Takes place shortly before episode fifteen of season one. I own Tala Galtero and my friend owns Jennah Bailey. Original Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. This is only the beginning of a series. "Because It's Not Me" is only the first story, there will probably be over four others, in a series.

The Girl with Red Eyes

Ch. 1 Part 2

The movie had been good. It was freaky and disturbing at the same time. As we headed home, we pretty much talked the whole time. I dropped Jennah off at her house and headed home. When I got home, I took a shower and changed into some comfy cloths. I could hear my saint bernard down stairs snoring loudly. Smiling, I tucked myself into bed.

Suddenly without reason, I awoke. I groaned as I glanced at my clock, seeing it was 3:45 in the morning. I rolled over, pulling the covers up to my chin. I was facing the door, about to fall asleep when something moved in the hallway. Straining my eyes, I tried seeing what was in the hallway but it was to dark to tell.

I sat up in the bed and craned my neck to see better. "Knight?" I called my dogs name but he didn't come bounding in like he usually did.

I swung my legs out of bed. Not taking my eyes off the doorway, I reached into my dresser, pulling out a pistol. Jennah had found it there earlier that year and had joked around about me having it, but living in the country by myself had made me want to carry one. When I reached the door, I turned the safety off. I slowly tip toed down the hall. My hands were shaking slightly but I forced myself to stay calm. I looked down the stairs into the pitch blackness. Every step that creaked on my way down made me jump out of my skin. I finally reached the bottom and looked around but there was nothing. I turned on the lights just to be sure. The front door was open, so I went over to it and cautiously peered out. Looking back around the room, Knight was no where to be found.

I made a low whistle that he would normally come to. "Knight?" I called out the door.

Nothing. He didn't come or even bark in response. I closed the door and locked it before turning back to the rest of the house to see if anything had been taken. I still clutched the gun tightly in my right hand. As I made my way around the house I saw that nothing seemed out of place. My keys were still sitting on the kitchen counter and my winter jacket hadn't even been knocked off the rack that sat near the front door. The only thing that was missing was my dog.

"Dammit." I muttered while standing in the kitchen.

I placed the gun down on the counter and took a glass out of a cabinet. I filled it with water and took a big gulp to calm my nerves. When I placed the glass down I saw a red smudge that made me look down at my bandaged hand. I must have been gripping the gun so hard that it reopened my cuts. I undid the bandages and rinsed the blood from my hand down the sink. I just barely looked up when I saw the reflection of something in the window. My mouth gaped open as I slowly turned around. There was a girl standing a few feet away, staring at me.

Her skin was pale and her hair was a tangled mess that hung over her face. Her midsection was covered in blood. My entire body began to shake because I knew her, but she had died years ago. Then she looked at me through her hair and I caught a glimpse of her bloody red eyes. I gradually reached for the gun that sat behind me. She saw this though and with the slightest movement, sent it flying away. I made a sprint for the door but she was already there. I ran for the back door, again she beat me to it. The only other way I could go was upstairs.

I tripped half way up but I saw her down below so I kept going. I was going for my bedroom where my cellphone was but she was standing in the doorway. Turning to the closest room, I threw the door open and slammed it behind me, locking it. I slid to the bathroom floor and moved as far away form the door as I could manage. I couldn't hear her coming but the lights started to flicker.

"PLEASE! Someone! Help me!" I cried.

The lights went out completely. I couldn't see anything so I held my breath and waited. I could feel the tears forming around the edges of my eyes. Thats when I heard it, the slow/shallow breathing. I wanted to cry out so bad, to tell her to go away, that it wasn't my fault. I felt her reach out and graze my shoulder. It sent chills through my body. I could feel her fingers inches from my face when the door busted open.

"Get down!" a familiar voice yelled.

I did as he said and laid flat on the floor just as a shotgun went off. I heard it make impact with the wall above and shower debris down on me. I looked at the mess that surrounded me and saw little rocks of salt. I frowned looking up. I half expected the girl to still be standing there but instead I saw Agent Ulrich and Kilmister. They each carried a shotgun and were looking around. Kilmister came into the bathroom first and helped me up. He ushered me out of the room as Lars kept look out. We got downstairs and I saw that the front door was also busted in, explaining how they got in. Kilmister kept me going until we were outside and at their car.

"Did you get a look at it?" he asked in a urgent but gentle way.

I nodded my head nearly collapsing against the car. "It- it was Olivia Smith." I couldn't keep my hands from shaking no matter how hard I clutched them together. "Bu-but how? She's dea-dead."

"It's her ghost. She's seeking revenge."

"But why! It was an accident!" I moaned miserably.

"Sammy." Lars growled, calling Kilmister a different name, still staring at the house.

"Right. Come with us. We'll keep you safe until we are able to put her to rest." Kilmister opened the back door to the Impala.

I began to not my head when a cold relation hit me. "She's going after everybody who was there that day..." My heart nearly stopped when I realized who else had been there that day. "Jennah!" I took off running for my pickup before either of the men could stop me.

"Wait!" I heard one of them yell.

"Son of a bitch! You take the Impala, I'll go with her." Lars yelled taking off after me.

I was already in the car and started it up before he got there. I had just put my foot down on the gas peddle when he opened the door. He had to jump in while the vehicle was moving.

He slammed the door shut looking startled. "Jesus Christ!"

Speeding down the dirt road, I took a sharp left, causing the rear end of my pickup to fishtail.

"Maybe you should slow down." Lars commented but I just ignored him. "Okay... Well tell me about that girl. You said it was an accident, what was an accident?"

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, I wasn't going to let anything happen to Jen. She was practically the only family I had left. I remained silent.

"Come on. We can help you but you have to tell us what happen."

I took a deep breath, I was still a little worked up from earlier. "It was our last day as juniors and we were celebrating that we would be seniors the next year. We went out of town to the lake and everyone was there.. even her..."

"Olivia?" Lars asked quietly.

"Yeah? How'd you know?"

"There was an article about her in the news paper, but there wasn't enough information to tell us exactly what happen to her."

I nodded my head. "People were starting to leave and some of us didn't have rides back. So we walked. Jennah and I were among them. there was six other people, including Ginny and the two that died this month. One of the guys was teasing Olivia." My face grew dark as I remembered what happen next, I turned down onto the main road towards town. "Things got out of control."

"Who was the guy teasing her." Lars's expression was solemn.

"...Tray. He started to push her around. We got the bridge, which over looked a train track, outside of town. We told him to knock it off but it 's Tray, he didn't listen to anyone. He pushed her to hard and she flipped over the side railing... She landed on the tracks looking up but she wasn't dead.. And then the train came.. and I'm sure you can guess what happen next..." I stopped talking and concentrated on the road ahead. Lars took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's exactly what we thought. She is doing it out of revenge but not everyone was really responsible. My guess is she's going to after a guy named Tray last." he was quiet as the other person was talking. "because he's the one who really got her killed. the others were just there and didn't stop him in time."

I slammed on the brakes taking a right turn. Lars nearly bashed his skull in on the dashboard. He grunted as he sat back up in his seat. "Okay, just keep following us."

I got to Jennah's house without anymore talking from either of us. I came to a halt outside her house and was about to get out when Lars grabbed my arm.

"Hold on, you can't just go in there. If you do without good reason she might think you're crazy-" he was cut short as a scream came from the house.

I ripped my arm free and made a dash for the door. I could hear Lars cursing as he chased after me. The Impala pulled up and Kilmister got out.

I slammed my fists onto the hard wood door. "Jen! Jennah!"

"Tala!" I heard my best friend scream from somewhere inside.