Chapter 2: Shocking Discovery

(Bella's POV)

I stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do. Then I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs and darted out of my dorm room. I ran down the halls, not knowing where I was going but I couldn't be there. I couldn't see her…

I kept running, I didn't even see where I was going, until I hit someone. They didn't move. But I fell flat on the ground.

"Woah hey…" I heard I voice say. I just froze on the concrete, eyes glued to the ground, breathing heavily. It was two men. I knew that, I could see there forms. One of them bent down beside me.

"She… I just… I can't…" I couldn't breath, much less talk. He tried to put his hand on my shoulder but I pushed it off abruptly and stood back up. Both of them just stared at me. One of them with more amusement then the other. I didn't realize why until I looked down and realized I was only wearing a bra and shorts.

"I'm Sam and this is Dean… what happened?" The taller one asked. He was firm, but kind. And in his eyes I saw something. I looked up to the other one. He was obviously different from his friend. But in his eyes, I saw it to.

'You can trust them…' a voice in my head said. So I listened to it.

"My roommate… the serial killer…. It…" and that's when the tears started to form. "It got her…" I told them. They looked at each other.

"Ok look, let's take you back there and get you some clothes and then we can talk more…" The one called Sam said.

"Wait… why would I talk to you two? Who are you?" I asked, panic filling me again.

"Detectives." Dean said, almost a little to abruptly.

'Don't worry, you can trust them…' the voice said again.

"Ok… fine…" I said quietly. And they led me back to my room.

Sam stayed with me as a grabbed a pair of sweat pants and a tee-shirt and then left me alone when I went to change in the bathroom. Dean went into Lindsay's room to look at things.

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(Dean's POV)

We had to call the police, because we knew the girl didn't do it so we didn't want her to be a suspect. So while she changed and got some stuff together since it was very clear she wasn't going to be staying in this dorm for a while, I checked out the crime scene.

"I think you were right about the male succubus thing look at this…." I said, leading him into the dead girls room while the other one changed.

Her body was still in there, since no one called the cops yet.

Sam looked and then looked back up at me.

"She could just sleep that way… a lot of people do…" Sam said, obviously a little embarrassed.

"Yeah but remember all the other girls we talked to said the same thing… when they found them they weren't wearing anything and before they went to bed, they were." I explained.

"So now we just have to find out who it is." Sam said. We walked out of the room and waited on the other girl to get out of the bathroom.

We waited on the police to get there so she could give her statement. Luckily she didn't mention the fact that we told her we were detectives. But she was most likely to rattled to remember. Sam and I stayed in the hall while the police were there, and once they let her leave, the three of us walked in silence until she spoke.

"By the way…" She said. "I'm Bella."

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(Bella's POV)

We walked to a little diner on campus. They ordered food, but I just wanted coffee. Very, very strong coffee.

"This is all so surreal…" I muttered, almost inaudible. I didn't want to let them know what I was thinking. They would think I was crazy.

But I knew Lindsay's death and the others… they weren't caused by a human. I just knew it. And I couldn't explain how I knew.

It was crazy. It was insane and even improbable. But I knew deep down that there was more then just a reasonable explanation for all this.

"Everything alright?" Sam asked me. I smirked.

"Oh yeah, I just found my roommate slaughtered and lying in her own blood. Everything is just peachy." I retorted. Dean laughed. He thought I was amusing.

"Look, if there is anything else you want to tell us, you can. Anything that you remember or feel strange about…" This Sam guy, wow. He was nice. But he was pushing it.

But I did want to talk. And hell, I could blame it on trauma later on if I wanted to. So I might as well spill my guts.

"This is crazy…." I muttered.

"Trust me, we know crazy." Dean said. I took a deep breath and then started talking.

"I just have this feeling… like, it wasn't just a person who killed Lindsay and those others…" I started, they let me go on. "Look, I'm probably just a silly imaginative person, but… I don't know. All my life I've believed there was more then just our life. Like there was some other kind of force out there, some kind of power. And not all of it was good. It's stupid I know, but its just like a sense I have… and I've always had a thing for mythology. And that's why I think it was a creature, not a human that killed them."

They both just looked at me.

"I knew you would think I was crazy… but I swear… I can feel it. I know it isn't normal." I told them. Still, no words.

"Shit… ok I'm leaving now before you have me committed to the psyche ward." I said as I started to grab my stuff.

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(Dean's POV)

I didn't know what to do. And neither did Sam. We could tell her that she was crazy, and make her mad. Or we could tell her the truth, and let her be haunted for the rest of her life by it.

Sam obviously didn't know what to do either. We both just sat there with dumb looks on our faces.

Then she started to leave… and we couldn't let that happen.

"Bella wait…" Sam said. She turned around. He nodded at me and I laid some money on the table and we walked behind the diner.

"Look you aren't crazy." I started. "And I would give anything not to tell you this, but that little sixth sense thing you have, is pretty accurate. We don't think it was a murdered who killed your friend…. We think it was…" But she cut me off.

"Succubus." She whispered, not looking into my eyes. Her mind looked like it was moving pretty fast.

"Yeah…" I said slowly. She was still thinking. I looked at Sam, he was just as confused as I was. Then, finally, she looked back up at us, with panic in her eyes.

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(Bella's POV)

Ok, so if they believed me, and I wasn't crazy, then who would I suspect? It had to be someone on campus, and someone who would want to make themselves trusted. And someone absolutely gorgeous… and… oh my god.

"Oh my god…" I said allowed. I looked up at them in panic. "I think I know who it is."

They immediately went from being confused to being interested.

It was Erik. I knew it was Erik. He was gorgeous, and always tried to get girls attention… and not to mention the vibe I got around him.

Ok, now I really sounded crazy. But at the same time, believing in these things one hundred percent just felt right. I felt, almost relieved.

"Who is it?" Dean asked.

"This guy, I have a class with him, so did Lindsay. He seemed nice and all, not to mention he was the most beautiful person any one has ever seen. But something was off about him. He always wants attention, and I don't know… any girl would throw themselves at his feet… but I could never bring myself to trust him… and then last night we went to his dorm and…" Then the sense came over me again. And I panicked even more.

"It's him, I know it, I just… I know…" I rambled, completely incoherently. My breathing started getting heavy and I almost started to shake. Dean grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye.

"Hey, we are going to figure this out, and it will all be over with. Ok?" He tried to calm me.

But I wasn't done.

"I want to help." I told them. They both shared and unsure look.