Okay, here is the usual disclaimer: I do not own supernatural, nor any character created by the show, nor some of the ones in this story 'cause I stole them from almost 'real' life (my friends). Nor am I making any money from this unless my friends try and bribe me not to put it up, but I will anyway, so alas no money.
A/N: It had been pointed out to me that my 'Rae Artemis Is Crazy' stories are a tad predictable and completely made of fluff. At first I was offended, but hey it's true! So here is my attempt at a darker story and a more complex storyline in general. Still no worries as I find character death impossible, except maybe my own character. Oh and it may take a little bit to get to the 'good' part but please persevere, it does get there.
Beta'd: morning sunlight whom is a wonderfully dedicated beta, without you I wouldn't be here…okay I might but my stories would be horribly unbeta'd and really bad!
Good writing to everyone
Serenity for all
Sincerely Rae Artemis
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Lakeside Propositions
Rae stared out her window at the moonlight filtering through the random clouds. With a sigh she turned back to her Canadian Literature homework.
"Why did I take this course?" She moaned looking at the stack of books she had to read over the weekend. "I should have taken Shakespeare but no, Canadian Lit. will be so educational. Next time I'm going with the easy 'A'."
Aimlessly she flipped a page in her book, trying to read the words, but while her eyes took in the words, her mind refused to understand them. The clock on her bedside table glowed with cheerful blood red numbers, showing that she had been glaring at the same page for five minutes, apparently. It was already 1:15 AM!
"Well, I'm not getting anything done and a break couldn't hurt anything…" Rae murmured softly, expecting lightening to strike her down for such study blasphemy. Lightening-strike free, she excitedly collected up her laptop and bundled up in warm clothes, as it was fall and the lake was cold. Her usual supplies rounded up, she left a note for her roommate:
'Have gone to lake to study, have cell.
Do not disturb unless a matter of life and death.
Seriously, someone had better be dying if you phone.
Back by dawn,
Rae.'
Humming happily she jumped in her car and sped off to the lake, her mind already sifting new story ideas and possible sequels to already posted stories.
Once at the lake, she all but ran to her writing table and assembled her essential writing materials: laptop, glasses apparently she was going blind in her 'old age', pack of flavoured mini cigars, Zippo lighter, back up notebook and pen if her computer died, cell phone and finally the student's best friend caffeine, in the form of Coca-Cola. Once set up, she lit a chocolate mint mini cigar, stretched out her fingers and flipped open her computer to a blank word document. Before long the sound of typing, cars on the highway and her vague mutterings were the only sounds to be heard in the almost perfectly still night.
A crack of a branch made Rae jump and dragged her out of her writing 'trance', after all it had only been little over a week since her sister had met Sam and Dean's 'friend' Meg. The thought of what could have happened still chilled Rae's blood, however Sam and Dean were busy trying to track down the blonde sociopath and had assured Rae that she was probably safe. There had been reports of Meg terrorizing European fans and some Aussies as well, so Rae felt secure at the lake.
"Hellfire! I was just getting to the cool bit. Sheesh, when did it get so bloody cold?" She groused to the night in general. "Makes me glad I don't live where there is winter." Rae lit up a second cigar and looked up at the night's sky, the reason she had put a halt to studying for the night.
The moon was bright and full, though there were some clouds moving towards it, the light was brilliant. Silver-lined shadows took on a life of their own as Rae scanned the tree line with some hope of visitors, specifically the Winchesters, who she hadn't seen for a while and was strangely beginning to miss. She knew it was important for them to see if it really was Meg out there but she missed them none the less. Even Dean who had made a habit of distracting her in her history class where only Rae could see him, Sam never bothered her; he was too interested in the lectures.
Peering into the gloom that pooled beneath the huge cedars, Rae jumped when she saw an outline of a person. She got up off the bench and began walking towards the shadow, hoping to be scared by Dean any minute. As she approached the night went dark as a cloud passed over the moon and stayed there, the shadow was swallowed up by the night. Unwilling to leave what little light was left she retreated to her bench; the park abruptly loosing the comfortable feeling it had always had before.
"No worries, chill out spaz. You've just been watching too many scary movies again is all." Rae muttered to herself, chiding herself for her fearful reaction. As an added bonus the song 'Bad Moon' by CCR began on her MP3 player. Since seeing the season finale of Supernatural the song had lost what charm it'd had once enjoyed. Rae looked up to the sky, hoping to take some courage from her namesake in the sky, but the moon was hidden behind a black cloud that refused to move, though other clouds flowed around.
"That's not right." Rae breathed out, her voice shaking with cold and fear.
"Very perceptive of you." An unfortunately familiar voice mocked from behind Rae, arrogance thick with every syllable.
"Time to go." Rae quipped as she dashed for her bag and the knife hidden within, hoping to make an escape but wanting to be prepared, just in case. Before she could get to the table, the shadow darted ahead and was waiting for her.
"Hello Rae, I thought it was about time I dropped by and said 'hi'. Seemed like the polite thing to do, you know, after meeting up with your sister and all. She's a sweet girl, bit of a talker though. It was all I could do not to choke the life out of her." Meg bared her teeth in the mockery of a smile. "I just had to tell you…I'm such a fan." She faked a big smile as she gushed out the sarcastic apparent in her voice.
"Okay, so this is a weird dream and I'll wake up in a minute to my annoying alarm, because no way do I really want to be here." Rae discreetly pinched the back of her left hand, hoping she was just having a bad dream.
"Here I'll help you with that." Meg bounded up with Rae's own knife and sliced the back of Rae's left hand, a red line appearing in the dim light.
"Ow!" Rae jumped back cradling her hand away from the demon. "Bitch!" She hissed out, fighting the pit of fear that had just opened in her stomach, along with the smaller pit of anger that Meg was using Rae's knife without asking, Rae was a little particular about that kind of thing.
"Oh that looks like it hurt, want me to kiss it better?" Meg batted her eyes as she licked the blade, making Rae gag as Meg cleaned the blood off the knife.
"This is not happening. Not happening." Rae slammed her eyes shut and then opened one hesitantly, Meg was nowhere to be seen and she sighed out in relief; until she felt her own blade against the back of her neck. "This is happening." Rae gasped out as Meg dragged her onto the bench and began to chat with Rae, as though they were at a sleep over or something.
"Good girl, I didn't have to hurt you again to make my point. You wouldn't believe how stubborn some people can be about this. For instance I was talking with this girl in…where was it? Somewhere in Australia and it took some convincing that I was real and that all the blood was real too. You wouldn't believe the mess I made. I think her parents now think the kid is suicidal now, oh well." Rae looked into Meg's eyes and saw the black demonic eyes and no sign of remorse. Meg giggled like a schoolgirl and sliced Rae's right hand.
"Hellfire! What the Hell was that for?" Rae gasped, her annoyance and fear fighting each other. She really wanted to tell Meg off but had a desire to keep breathing so she didn't.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself, it is a very nice knife and I do so love to play with nice toys." Meg smiled broadly at Rae, who bit back the automatic correction that knives weren't toys and were never to be 'played' with. "Anyway the reason I came was to say that I think you're on the wrong side."
"Huh?" Rae's jaw dropped in confusion and, for the moment, she forgot about the pain in her hands.
"You're writing for the good guys and let's face it sweetie, you would have so much more fun being bad and naughty." Meg flashed a knowing smile at Rae. "You know you want to."
"What? No! I would never-" Rae sputtered, trying to ignore the little voice in her head that was agreeing with Meg.
"Now don't be embarrassed we all…well all humans have a dark side and where's the fun in ignoring it? Being bad is so much more fun than being good." The blonde seemed to have a hard time saying 'good' but otherwise her speech was well polished, almost as if she were recruiting. It was this idea that snapped Rae from the semi-trance Meg's speech had put her in.
"I may not be 'good' but I'm definitely not evil, well at least not like 'evil' evil. I mean my sister has called me an evil genius but she meant it in a good way…I think."
"Funny you should bring up your sister, because well that was my next point actually." Meg held Rae's hands and squeezed them tight as Rae tried to pull away, causing a lot of pain in the spilt skin. "If you don't agree to 'join' my team, I'll go after your sister, it would be so easy for something to happen to her at work or driving home or out on the town…Really the possibilities are endless." She smiled a cold, empty smile, which only held the promise of violence.
"If you hurt my sister, I swear I will kill you." Rae growled out, still trying to free her hands but Meg held them tight and laughed. The tinkling laugh was like shards of glass on Rae's spine. "You know my father wants you to join the team but myself? I just love seeing those boys suffer and since they drop by your place all the time I think you may be important to them, at least a little. So killing you would well me worth my father being a bit annoyed with me. Hell I might even hurt your sister for fun, I'm sure she's a screamer." She smiled and brought up the knife in her right hand, while crushing Rae's wrists together with her left hand. "Oh that fear in your eyes is worth the lecture I'm going to get."
The severity of her situation began to dawn on Rae, not only was there a threat against her life, but also Meg was going to hurt her sister. Just as Dean was overly protective of Sam, Rae was terribly protective of her little sister Nicole; it was an older sibling's responsibility.
Rae's wrists were held fast in Meg's iron grasp so all she could do was kick out. She caught Meg in the right shoulder, trying to get her to drop the knife. Rae only managed to fall backwards off the bench, Meg continuing to hold Rae's wrist so hard the bones ground together, Rae felt something snap but there was no pain.
"Now, now the more you piss me off the slower I kill you." Meg sang out, jerking Rae to her feet, finally releasing her wrists as she threw Rae to the bench.
"Heads I kill you, tails I just torture you a lot." Meg dug a coin from her pocket and threw it high into the air, her attention intent on the coin.
Rae made a break for it, stumbling over familiar ground made mysterious by fear. She ran up the slight hill towards the parking lot, her car just in sight. Scrambling up the hill, Rae fought the urge to celebrate, if there was one thing she'd learned from horror movies it was never say 'I'm safe now' because THEN you will die. She ran across the parking lot, fumbling for her keys. As she did so, Rae found that her right wrist was broken and suddenly quite painful.
Cradling her now throbbing wrist, she slammed the keys into the lock. As the key turned Rae sighed with relief and pulled on the handle to open the door. It wouldn't budge; the door was unlocked but wouldn't open!
Rae looked down and saw a delicate hand on the door holding it closed; a prickling in her lower back informed her that Meg was behind her and still had the knife.
"Rae, do you want to guess how the coin landed?"
