her cold fingers. My hands began to feel even colder as I tightened my grip. Not wanting to let go. I was told my hands were Lukewarm.
I was once told I was lukewarm.
We rode like this for awhile. There was no call from Dean or Sam or Cas. There was nothing. We rode all the way to the dollar theater. I had some cash left over from my birthday. Our hands didn't let go as we entered the booth to take pictures and watched a horror movie simply about murder and nothing more.
There was a cabin in the woods that a blond, empty headed girl (who was of course popular) and her boyfriend, a girl with black hair and glasses (the nerd), and a horny couple decided to go to escape and get high. Some alcohol mixed into the business. A man with a mask took them out one by one in a bloody mess.
It was a simple movie. Predictable, to say the least, but intriguing. There was evil in the human race, yes, but evil was okay at times.
Evil was okay at times.
This thought echoed through my head and as it stayed there it became to feel more real and comfortable.
It was night time. Neither of us were scared about parents. We were both calm.
So.
Calm.
We walked towards our bikes but looked around as someone called for us.
"Girls. Where ya going? If you need help, we can take you home." Someone's father said with a charming, real smile. His eyes glimmered in the moonlight.
"No thank you-" I was interrupted by Clarice.
"We'd love a ride." Her smile was wide as she jumped in the car and waited for me.
I had watched my fair share of movies and this reminded me a little too much of Jennifer's Body; How Jennifer walked into the band members car, how her friend didn't go with her, how she was murdered and became an evil, hot bitch. I couldn't let Clarice be Jennifer.
I jumped into the car, my bookbag close to my body, and I waited awkwardly to go home. My heart didn't pound. This all seemed too, rehearsed. We told the man where we lived and he happily took us there. Or as so we thought. The car ride was the shortest in history but lasted so long. The roads didn't changed or move, they just went straight.
The car was almost there, I could see the sign of the town right there. The man's headlights burned on the sign as he parked on the side on the road. I felt like that blond in those scary movies, "Do go in there!" I could almost hear someone scream. It was too late.
The man was young, but old. He had a mustache (first red flag) and round, vintage glasses. He just sat there looking forward. I glanced at Clarice and her face wasn't scared. She said nothing. Did she know? Did she want this?
She wasn't stupid and we didn't live in the 60's or 50's. Bad was everywhere and everywhere was bad.
"How old are you girls."
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
"Take us home." I said firmly.
He finally began turning around, the lock of the door clicked on and I tried to push it up with no prevail because he just clicked it down again.
"You girls knew what you were doing. You wanted this, didn't you?" No. I don't think we did. I swallowed hard, my legs pressing against each other. I pushed my back into the seat, attempting to distance myself.
He moved his old hands and touched my leg and moved it up. I froze but quickly smacked it away.
My eye's watered as my hearing faded in and out, in and out. Blood was splattered all over my face and skirt and white, white shirt. Brain matter, it seemed, was stuck to my face and the windshield.
Clarice did this on purpose. This was her chance, wasn't it?
A Silver gun still pointed in the air.
The gun was thick and big. It had enough force to evaporate the man's brains.
Yeah, that's right. This whole time her hand was in her bag. Even while he was driving. It all happened so fast, even she seemed stunned. Adrenaline rushed through my body as a light bulb turned on in my body. I slowly removed the gun from her still hands and shoved it into my bag. She did this not me. Why did I feel like this was my doing.
I finally opened the car door and unbuttoned my shirt. My white bra underneath. I didn't care how bare I was. I had to fix this. I put on my black gloves that were originally bought to show my rebellion but now where to. Fix this.
"Take your shirt off." I instructed and she did so. I got the lighter from my bag and torched the shirts. I opened the door on the driver's side and wanked the man out from his feet and dragged him into the woods. "Go somewhere and get a shovel and some shirts and pants and lots and lots of water." I handed her the rest of my birthday money. She quickly went to the gas station and was back in thirty minutes but I wasn't counting. My heart beats were slow and pounded hard. So. Hard.
I began digging a deep enough grave which took hours, even with Clarice's help. We said nothing.
We threw his body into the shallow grave. I dumped the rest of our clothes in there. I threw a couple matches in too, making sure it burned. He burned.
I poured all the bottles of water in the man's car and scrubbed it down. Even putting some on the ground to get the blood stains out of it. I scrubbed until my fingers were burning, yelling at me to stop. I got a big rock from outside and put it through the window. Making sure there was none left. Clarice and I drove the car hours and hours out of town and left it in some alley.
"How are we gonna get home?" Clarice asked, not an ounce of emotion in her system.
"I have to call someone." I didn't even notice how dry and how much my thoat acked.
We waited outside of an old dinner full of truckers. That black impala came in a couple hours. Some people glared at us curiously as they left and some even asked if we were fine. But we didn't answer. "Don't tell anyone." I said as we walked towards the car.
"Same for you." She answered.
We entered the car. Dean and Castiel both looked back at us before moving. This car was so smoothe. So smooth.
I had never been so thoughtless in my whole life. I was snapped out of my world when Dean spoke up, "So any of you girls gonna tell me what happened?" He said in a stern, gravelly voice. Clarice and I looked at eachother for a couple seconds. Waiting for someone to speak up.
"We got bored of school and went to my house for a couple hours."
"Yeah." I said. I looked at the fallen angel, Cas. He looked like he had seen something before, like he had seen a ghost.
"Yep." Clarice was so animated as she talked. If I didn't know what happened, I would think it was all genuine.
"Wait, so you're telling me-" Dean paused, " That you walked through the woods, got really dirty. Changed clothes. And just walked hours out of town?" I nodded. I couldn't look Dean in the eye. I only gazed at my sweat-pant covered thighs.
"Yep, that's what I'm telling ya." Clarice said.
"And you skipped school to do all of this?" Cas asked.
I was 7 seconds behind the outside world. My mental clock clicking slowly. But after a second or two I finally nodded.
"Yeah." I said.
Castiel and Dean almost looked relieved and ate up our story bit by bit.
Dean and Castiel took her home and the car ride to the bunker was silent. I entered the bunker and head downstairs and I saw Sam. Probably looking for Jack. "Where have you been, Ev-"
I sighed long and hard. My brain played a slow, winding song of silence and the hum of a blind man. I wrapped my arms around my body to hold myself up, my knees were weak and shaky. But I forced them to lock into place. My back slumped over and I gazed at the ground.
"What's wrong Eve? Sam asked, genuinely worried. I had not been like this in awhile. I forever.
I was only like this one time before when Jack flung me against the wall, but he swore he didn't mean to. I remembered how scared I was of him. He got so angry at me. Mostly because we got in this huge argument over nothing . I didn't deserve that though.
Since Jack's different, he's given a different set of rules than me.
1) Although eavesdropping is bad, if you do eavesdrop to hard, you can scramble someone's brains.
2) Humans are good.
3) Never murder unless need be.
5) Demons are sometimes good.
6) Everything is born good.
7) Don't use that mojo unless you need to.
8) Never just leave.
9) Family comes first.
10) Always protect us. And Eve.
This set of rules were important for him. Evil thoughts drown out the good ones sometime, or so Jack told me.
He deserved better than that. So much better. This thought shock me, brought me to my knees.
I ignored Sam and walked up the stairs, slowly closing the creeky, heavy door. My bedroom was heavily decorated with pictures of Dean and Castiel and Sam. Stars hung from the roof and the roof was painted midnight purple.
I relived the second over and over again of me watch Clarice's shoot that man dead.
I jumped on the bed and curled up into a ball.
