A/N: I'm dedicating this episode to Jensen Ackles, who's appearing in the "My Bloody Valentine" remake that's coming out in 2009. The bad guy featured in this episode is based around the killer in the film but will be different in many ways.
5 Years Ago
For bored office secretary Gailyn Summerset, Valentine's Day is a time where, every year, she and her boyfriend would spend time at home, away from all the hassle of work, family and friends, and really concentrate on spicing up their relationship but not this year. Oh no, this year her ever-adventurous love of her life, Richard "Richie" Parker, practically bribed her into going on a "Valentine's Day" hiking trip with him to the back-end of nowhere with the simple promise that he'll shower her with so much love and affection that it'll make her both emotionally and physically sick but it's worth it though…or so she thought…
"How long until we get to this "Fork Mountain", Richie?" Gailyn asks stepping down the woodland trail, using her arms as balance as she paces herself down the stony slope after her boyfriend, who's busy reading the map.
"Not long now, babe!" He calls back to her, not turning round but instead focusing on the map, "It should be another 5-10 minutes down this trail and then we should be there to make up camp."
"Oh thank god! My feet are killing me!" She exclaims but in a way that's not harsh to Richie. As it's Valentine's Day and the weather's not particularly warm Gailyn made the decision of wearing a lavender, seamless, crew-neck top with a Minka down vest on top of it, wood-smoke coloured steep ravine pants and dark-brown Knightsbridge boots so they can keep her warm for the hike and sexy too but to no avail. The bitter wind and the lack of Sun made that near-impossible and she can't wait until they're wrapped up warm in their tent that will rid her of the cold that chills down her spine…
Later on, with the Sun now below the horizon and the Moon taking its place in the sky casting its waxen brilliance over the trees and mountains, Gailyn and Richie have managed to set up camp in a small clearing that's surrounded by many wild flowers and the trees (obviously!). With a small campfire blazing nicely Richie's sitting on a log that rests a few feet from the fire while Gailyn sits with her back towards him between his legs, toasting their marshmallows and laughing about the whole idea of this "hiking trip", not knowing that something's watching them from beyond the blackness of the trees, "So, what are we going to do for next Valentine's Day, huh? Climb up Mount Everest? Tightrope walk over Niagara Falls?" Gailyn asks with a laugh as her boyfriend squeezes her playfully with his broad arms, after all he does go to the gym a lot, "Hey! Don't make fun of my idea of us spending some quality time together. You gotta admit, we are completely alone now with no-one to bother or reach us."
He does have a point, Gailyn smiles to herself as she takes a bite of her nicely-toasted marshmallow, "You do prove a valid point. So, what can we possibly do in a situation like this?" She asks, her voice evidently leading him to only one answer.
Leaning down to whisper into her ear Richie replies mellifluously, "You know, we could carry on this conversation in the "bedroom", if you know what I mean?" She turns her head to see his eyebrows hinting at his "suggestion".
"Why Richie," she asks, getting onto her knees and looking at him with a sparkle in her eyes, "Whatever are you implying?" A smile slowly emerges from her beautiful, cherry-red lips, her white teeth shining in the moonlight.
Richie stands, from his sitting position on the log, slowly unzipping his jacket as he makes his way leisurely towards their tent, disappearing inside leaving her to ponder on his offer. Looking around there's really not much to do other than sit by the fire, staring at its fiery embrace.
Besides, it'll burn off some necessary calories! She agrees, her smile growing bigger as she follows him into the tent, her jacket also coming off before she's inside.
Moments later Richie and Gailyn are both crying out in pure pleasure as he's lying on his back while she's straddling on top of him, her arms up in the air like she's on a mechanical bull and her 36C's bouncing rhythmically along with the tempo, "Oh god! Oh yes! Yes Richie! That's it! Oh! Oh!" She cries as though she wants everyone to know that they're having phenomenal sex.
After a while Richie's hands move from their original place, by her hips, and gradually moves up until they're nicely cupping her breasts as he tenderly caresses her nipples, which are standing to attention.
"Hmmm," a moan occurs from the back of her throat as she takes one of his hands, leaving the other groping sensitively at her breast, and extends two fingers before slipping them slowly into her mouth, performing a nice sucking motion.
"Sweet Jesus, you are so beautiful Gail!" He whispers but loud enough so he can hear him as a stray sensation causes his hips to buckle and she jerks with the motion.
"Really? Am I beautiful while I'm doing this or all of the time?" She asks, the fingers leaving her mouth as she arches her head back, her long, straight, brown hair patting against her back soothingly.
"You know what my answer is to that question," he answers with a smile, one that won her heart in the first place, as he hoists himself up so he's face-to-face with Gailyn before allowing his lips to connect with hers. It's passionate, wanting and full of bliss as they explore each other's mouths while he continues to thrust into her, both nearing their climax.
Pulling back from the kiss they both release a gasp for breath as she arches her head back again, one of Richie's hands holding the small of her back while the other still holds her breast. They both start to grunt sweet nothings, signifying the couple that they're about to literally "explode", "Oh yes! Oh Richie! Oh Gail! Oh! Oh!" They both scream in pure satisfaction as they both finally came, sweat seeping down their naked bodies. Gailyn collapses on top of Richie who embraces her with his robust arms, their hearts beating in synch with each other.
Once their breaths have quietened Gailyn decides to speak first, "Wow, we've done that how many times and it never gets old."
"That's why they call it a classic, honey," Richie responds in a husky voice, leaning over to kiss her softly on the forehead, "And it's gradually becoming one of our favourites."
"Ya telling me," she sighs, pulling him by his chin so she can kiss his swollen lips before slipping on her bra and panties and climbing into the sleeping bag.
Yanking his boxer-briefs on Richie stretches out the kinks in his back before turning round and giving Gailyn a quick kiss on the lips, "Just need to go and relieve myself. Be back in a sec," and before she can answer, he's pulling on his jacket and venturing out into the cold, leaving her to cuddle the sleeping bag even closer to her body.
Outside the campfire had long since died out and the only thing that was giving Richie enough light to see is from the Moon-lit sky, accompanied by millions of shining stars. Smiling to himself about how their night's going so far, he hurries over to several trees a short way away, feeling the cold rush up his legs and into his jacket, giving him that chill up his spine. As he opens up his jacket and pulls down his boxers in order to relieve himself, he feels as though there's a presence about him.
Still peeing but not stopping he turns his head round to see what's behind him but sees only the tent several yards away.
"Hello? Gailyn? Is that you?" He asks the quiet night, but not loud enough so his girlfriend can hear. He doesn't want her worrying that someone might be out there, spying on them or God knows what. When he's done, he pulls his boxers up and wraps himself in his jacket to keep himself warm until he's back at the tent when he suddenly feels that presence again, this time a little closer.
Scanning the place he can honestly see that there's no-one there and starts to pick up the pace. With the tent only a few yards away now Richie hurries, looking around the place to make sure that his instincts are true, but when he turns to face away from a nearby, thick tree, what appears to be a man in a mining suit emerges from behind it. At the same time as Richie revolves back round to face the tent, the "miner" lifts up his pick-axe and slams the pointed-edge right into the mouth just as his intended victim begins to scream. As it protrudes out the back of his throat the blood sprays across the air, splashing against a nearby tree and mostly on the ground. Richie instantly dies and slumps to the ground as the "miner" just stares at his slaying through his miner's mask before slowly turning towards the tent.
Leaning up onto her elbows Gailyn, still wrapped up in her sleeping bag, stares at the entrance of the tent and begins to worry about Richie, "Richie?" She shouts out, "How long does it take for you to "relieve" yourself?"
There's no answer. Only a sound of the rustling of trees and a stray owl hooting into the night. Clinging onto the sleeping bag she calls out again, "Okay! Fun's over! You've scared me! You can come back inside now!"
Still no answer.
"Goddamn it Richie, will you just get back inside the tent!"
At that juncture a slash occurs from behind her and, as she turns her head to see what it is, she can obviously see that someone's slashing through the tent to get to her. With no moment to lose, Gailyn climbs out of her sleeping bag and dives out the tent, screaming at the thought that's someone's out to get her. Running past the ashes of the campfire Gailyn continuously looks behind her, seeing if the attacker's still coming after her when she suddenly trips over something. (Yeah, you've guessed it! ;) )
"Ugh!" She grunts, falling flat on her face. Slowly turning over on her back she can see something beside her feet and finds that it's Richie, lying with his back to her.
"Oh Richie, thank God! –" But as she pulls him to face her she bawls out in terror, staring down at her dead boyfriend with a pick-axe lodged in his mouth. Through her tear-soaked eyes she can see something coming towards her from the tent, someone in mining gear she thinks, before clambering onto her feet and running in the other direction.
As the cold wind whips against her bare skin, as she's only wearing her bra and panties, Gailyn doesn't dare turn round as she might trip over something else.
"Help! Help me!" She cries out, not really knowing if anyone can hear her but does so anyway, "Somebody help me! Please!"
Her feet crunch on branches which have fallen on the ground, causing them to bleed, while the ones protruding from the trees scratch at her skin, slashing her as she passes by. She can't hear her attacker from behind and she doesn't want to stop running but, using up all her energy, it's going to leave her fatigued soon so she'd better find help soon or she knows what'll happen if she don't.
In the distance she can see what looks like a road and breaks for it, knowing full well that cars are bound to go passing by. Brushing through the last line of trees she finds herself next to a road, like she thought, and proceeds on crossing it. Just as she about to though, a hand grabs her by the hair and pulls her hard onto her back. She screams but the fall winds her, grabbing her chest and trying to breathe through her crying. Looking up she can see the "miner" looking down at her, his head turning to the side like a dog when it wonders what its master's saying to it. As the miner lifts the same pick-axe used to kill her boyfriend over his head, she takes a last chance at getting away and rolls sideways just in time for the pick-axe to take a stab at the ground, missing her by inches. Before the "miner" can take another swing, Gailyn forces herself onto her feet and sprints across the road, just missing a Volvo V70 before diving onto the other side, lying flat on her back and gathering for breath. Looking back at where the "miner" was, Gailyn finds, to her shock, that he's not there anymore before several voices catches her attention.
"Jesus H Christ! What do ya think ya doin', missy?" A balding middle-aged man asks angrily as he steps towards Gailyn. Beside him is a woman of the same age, shoulder-length blonde hair and wearing plain clothes, who Gailyn suspects is his wife and she stands to her feet. Seeing that she's bleeding and only in her underwear, the man soon stops with the angry banter, "Oh my god lady? Are you alright? What happened?"
Gailyn glances in the direction of where the "miner" was before looking back at the couple, asking through gentle sobs, "D-did you…s-s-see him?"
"See who, hun? Come here, let me wrap you in a blanket I've got in the back-seat. You must be freezing!" The woman offers with concern as she leads Gailyn towards the car.
"B-but did you…see any-o-one?"
"We didn't see anything, hun. Just you running onto the road and us nearly hittin' ya." The woman replies honestly as she climbs into the backseat with Gailyn before wrapping her up nice and tight.
"We need to get you to the nearest hospital so they can check you out." The man replies, before climbing back into his car and starting the engine. As they drive off in the direction that the couple were going in before nearly running her over, Gailyn has a feeling that she needs to turn around and when she does, there's the miner standing in the middle of the road, wielding his pick-axe, before disappearing into thin air.