Chapter 1 - Love, Save The Empty

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Little girls don't know how to be sweet girls.
Mama didn't teach me.
Little boys don't know how to treat little girls.
Daddy didn't show me.

Face down, on top of your bed.
Oh why did I give it up to you?
Is this how I shoot myself up high,
Just high enough to get through?

Again, the false affection.
Again, we break down inside.
Love save the empty.
Love save the empty, and save me.

Sad boy, you stare up at the sky
When no one's looking back at you.
You wear your every last disguise;
You're flying, then you fall through.

Stars feel like knives,
They tell us why we're fighting.
Storm, wait outside.
Oh, love, hold us together.

Love, save the empty.
Love, save the empty.
Love, save the empty.
Love, save the empty, and save me.
And save me.
Erin McCarley - Love, Save The Empty

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Rika POV

Rika was slowly walking down Commonwealth Avenue in Boston, on her way to Evergreen Cemetery. The city was dark, as it was nearing midnight. There was no nightlife in this part of town. Not human anyways. She looked at the light mist surrounding one of the lamp-posts and sighed. Hopefully this wasn't going to be a long night. For five years she had been living in Boston, and now she was almost done with her journalism studies, at the age of 23. She was in the middle of her final semester in Boston this chilly night in mid March.

She did miss her family, actually more than she wanted to admit to herself. She couldn't go back home though, she would be putting them in danger. At least she saw them at Christmas and other shorter holidays from school. She had been speaking to her mother about coming home for summer, after finishing her studies, but Rika was hesitant.

This was also the reason why she didn't have a steady boyfriend. She dated of course, casual relationships that usually lasted a couple of weeks, sometimes even a couple of months. It wasn't as she wasn't popular among the male students at the college. She almost always said yes when someone asked her out, since she didn't have the heart to tell them off, unless they were jerks. The popularity might have been because she was the lead singer in a band at the school, the other guys in the band being some of her best friends. They weren't more than that though, they didn't know who she really was. She was also always giving off a positive vibe, some people would have said she had the prettiest smile on campus. She laughed a lot, and was compassionate towards others. She was dependable. It was her desperate attempt at having a somewhat normal life. On the inside, though, she felt empty. Something was missing in her life. Maybe that was just a necessary sacrifice that came with the job.

She finally reached the cemetery and sighed again. She took a quick glance at the stars in the sky, and immediately recognized the Big Dipper. When she was younger she loved looking up at the stars, thinking about how big the universe was and trying to see some shooting stars. Her neck had been hurting after all her winter night walks when she walked with her head turned up towards the sky. It had been a while since the last time though.

She had an exam the next morning, but she didn't care to study. She was brilliant, even though she didn't like to show off - Rika usually was modest and tended to get embarrassed if someone complimented her. She didn't need to study, since she already knew everything there was to know for the test. She might aswell get some slaying done, she wouldn't have been able to get sleep anyways. There had been a whole lot of sleepless nights lately.

There had been some mysterious killings on campus. The police had no leads. She had found the first body herself (being forced to talk to the school counsellor afterwards in case she would have been traumatized, even though she insisted that she didn't need to), but didn't get a chance to take a closer look at it. She had talked to her watcher about it. She and Hugh and broken in to the morgue, suspecting vampires, but there were no puncture wounds. There was no sign of trauma on the bodies. There were five victims so far, three girls and two boys. The last victim, Janine, had been a friend of hers as she also had studied journalism. Or actually more of an aquaintance, but Rika had liked Janine and she was sad because she was dead. Rika was worried about the next day, she'd have to get through Janine's memorial service. She had to find the thing responsible and kill it as soon as possible, before there were any more victims.

Rika woke up from her deep thoughts as she heard a branch snapping. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her. She immediately recognized the figure as a vampire when it stepped closer to her, finding it's way into the moonlight. She took a tighter grip around the stake in her hand.

"Hello little girl", the vampire said and grinned, showing its fangs. "Maybe you shouldn't have taken a walk tonight."

He stepped even closer.

"What do you mean?", she asked, pulling the stupid blonde act she loved using while slaying. "Hey, dude, what's wrong with your face? Are you on PCP or something?"

The vampire took another step towards her, his grin becoming wider. Stupid vampire.

"Ewww!", Rika said and used her hand as a fan in front of her nose. "Your breath stinks! You should definitely brush your teeth. I recommend a minty toothpaste."

"Silly girl", the vampire stated, still grinning. "You'll be dead in about a minute."

Rika tilted her head a bit.

"Tell me, have you ever heard the expression "vampire slayer"? You picked the wrong girl tonight, mister."

The vampire's eyes widened, and he finally noticed the pointy wooden stake in her hand.

"Slayer!", he gasped.

Rika lifted her hand up as she moved into battle position. She felt the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "I'm going to win", she thought, just before delivering the first punch.

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Sam POV

Earlier that day Sam Winchester was surfing the internet on his laptop as his older brother Dean entered the 1967 Chevy Impala he drove and loved above anything else. Dean was holding two cups of coffee and handed one of them to Sam before sitting down in the driver's seat. Sam could smell the familiar scent of leather from his brother's jacket.

"So dude, you've found a new case for us yet?", Dean asked.

Sam turned his head towards his brother.

"Yeah", he said. "You might aswell start driving towards Boston".

"What's up in Boston?", Dean asked. "Boston is such a boring city. Why can't we go to L.A. instead and pick up some hot actresses? Man, that Angelina Jolie is gorgeous."

Sam looked at Dean and rolled his eyes. He didn't share his brother's love for "hot chicks", he wanted something more out of his relationships. Something like he had had with Jessica before her being killed by the yellow-eyed demon. That's why he hated that Dean was always trying to get him laid. He'd know when he met the right girl. He wasn't sure what to do when he met someone he liked though, since the girls in his life tended to get hurt, or even worse - killed. He wanted a normal life, more than anything, but it was impossible with his lifestyle. He would have been a lawyer by now if it hadn't been for Jessica dying. He decided to ignore Dean's comment and started explaining.

"There have been some killings on campus at Boston University lately. Five students are dead, three girls and two guys. The papers don't mention any cause of death, but according to them the police don't have many leads to follow. I think the killings may be supernatural, but I can't be sure before I've examined the bodies. The last victim, Janine, was killed two days ago, and her memorial service is tomorrow."

Dean sighed and started the car.

"I guess we're going to Boston then", he said right before stepping on the gas. "Bitch."

"Jerk", Sam responded with a crooked smile.

Once again, the Winchester brothers were on their way to save the day.

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Dean POV

Dean took a deep breath when he parked the car outside of a shoddy motel in Boston. It had been a long drive.

"Wait here" he told his brother who nodded when Dean stepped out of the car to go get them a room.

Dean stepped through the doors and walked towards the info desk. The motel manager, apparently, soon stepped out of the back room. Dean tried his best not to make a face in disgust. The motel manager was middle-aged, with a huge beer belly, almost bald. He wore a t-shirt that once had been white. Now it was more of this grey and brown mix with big ketchup and food stains all over it, filled with holes.

"What do you want?", he asked Dean with a suspicious voice.

"Good evening, sunshine! I'd like a room for two, with separate beds", Dean said and smiled. "Does he want customers or not? No wonder this motel is so damn shoddy."

The manager sighed and pulled a key from the desk.

"Here you go", he said. "It'll be 60 bucks a night."

"What a ripoff", Dean thought to himself.

Dean signed the receipt, as he had paid for seven nights using one of his fake credit cards. D. Hasselhoff. He chuckled and handed the receipt to the manager who nodded and put it away in a file without giving it a look. Dean then went back outside to get Sam.

"We might aswell get some sleep", Sam said. "There's not much we can do tonight. Tomorrow we'll go to the morgue and look at the bodies, and then talk to some of the students. See if anyone on campus knows anything. Maybe pay a visit to the service and talk to some of her friends."

Dean agreed, and soon both brothers were laying on their own beds. Dean closed his eyes, and tried to get some sleep. After an hour he still hadn't fallen asleep. He listened to Sam's deep, rythmic breathing in the bed next to him. He changed positions, sighed, and found his mp3-player. This was going to be a long night. However, he soon managed to catch sleep to the "soothing" melody of ACDC's "Hells Bells".

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