The Legend of Bloody Mary

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural, and I'm not making any money from this fic. I also don't own the original concept of the legend of Bloody Mary. Any characters you don't recognise from the show, I probably own. I also don't own the stories the girls tell each other

Summary: Clarissa and a group of friends get more than they bargained for when they try out the legend of Bloody Mary. Now, they're marked… And the only ones able to save them are two people who shouldn't even exist in real life

Warning(s): Horror; violence; original characters; spoilers

Author's Note: This idea just came to me, and so I'm starting to write it. I hope people enjoy this fic!

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I never expected anything of this nature to be real.

I can't get the screaming or the crying out of my head now. I still wake up shivering, feeling scared. The nightmare's over now – but the effects are still there. I can't believe we were so stupid. But we were young, and innocent – and knew nothing of the horrors that truly existed in this world.

I still fear mirrors – especially at night. I'm never sure exactly what I'll see when I look into them.

But it's over… now.

Do you want to know what happened? Then come closer, and I'll tell you the story. But make sure you stay in the light, where I can see you.

Let me think back… Sometimes it seems so long ago, other times as if it only happened yesterday. Where did it all start…?

Ah, there it is… Picture a group of giggling teenage girls at a sleepover. Can you see them? Look – they don't have a care in the world. Everyone seems so happy, so innocent…

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"Girls, keep the noise down, please!" The woman's voice cut through the laughter, and one of the teenagers instantly made exaggerated shushing motions to the others.

The five friends definitely didn't want to be told to go to bed – especially not this early. They hadn't even started watching any of the films – and they wanted to stay up all night. Certain things demanded their attention, and definitely the first season – which had finally come out on DVD – of Supernatural.

The teenagers couldn't have been more different. Red-haired, freckled Ashley bounced up and down excitedly, for once not encumbered by the boyish clothes she wore around the house and when she was outside.

Overweight, brown-haired Krista cast a worried glance towards the door, as though expecting the woman to come up and shout at them for being so loud.

Blonde-haired Stacey, one of the most popular teenagers in school, simply studied her fingernails with a patently bored expression on her face – but not fooling anyone.

With dyed-green hair, pale skin, and innumerable piercings, Lara – who claimed to be a 'Goth' – rolled her eyes, and studied the others with a scowl on her face, having already said that she had better things to do than this.

Clarissa – with black hair and pale skin that had caused her to be called a 'vampire' by some people – seemed unworried by her mother calling up the stairs, and simply took the plastic wrapping off the DVD set. "Don't pay any attention to her," she said. "She's just annoyed because her boyfriend stood her up."

"Oh, there's a big surprise." Stacey tapped her fingers impatiently against her thigh. "I don't know why you wanted us all to get together like this – look at how far apart we've all grown during this time." This comment was mostly addressed to Krista – who flushed – and Lara, who just stared boldly back at the person who had once been a member of her closest friends.

"I think it's fun!" Ashley exclaimed giddily. "After all, how long has it been since the 'Spookies' got together?"

"Maybe Stacey's right," Krista said softly. "We're all different now…"

"Well, we're here anyway," Clarissa pointed out. "We might as well have fun, since it's only for one night. And, yes, after tonight, we can all go our separate ways – and never talk to each other again."

"I don't know why we're just going to sit around watching a DVD," Lara commented. "Don't you remember when we used to do fun things? You know, like spending the night in a haunted house just so that we could see some ghosts?"

"Heh… I remember that." For a moment, Ashley looked a little distant. "We got so freaked out when we saw that person in the mirror… But it just turned out to be ourselves reflected from our torches."

"Speaking of mirrors…" Clarissa began.

Instantly, she drew the attention of the other four to herself. Even Stacey was beginning to look interested. Clarissa had a distant look in her eyes, one that she always got whenever she began to tell a scary story.

"Yes?" Krista looked eager, leaning forward slightly.

"Well…" Clarissa studied her fingernails for a moment, enjoying the suspense that she was beginning to create. "This didn't happen to me – but I heard from a friend about this girl – fourteen or so. It was her birthday in about a week's time, and she hurried home really fast from school, because she wanted to see what her present was. Her older sister wouldn't let her have a look, though, until their parents got back."

"This is so stupid." Instantly, Stacey was hushed by the other three.

"Anyway…" Clarissa continued, ignoring the interruption. "When their parents got back, they said that they were going to be out that evening, and that the older sister was to look after the younger. The younger sister went online, and met a new friend in one of the chat-rooms. She told this person that her parents were going to be out and that her sister was also going out and leaving her alone. The person seemed worried – but the girl said that she had her dog to protect her.

"Once the sister was gone, the girl went out and started playing ball with her dog. Eventually, she went inside, had a shower, and got into bed. Before closing her eyes, she put her hand down, and the dog licked it.

"About an hour later, the girl heard a sound coming from downstairs. So, naturally, she went down to take a look, feeling really scared – but trying hard to be brave. So she took a look around, saw that no one was there, and went upstairs. She turned on the light, though, got into bed, and put her hand down for the dog to lick it.

"However, just at that moment, she looked into the mirror, and saw the dog had its throat cut, and that a man was licking her hand. The last thing she ever saw were the words scrawled in blood on the mirror.

"Humans can lick too."

All five jumped as the window rattled, and then exchanged nervous giggles.

"I've got one to tell…" With a smirk, Lara reached to turn the lamp off. It took a moment for their eyes to get used to the dark, and then Lara began:

"On the country road near here, a newly married couple were driving along when they saw an accident in front of them. Naturally, they stopped to see if there was anything they could do to help, and found a little girl – about seven years old – standing by the car. The husband went to see if there was anyone else unhurt in the car while his wife comforted the girl and took her into their car.

"The man eventually got into the car, and commented to his wife that the other people in the car had all had their throats slashed. When there was no response from her, he started to shake her awake, but then realised that she was dead – her neck had been cut.

"And there was no sign of the little girl…"

The five sat in silence for a moment, looking at each others' pale faces. Then, Stacey spoke up:

"What about the legend of Bloody Mary?"

"Bloody Mary?" Ashley repeated, frowning a little. "That name sounds really familiar…"

"She was a mutilated bride…" Lara commented. "Or a woman who died in a car crash – I'm not sure anyone really knows exactly who she is."

"Wasn't that the nickname given to Mary I?" Krista frowned. "You know… because of all the people she burned at the stake."

Stacey folded her arms and scowled. "Do you want to hear this or don't you?"

"Yeah, go on." Clarissa smiled. "This should be fun to listen to." For a moment, it seemed like all of the hostilities had been stripped away, and the five teenagers were as close friends as they had ever been.

"Mary lived hundreds of years ago, and it's said that she was married to this really handsome guy, but after she gave birth to their child – a daughter – he ran away from her. His desertion caused her to go insane, and she eventually killed the baby by cutting her up, and then slit her own wrists. But because she murdered her baby, she's cursed to wander the earth for eternity, seeking the child she lost. If you stand in front of the bathroom mirror at midnight and say, 'Bloody Mary' three times, she'll mark you, and then you have to find a child to give her within a week, otherwise she'll kill you."

Once again, silence fell, and the teenagers shifted slightly uncomfortably, eyeing each other. None could deny being just a little freaked out by the stories they had just been telling each other.

Finally, it was Ashley who broke the silence. "You know… it's almost midnight."

Lara laughed, and clapped her hands. "Then why don't we go into the bathroom and say 'Bloody Mary' three times in the bathroom mirror?"

"I don't want to," Krista protested, glancing nervously towards the door.

"It's just a silly superstition," Clarissa said. "There's no harm in it whatsoever."

"I'm game." Stacey stared hard at Clarissa and Lara, as if daring them to argue with her.

"Me too!" Ashley exclaimed.

"Then I guess I'll come as well," Krista muttered. "You know… just so that I'm not the only one left out."

"We've got to be quiet, though," Clarissa said. "My parents will probably be asleep by now. We don't want to wake them up."

"Oh, no, we wouldn't want to wake them up." Stacey rolled her eyes, and then got off her sleeping bag before heading towards the door. Despite her words, though, she eased it quietly open before peeking out onto the landing. "The coast's clear." She headed out of the door, and onto the landing.

Krista followed Stacey out, a little hesitantly.

Lara was the next person out of the room. She fingered her left eyebrow, as if wondering how well a piercing would work there.

Clarissa and then Ashley left, and the five teenagers headed into the bathroom.

Lara moved to the door, and closed it. The light was already off, so the teenagers were left in almost pitch darkness. The five joined hands, and stared into the mirror, their pale faces hardly reflecting at all.

"After three…" Clarissa said quietly.

"One." That was Stacey.

"Two." Ashley.

"Three!" Lara.

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary."

The five stood in silence for a moment, and then Krista let out a squeal that immediately drew violent shushing sounds from everyone else.

"Sorry…" Krista muttered. "Ashley poked me."

"Well… That was a waste of time." Stacey stalked out of the bathroom, closely followed by the others, all looking a bit disappointed – but mostly relieved.

As a result, none of them noticed the black-haired woman with bloody scratches on her face that appeared in the mirror…

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Sam jerked awake, and looked around, sitting up slightly before realising that he was in Dean's car.

"You all right?" Dean glanced sideways at his brother. The question was seemingly casual enough, but Sam knew Dean well enough to realise the undercurrent of concern in his brother's voice and eyes.

"Yeah… I'm fine." Sam frowned, glancing out of the window a moment. "I had one of those dreams."

Dean sighed. "What was it this time?" he asked. "Which part of the country are you sending us to now?"

Sam shook his head, frowning slightly. "I couldn't see that…" he admitted. "Couldn't tell it, either. I just saw a group of girls standing in front of a mirror – in a bathroom, I think – and they summoned her. Bloody Mary," he clarified, in case Dean couldn't tell who he was talking about.

"You mean she's back?" Dean shook his head slightly. "Great. New mirror to smash, I take it."

"It's not the same Mary," Sam said. "Just another who fits the standard legend – woman named Mary; died in front of a mirror."

"Did you actually see her?" Dean asked, keeping his head turned to the road even as he held the conversation with Sam.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. But she appeared after the girls left the room. Her face was covered with these bloody scratches…"

"Anything…" Before Dean could continue, his eyes widened, as he suddenly saw a woman with long dark hair on the road in front of them. I swear she wasn't there before! He veered to the side, and then it felt as if invisible hands had hold of the car and were guiding it. Dean had just enough time to notice a strange gap between the cliffs that decorated the side of the road as the Impala sped towards it.

As the car crashed through the gap, the Winchesters lost consciousness.

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David hesitated on taking his usual shortcut through the graveyard. For some reason, the place struck him as particularly spooky that night.

Must be the moonlight and the way it reflects off the stones…

Still, the soccer player didn't exactly have much choice. Due to practice overrunning, he was much later than he should have been, and if he didn't take the shortcut, he would be so much later.

Taking a deep breath, David pushed open the gates, and stepped into the graveyard. He started walking hurriedly, making his way past the graves that were all around.

Abruptly, the sound of a baby crying echoed through the graveyard.

David squinted through the darkness, and thought he saw a dark-haired woman holding a bundle in her arms. "Hey…!" He started towards her, and then stopped as she lifted her face to him, hardly able to contain his gasp of shock.

Blood ran down from the woman's eyes, looking as if she were crying tears of blood. He could make out horrific scars on her face, as if she had been viciously scratched.

The next thing David knew, pain exploded in his forehead, and then he crumpled to the ground at the woman's feet.