NOTE—Hello! long time no see. Just finished all of my exams, so I have the summer free to write thisJ. Okay, so now the legal stuff... I don't in anyway own Supernatural, if I did Destiel would be happening every episode. Now here is the confusing part, the start of chapter will being with Alex's point of view. Yes, after a paragraph (or two), it will go back to Emily. You'll see what I mean when you read on. Also, I would like to thank my friend Niamh. If it wasn't for her this story would have a shite load of spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. So thank you, Henry.

Alexandra (P.O.V)

An hour passed and Emily didn't return from the shop, I could see that Sophia was starting to get worried. We ran downstairs to her parents sitting in the living room and asked if they had seen her, when the words left our mouths you could see the panic raise in their faces. Her dad Steven ran outside to the street yelling her name, her mother Catharine rang her phone, Sophia and I sat there helpless, when her younger brother Luke came bouncing downstairs asking it Emily had brought his sweets back yet. Steven came back with Emily's phone in his hand. "I found it lying outside on the side of the road near tire tracks." He said. Tears came running down Catharine's face. I ran to the phone and called 999.

Ten minutes later the police arrived and a huge search party went out for Emily. We had to do something, we promised we would never tell anyone, but we had to. "There was someone after Emily" Sophia said. "He texted her, emailed her and came to the house just today to deliver a book." I continued. They took her phone and hacked into her email and found all of the messages, they found her diary which showed how scared she was. It also read how she went to the police but they told her to leave, that it was nothing but paranoia and she should forget about it. That's when things went from bad to worse and the media got involved. Stories were flying left right and centre about Emily, about us her friends and about her family. A few days later Catharine's brother comes over from America. He promised Catharine and Steven that he was going to find Emily, no matter the cost.

Emily (P.O.V)

When I woke up I was expecting to see Sophia or Alex lying beside me. I could feel anything as my hands were numb, I was sitting up, the room was dark with the only light coming from the corner, which was making it difficult for me to see. I heard the sound of footsteps so I closed my eyes to pretend I wasn't awake yet. "Where is Crowley I thought he wanted to get information out of this girl!" the first voice said, it sounded like a British man. Wait, information? From me? I know nothing, why would they want me? "He'll be here just give him a minute, he's probably getting ready." The second voice said, this time it was an Irish woman, her accent was similar to mine. "Does he know that Bobby Singer is going to be landing in Ireland within the next few days, to find this worthless human," the first man said. "WHAT?!", said that heavy Scottish accent. "WHY IS HE COMING HERE? WHAT DOES HE KNOW ABOUT HER? HOW DOES HE KNOW HER?" "He is her godfather…Sir" said the Irish one. "WHAT?!" "Well yeah… He is her mother's Brother, Catharine Singer." The Irish one said sounding anxious. "Right, well keep Miss Wilson tied here and I'll be back once I lead Singer off of our trail. And whatever you do, DON'T TOUCH HER!" Crowley (I guess that's his name) said. Then it hit me, he was going to hurt Uncle Bobby.

I was having a slight panic attack when the footsteps headed towards me. I sat there as still as I could, "Mary, leave me with the girl. NOW!" The male voice said, 'Mary'? What a typical Irish name. The footsteps where heading towards me "What makes you so special that Crowley takes you?" The voice said. I didn't move, still breathing as light as I could, pretending I was asleep. "I know you're not asleep. Now speak to me before things start to get interesting for me and painful for you, little girl." His voice was powerful and forceful. I look up at him and spit on his face. "LET ME GO NOW!" I yell. He looks at me, grinning a little bit, "don't speak unless spoken to or you ask permission." He says, the grin spreading to his eyes. "Yeah, well how am I supposed to ask permission if my fucking hands are tied behind my fucking back, you bastard?" That was mistake number one, his grin became wider and he slashed the knife across my arm. I scream, the white hot pain is attacking my nervous system. He laughs at my pain, I try and fight back the tears and it's a fight I lose. The tears come streaming down my face, but I try not to show the pain I feel. "Do you understand now little girl? Don't speak unless spoken to and don't call me a bastard again," he says still laughing. I look up at him, my eyes wet with pain and fear, for a second I think his is showing sympathy on his face, but really it was lust. Not lust for me sexually, no, but lust for my pain. He is a creepy ass person. "Wh- what do you want from me?" I ask , my voice cracking. "You know what we want Emily." He says as he starts to walk away.

I sit there for what seems like hours, there is no clock in the room that I was in and the only things I could hear was my fast breathing and the distant sound of water dripping. The room smelt of a dank musty odour. Someone came into the room a few hours later and untied my hands before setting a plate down on my lap, "Eat!" she said, I look down on my plate and saw mouldy cheese and bread. I lifted the bread and found it to be stale. "Erm... thank you" I say and take a bite out of the bread hesitantly, I ate it as I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't. "Excuse me." I say to the woman who is watching over me. "I need to go to the bathroom." She looks at me and mutters something like "humans." She unties my legs, takes a death grip hold of my arm and guides me to the toilet across the room. "There is no way for you to escape, there are also no locks on the door and be out in 5 minutes or else I will bust down the door. Do you understand me?" she says. I nod in reply and walk in to the bathroom, it is a small room, but it is clean. I go to the toilet and wash my hands, while I'm in there I wash my face, clean the cut on my arm. There is a knock at the door and I walk out, not making eyes contact. She guides me back to my chair and she proceeds to tie me up. I must have fallen asleep, because when I open my eyes there is a man standing over me. It was the man who slit my arm. "So, did you enjoy your nap? I enjoyed it." He said with that creepy smile reappearing on his face. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" He asked. I looked up at him with my best puppy dog look I could master. It didn't work. He got the knife and made a cut on my leg. I screamed out in pain, but he kept on making the cuts, across my chest, my legs and my arms. The tears were building up in my eyes as I came to the conclusion- the only way I'm getting out of here was in a body bag. Due to my screaming, I never heard the Scottish accent telling him to stop. He walked over to me and grabbed the knife of the man before hitting him across the face. "I SAID NOT TO TOUCH HER!" Crowley shouted at the man who was looking at me with fire burning in his eyes. "I FOUND HER, YOU WENT AFTER SINGER AND I WANTED SOME FUN!" The man yelled back. Crowley looked at him with hatred and stuck the knife into his stomach. I started to scream again. The man pulled the knife out of his stomach, unhurt, and walked away. I felt sick and dirty because of the way Crowley was looking at me. I look up at him and say "p-p-please sir, please let me go, my family are probably looking for me, my uncle, my friends, I need to see them again, I don't know anything, I don't understand why you were stalking me, I don't know what you…" he cut me from the corner of my right eye to the tip of my mouth. I screamed. I could feel the blood, I could taste iron. It made me want to vomit , it tasted too coppery, too salty. He looked at me with boredom, "You know what I am, so you know what I want." He said with his heavy drawl. "What? There is no such thing as demons , I read those books for fun." I said. He looks at me like he was the devil himself, (which I believe is true) and said "I know your Uncle Bobby gave you those books. I know you know what I am, but the thing I think you don't know is that your Uncle Bobby is a hunter. Am I correct in saying that?" he said as he dragged the knife over the skin on my arm. "He's a hunter, but only animals!" I yelled back at him. He pulled the knife over my leg this time and I passed out, again from the pain.

Over the next few days, Mary and Crowley where the only ones who came to see me. Mary came three times a day to give me food, I started to refuse the food and I could feel myself wasting away. My clothes where becoming far too big on me. She also came to untie me and let me go to the bathroom, my scars where dirty and I couldn't clean them too well. Every time Mary looked at me it was with a look of fear and of sympathy. Crowley came in and stood over me with that same smile the other guy gave me, and with that smile he dragged the knife across my skin over and over again, he also bad mouthed my uncle, said that he was a killer of his kind. After what felt likes weeks, I was sure I was going to die. I felt dirty, unclean, I was really in need of a shower, my cuts were probably becoming infected. The only thing I could think about was the many ways I was going to die. I made a list of 6 different ways:

1. My cuts are infected and I'll die from that (most likely)

2. I'll starve to death (again, most likely)

3. Crowley will get bored and stab me (pretty sure this will happen)

4. Crowley will leave me here to rot (I was hoping this would happen)

5. A meteor will hit the room I'm staying in (pretty unlikely)

6. I'd get eaten by the rats in the corner of the room (again, this is very likely) Yup, I was pretty sure I was going to die.

Crowley came in and stood over me with the knife pressed up against my face. I don't remember much, but I heard the flapping of wings, and that Crowley cut a 'C' into the left side of my face. I heard someone shout my name, Crowley had disappeared. A tall guy grabs the discarded knife that was lying on the ground and cut my hands and feet free. I ran away from him running through the door Mary usually comes through. I run until my legs fail me. The tall guy I following me, he must see me starting to fall, he grabs me and takes me out into the light. "Sam? Is that Emily?" A male's voice says. "Yeah, Bobby I've got her.", says the guy holding me. "Bobby?" I try to say, but nothing comes out.

I woke up in a clean bed. I felt clean, I was all bandaged and Uncle Bobby and the tall guy where standing beside my bed. (For now, let's call him big foot.) "Bobby, she is awake." Big foot said. "Emily? Oh thank god!" sighed Bobby. I couldn't talk as there was a breathing tube down my neck. My mother, father and brother came into the room. They saw that I was awake and called the nurse to take the tube out. It was a few minutes before I could talk and the questions just kept coming from my family. "Why didn't you tell us there was someone stalking you?" Father demanded. "I didn't think you could have done anything. Plus, if I knew it was going to get that bad I would have told you!" I say. Bobby looked at my parents and said "as soon as she I well she is coming to live with me and the boys!"