Author's Note: Hey! Thanks for reading and wanted to say that this story may come off a little confusing at first but once you realize what the fuck is going on, you will know. And it will be great. So, enjoy this next chapter and this is set on present day for Season opener for the fourth; when Dean is pulled from hell. I won't go into full detail and I won't go into full detail for her life in her world but we will get to know her better once she's in Supernatural.
Enjoy!
Live and Let Die
Take a Chance On Me
Chapter One
It has been two years, yet it felt like plenty more years have passed and led me closer to my death sentence. As Jese said, the day you were born was the day you start dying. He then told me to suck it up. How could I? At that moment, while sitting on the couch watching a weird but amusing television show and drinking one or two beers - possibly more than I should have - I would die. And no one would find my body until the very next day, only to realize I was in a coma waiting to wake up - that's if I ever wake up.
Would I want to wake up?
"Oh Ivy," Jese spoke up as he fiddled with the loose strands of hair that fell from the messy bun I had on. "Get over him - two years and you are still whining over that douche and the guy is gone." I looked up to Jese who had on one of his crooked grins that I admire. He twirled a piece of hair between his fingers. I shook my head and scoffed dramatically.
"How can I? The fucking guy pulled me out of that party, claiming that death was waiting for my arrival. And he called me Miss Lincoln - yes, Markus is gone. Dead. I was the last person to see him alive." I ranted, feeling strange speaking about this in front of Jese. It was something I kept quiet. Jese raised his eyebrow and chuckled darkly. "Wow, you sure know how to pick 'em" He downed the rest of his beer. Jese kissed the exposed skin on my forehead then grabbed the empty beer bottles that occupied the coffee table. As I watch the television show and Jese was putting on his shoes, getting ready to leave for his date and then he left. I was alone.
Alone. I was there for the taking and death decided to take it's chance.
Two Years Earlier
Markus was found dead. I was the very last person to see him before he was found in the janitor's closet with a note attached to his jacket. See you soon, Death. It was for me. Death or whoever did this. Was Markus apart of some fucking cult? The situation was totally fucked up. I remember seeing his family in the office of the school. They were in pain. His little sister had the nerve to say that I did it. What a bitch. How could I do that to someone - Markus alone - yes, I may be a cold-hearted bitch but not a cold-hearted killer.
"Mrs. and Mr. Hanes," I walked up to them with confidence. But it was totally trampled on when I came face to face with his mother and father. They were kind people. I admire them for being so kind. "I-I am sorry for your loss. Markus is an amazing guy and I swear to you, that I could never jeopardize how far that he was going. He was going to go so far, no one would be able to catch up to his ass and I want to say, that it was a privilege to be in his life." I rumbled on and on. Everything was true. It was how I felt. Markus did not deserve to die.
They nodded curtly in understanding. It was all I needed. A chance.
xx Stupid chapter. I said that I would go into full detail for this chapter and so I didn't. The next chapter will be when all the fun starts. So I hope you enjoy! Sorry to disappoint if this chapter sucked ass but it's the best I can do when suffering a disease called Writer's block and lazy-shitty-pity-itus. It's all you get until next time. Toodles!