I did a quick circuit of the ovals, but found no sign of the missing security guard, or anything else. I saw glimpses of the movement in the trees that Dean had mentioned, but I was never close enough to figure out if it was something to worry about, or just an animal.

The feeling of being watched never left, though, and by the time I had finished one circuit of the ovals I was feeling distinctly creeped out.

I decided to head back into the main campus and see if I couldn't find out some more information on the missing guard. Honestly, I was hoping that he was our werewolf…or whatever. Knowing who you were hunting made life a whole lot easier.

It was very strange to be walking around my old campus after so many years. I couldn't help but think about how different my life had turned out from the one I had imagined as a young and hopeful kid.

Despite dad's anger, and Dean's sadness, at my decision to go to college, I had still believed I could make it work. If only they could have understood that I still wanted to help people, I just didn't want to have to worry about getting killed in the process.

Even after Dean came barging back into my life, after what happened to Jess… I had still held on to the hope that I would come back here and finish my degree.

I couldn't tell you when exactly I gave up on the dream, but it was gone. I knew I would never escape the life of hunting that I had grown up in. Even death apparently couldn't give me any relief.

Don't get me wrong, I had come to terms with it. I wasn't bitter at Dean for dragging me back into the life, not anymore.

I sighed and shook myself out of the morose thoughts that being here brought up. I could take some time to deal with them later, right now I needed to focus on doing what we did best. Hunting things and saving people. The family business.

I didn't know which guards Dean had spoken to already, but I figured it was safe to assume he'd spoken to those closest to the girls' dorm. So I headed towards the other side of the campus, towards the lecture halls near where one of the earlier victims had been found.

I found a guard walking around the outside of the group of buildings, accidentally startling him when I came up behind him.

He had his gun up and aimed at me in an instant, and I was quick to raise my hands. "Whoa! Easy there, don't shoot. I'm FBI, I just want to talk to you." I told him calmly, not moving for my ID yet. The guy looked like he'd pull the trigger with no hesitation.

"FBI?" He questioned, sounding sceptical. "Why the hell would the FBI be stalking around campus at four in the morning?"

I blinked, caught off guard a little. It couldn't be four, I'd got here at two, and I'd only walked around the ovals before coming here. Then I realised my hesitation was just confirming that I shouldn't be here, in his eyes at least. "Five kids are dead," I explained, "And it would appear they've all been killed at night, so it made sense for us to be here at night if we wanted to try and catch the person responsible."

He seemed to consider that for a moment. "Where's your ID?" He asked.

I started to lower one hand to pull it out of my pocket, but he tightened his grip on the gun. "Hey! Don't move! Tell me where it is and I will get it, thank you very much."

I wondered if this guy realised he was just a campus security guard, not the national guard, but nodded. "Ok, ok, take it easy. It's in the left inside pocket of my jacket."

The guy approached slowly, watching me closely as he reached a hand into my jacket and pulled out my FBI ID.

He studied it for several moments, then finally lowered the gun and put it back into its holster on his hip.

I put my hands down and he handed back the ID with a sigh. "Sorry, but like you said, five kids have died this week. I'm not taking any chances."

"Fair enough." I agreed. "Have you been on duty this week?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "I usually work the day shift though." He sighed again. "I was here when they found the first girl…just awful. Poor girl didn't deserve that."

"Did you know her?" I asked

"Not exactly, but when you work the day shift all week you get to know most of the kids at least by sight." He explained. "She was one of those people who always smiled and said hi when she passed by."

Maybe this guy would actually be able to give me some useful information. "What about the others? Did you know any of them?"

He shrugged, "Not so much. I know they were all Medical students, and not really the parting type. I don't know how the guy is getting to them, no wonder the whole place is living in fear." I indicated vaguely to the silence around us.

That didn't help me much. "What about the security guard who's supposed to be out on the ovals? We were told that he was on duty last night, but we couldn't find him to talk to him."

He frowned, "You mean Tony? He should be out there. He signed on same time as me, and he's not one to slack off. You sure you checked the whole area? Maybe check the surrounding car parks, sometimes he checks parking permits if everything's quiet." He chuckled, "Like I said, definitely not a slacker that one."

"I'll give that a try, thanks." I pulled my notepad out of my pocket and jotted my number down. "If you think of anything else, give me a call."

He nodded, "Sure. Hope you find the guy soon."

So did I.

I headed back to the ovals, the missing security guard was really bugging me after talking to him.

The ovals were just as dark and creepy as before, but this time I headed over towards the car park where I'd swapped over with Dean. There were only a couple of cars there at this hour of the night, and no obvious sign of anyone other than myself wandering about.

I flicked on the torch and scanned it across the car park, stopping when I noticed something that looked suspiciously like a leg sticking out from behind one of the cars.

"Oh no…" I muttered, heading over to investigate, the hand not holding the torch going to the gun in my belt. The killer could still be around.

A sickening sight greeted me as I moved to the other side of the car. I could see why someone might think animal attack at first glance. It was messy, and bloody. It was another young woman.

Good thing I had a very strong stomach after hunting all my life. I sighed and crouched down for a better look, hoping to confirm our werewolf theory.

I didn't get a chance… Pain exploded across the back of my head…and the world went black.

Hi everybody! I know, I'm being evil again! Cliff hanger! I was also having a look at a map of Stanford uni the other day, and holy crap that place is huge! I can't quite wrap my head around it, it's so different from the uni's here...so I am taking a bit of artistic licence with the layout! Apologies to anyone who has actually been there ;)

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