AN: WARNING - talk of suicide and suicide. This story is rated M.

"I'm not wearing this," the teen said from inside the bathroom. Dean stood impatiently outside the door, half and eye on the time as Ali changed.

"It's fine," he assured her, a little irritated. "Can you hurry up?" The elder Winchester pulled at the tie around his neck. It was uncomfortable and made him feel like he was being strangled. He turned at the sound of the bathroom door unlocking and waited for the girl to exit.

An unimpressed glare had formed on Ali's face as she stepped into the dimly lit motel room. Dean regarded her up and down, a small smile of amusement tugging at his lips.

"I don't wear dresses," Ali deadpanned. The black bodice and floral skater skirt wasn't exactly her usual style, but it was what Dean had deemed 'appropriate' for their next case.

"Yeah well, at least you look like a girl now," he replied. Ali glared at him, shoving the empty plastic bags at his chest as she stormed over to the dresser to try and tame her hair. "And lose the attitude," Dean added as she angrily unmated her blonde locks. "Try to remember this was your idea."

"All I said was that having a person on the inside would help," Ali pointed out. "I never said I wanted to dress up like a high school prom queen." Dean couldn't help but laugh. Although the dress did actually look nice on her, he couldn't help but appreciate how different she looked. Moreover, he couldn't ignore the blatant hatred she had for the clothes he'd picked out for her to wear. "I'm not a frickin cheerleader, okay?"

"Yeah, except two out of three of the kids that were found dead were on the cheerleading squad," Dean reminded her. "You need to get close to their friends to find out what's going on. And for that, you need to blend in." Ali had to admit that it was the best plan they had. Three kids from the same high school had turned up dead in the last two months, and if they were going to catch whatever was behind the killings, they were going to need more information than they could get from looking at police reports. All they knew so far were their names: Luka James, Anna Young and Grace Meyer. All roughly the same age. All seniors at the local high school.

"Fine," the teen sighed as she pulled her hair into a neat ponytail. The motel room door swung open, revealing Sam who was carrying several bags and three coffees. Dean went straight for his coffee as Ali pulled one of the bags from Sam's hand and began rummaging around in it.

"Okay, this is cool," she said with a smile, pulling out a black bomber jacket and threading her arms through the sleeves. A sense of relief flooded through her at the sight of something she wouldn't feel ridiculous wearing. "I do actually like this."

"That's probably because it's a man's jacket," Dean said quickly, pulling it off of her possessively. Ali glared at him. "And it's not for you."

"Why do you need another jacket?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Because I'm posing as your uncle," Dean explained. "And I have to look respectable enough to be responsible for a teenager."

"You're already wearing a tie," Ali deadpanned. "And that thing is way too small for you." Dean frowned at her a moment before checking the label, disappointed when he saw that Ali was entirely right.

"Dammit," Dean muttered under his breath. "I'll have to go exchange it." Ali rolled her eyes and quickly turned away, her mood significantly depleted as she sulked back to the mirror to fix her makeup.

"Just let her wear the jacket," Sam sighed to his brother. Dean shook his head stubbornly and Sam sent him a pointed look. "Dean, let her wear the jacket." The younger Winchester nodded his head in Ali's direction and Dean looked to see that the teen was now examining her back where a large scar spread out from under her dress. His teeth gritted together when he remembered holding her down and pressing a red-hot fire iron to that exact spot only months ago.

"Fine, whatever," he agreed absentmindedly, his mind now elsewhere. Sam took the jacket and tossed it in Ali's direction. She grinned back at him, having not court the brother's conversation.

A moment later, the sound of a cell phone ringing pervaded the motel room. All three of the hunters in the room looked up, catching each other's eye until Ali realised it was hers and began rummaging around in her bag for it.

"Who is it?" Sam asked. "Is it Bobby?" Ali groaned at the caller I.D., rubbing an exasperated hand across her forehead.

"It's Tim," she sighed. In the few weeks since Dean had killed the yellow-eyed demon, Ali had spent the majority of the time at Bobby's place. On one Tuesday afternoon, an unexpected visitor had arrived at the door and, considering Ali had been the one to answer it, it had been impossible for her to deny the boy some of her time. Ever since, Tim had been calling every other day for a catch-up, much to Ali's annoyance.

"Who the hell's Tim?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Ali's boyfriend," Dean replied with a grin. Ali huffed at that.

"He's not my boyfriend," she sighed as the phone kept ringing. She didn't want to speak to him now. She'd call him back later. "He's just some kid that knew Tyler in high school. He used to follow him around like a lost puppy."

"Tyler went to high school?" Sam asked incredulously. From the stories Ali had told him about her brother, he didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd bother with it.

"Yeah, Bobby used to make him go," Ali explained as she rejected the call and shoved her phone back inside her bag.

"And he didn't make you go?" he asked. Ali smirked.

"He tried."

"Can you two hurry up?" Dean cut in as he pulled the suit jacket over his arms. "Don't want you to be late for your first day." The seventeen-year-old didn't seemed even remotely amused as she grabbed her coffee that Sam was still holding and elbowed the elder Winchester in the ribs on the way out.

"I'm supposed to be a senior," Ali called over her shoulder as she exited the motel room.

"Right," Dean replied as he grabbed the file of documents and transcripts they had forged for Ali. "Who am I supposed to be again?" Sam rolled his eyes as he downed his own coffee and headed out the door after her.

"Her uncle." Dean shrugged. The job seemed easy enough. He just hoped they could pull it off.

Ali took a breath as she waited in the office. She'd spent a grand total of one day in high school when she was fourteen and it hadn't ended well. Since then, she'd hated the idea of being stuck inside all day with naïve teenagers and irritating teachers. Ali didn't care about Geography or English Literature. All she cared about was hunting.

But this was only for a week or two. Just until they figured about what was behind the killings.

It didn't take long for Ali to be officially enrolled at the school. The only delay was when Dean stopped to flirt with the receptionist. She'd offered to walk Ali to her first class, but Dean had insisted he'd do it himself, wanting to give her a little pep talk before the day began.

"You put me in AP Biology?" she asked worriedly as she flicked through her schedule. She wasn't sure if Dean even knew what that was.

"One of the kids that died was in that class," Dean told her. Ali could feel her heart rate rising as they walked through the empty corridors.

"Dean, I'm not smart. I'm not gonna be able to blend in with these kids!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Relax, okay. It doesn't matter about the classes," he told her. "It's a job." Her palms were sweating. She remembered her first day in high school like it was yesterday. She remembered all the faces staring at her. She remembered them whispering and asking questions. Tyler was already gone by then. Ali had felt entirely alone in the sea of students.

"I don't know if I can do this, Dean."

"You're gonna do great, kiddo," Dean assured her, both his hands on her shoulders as he steered her towards the class room. She stopped right outside, her feet not able to move any further forward. To say she was nervous was a huge understatement. "It's just another job." Ali inhaled the muggy air deep into her lungs and released it slowly.

"Just another job," she repeated under her breath. "Just another job."

"You know what you gotta so?" he asked, squeezing her shoulders a little as if preparing her for battle. Ali nodded.

"Yep."

"Attagirl," said Dean, clapping her on the shoulders a final time before knocking on the door. There was a beat, and then the door swung open.

Ali didn't hear what Dean and the teacher conversed about as she was ushered into the class room. She stood like a deer in the headlights in front of the room of students.

"Class, this is Allison Williams," the teacher said. Ali caught Dean's eye just before the door swung shut and he gave her a thumbs up. "I'm sure we'll all give her a warm welcome." Ali's eyes shifted over from the greying man to the sea of seniors before her. The ones that were looking up at her held blank, bored expressions whilst the others whispered to each other. The teen rolled back her shoulders, trying to gain more confidence in herself as the teacher pointed her towards an empty seat. She wasn't like the rest of them. She wasn't a real student. She may have been the same age as them, but that was all they had in common.

Ali sunk into her seat, ignoring the questions that the other students were asking each other.

"Who's the new kid?"

"She's starting half way through the semester? Who does that?"

Ali blocked them out. This was a case, and she had a job to do. She could wing the school work. It didn't matter if she got in trouble for not completing her homework correctly. The only thing that mattered was finding out why all these kids were turning up dead and putting a stop to it.

But when the teacher, Mr Rice, announced that there was going to be a quiz on the first half of Jane Eyre at the end of the week, Ali groaned. This was going to be harder than she thought.

If Ali thought English Literature was bad, it was nothing compared to the calculus class she found herself in after Gym. She'd found the double period of exercise easy enough, not minding that she'd spent most of it running laps since she didn't have a clue how to play lacrosse.

But now, as the teacher scrawled numbers and symbols that she'd never seen before across the black board, Ali simply sank back into her seat and tried to be invisible.

"Alright class, can I have two volunteers to solve the integrals on the board?" the sprightly teacher asked. Ali was pretty sure she'd said her name was Miss Prime at the beginning of the period. She was a fairly short woman, and her neat blonde hair fell in perfect rings to her shoulders.

A few hands shot up around the room, but most of them remained down. Ali's most definitely did. Miss Prime's eyes scanned the rows of students behind her glasses that were positioned on the tip of her nose.

"Christopher," she called. A boy a few desks down from Ali slowly rose to his feet. He hadn't had his hand up either, but he didn't seem particularly phased after being picked on unexpectedly. "And Allison." Ali was almost sick right there on her desk. She glanced up, meeting the teacher's encouraging eyes as she beckoned her towards the front. The teen stood slowly as she took a deep breath, psyching herself up for the humiliation that was about to take place.

Miss Prime handed her a piece of white chalk and gestured to the question on the board. Ali didn't know what it meant. She didn't even know what an integral was. The symbols she was used to were binding sigils or warding. Not math.

"Four pi over three." Ali looked to her left and caught the boy's gaze.

"What?" Christopher glanced quickly at the teacher before nodding his head towards the black board.

"The answer's four pi over three," he repeated. Ali could see that he was already done with his question and had put his chalk back on the desk. She stared at him startled for a moment before she nodded.

"Oh, thanks," she whispered back, quickly scrawling the answer down before returning to her seat.

"Good job," Miss Prime congratulated as she checked the solutions with her own. "Who's next?" A few more hands shot up around Ali and the lesson continued without her having to participate again. It felt like days later when the bell finally rang and she gathered her things into her bag and headed for the door.

"You're welcome," a voice said from beside her as she pushed through the crowd to the corridor. Ali looked over her shoulder to see that Christopher was walking beside her, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"Right, yeah, thanks for helping me out in there," she replied. The boy chuckled at little at how frazzled she seemed.

"Didn't you take pre-calculus?" he asked with a raised brow. Ali chewed on her lip as she tried to think.

"I uh, I missed a lot of classes last year," she replied. "Family drama."

"Yeah, I missed a lot after my mom died," Christopher told her. Ali shot him a sympathetic look, feeling a pang of hurt for the kid. She knew what that felt like.

"You lost your mom?"

"Yeah. Cancer." There was a beat of silence as they continued to walk down the corridor and Ali realised she wasn't exactly sure where she needed to go next. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll catch up." Ali didn't think so, but she was grateful for the vote of confidence and forced a smile on her face.

"Yeah, thanks," she replied.

"See you around, Allison," he said with a grin before heading off to his next class.

"Bye." Ali pulled out her schedule and groaned when she saw she had a double period of Economics next in class room twenty-seven. Twenty-seven? She had no idea where that was.

After fifteen minutes of wondering the high school halls, she finally came across the right room and pushed through the door. As she entered the room, she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes locking with Sam Winchester's.

Sam swallowed thickly as he stared at the girl before him, the bizarreness of the situation almost making him laugh. He quickly cleared his throat, taking a moment to collect himself.

"You're late," he told her in a stern voice. Ali bit her lip. She knew that Sam was undercover as a supply teacher at the high school, but it had somehow never occurred to her that he might teach one of her classes.

"Sorry, Mr… uh…."

"Murdoch," he filled in for her. "Take a seat." Ali nodded quickly and made her way to the only available desk. She recognised a few of the students from her other classes, but most of them were unfamiliar. She really needed to start asking questions before it was too late and another student ended up dead.

"Alright," Sam began, now addressing the whole class. "We're discussing elasticity of demand today. Can anyone tell me what that is?" A few hands went up and Sam's eyes scanned the room, landing briefly on Ali who slowly shook her head. The younger Winchester smiled a little before focussing on another student and continuing with the class.

The lesson went by fairly quickly. Ali didn't pay much attention to what Sam was saying, instead spending most of the class scrutinising the other pupils. She recognised a few of them from photographs in the news. They'd been friends with the kids who'd been killed. Ali wondered how they all seemed to be able to keep it together.

"Okay, that's it for today," Sam announced as the lesson bell sounded. "Uh, Miss Williams? Can you stay behind please?" Ali caught Sam's eye and nodded, waiting for all the other kids to leave the room before they began their conversation.

"You found anything yet?" she asked as she pulled herself up on the teacher's desk to sit.

"Nothing much," Sam replied. "Tensions are pretty high in the staff room. All the teachers seem pretty shaken up about what's been going on but other than that…" He trailed off, running a hand through his hair to push it back away from his eyes. "Dean doesn't seem to be doing much better either. You found anything?"

"So far, I've just been trying to keep my head above water," Ali replied. Sam shot her a sympathetic look. "All these kids are so much smarter than me."

"Hey, that's not true."

"Are you kidding?" she asked incredulously. "Sam, I didn't understand anything you said for the last hour." The younger Winchester chuckled at the girl before him.

"Ali, that doesn't mean you're not smart," Sam told her, trying to make her feel better. "None of us have found any leads yet. We just need a little more time."

"Yeah, you're right." Ali signed as she ran her fingers through her hair, her nails scraping against her scalp in a way she found therapeutic. "Guess I just have a lot on my mind, you know?" Sam nodded. Through everything that had been going on with the case, there will still the underlying dread of what was going to happen within the year. Dean's deal underpinned every day, every decision, every movement. It was all Ali and Sam could think about, though neither of them spoke about it much.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Sam sighed. Ali considered him a moment as she chewed on her lower lip.

"You still thinking about that girl?" she asked boldly. Sam's eyes slowly flickered over to her and he raised a brow.

"It's obvious that you still are," he pointed out.

"Look, she saved your ass Sam," Ali reminded him. "I just wanna know who she is." The teen had been thinking about it ever since the mysterious blonde woman had showed up out of the blue and saved Sam from some deadly demons. It seemed obvious that she was some kind of hunter, but that only made Ali more curious. Could it be that she was in some way connected to the man that had saved her at the roadhouse months ago?

"Ali, she also had a demon-killing knife," Sam pointed out. "You trying to tell me that isn't on your mind at all?" Ali quickly shook her head. The reaction was a little too quick for Sam's liking.

"What? No," she said. "No, I'm not even thinking about Tyler until we figure out how to save Dean." Sam wondered if maybe Ali had convinced herself that it was the truth. She had yet to convince him of it.

"If you say so," he murmured back. The bell sounded again and Ali hopped off the desk, realising that the next teacher wouldn't be as forgiving if she were late again.

Her Biology class dragged horrendously and when the lunch bell finally rang, Ali breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been told by the receptionist at the beginning of the day that she needed to see the guidance counsellor as she was a new student. Ali made her way towards the office where she took a seat and waited for her appointment.

Not before long, another girl took a seat opposite her. Her hair was dark and covered half of her face. Ali recognised her instantly from a photo she'd seen in a police report. She'd found one of the victim's bodies a few weeks ago.

The girl looked up, clearly having sensed that someone was watching her. Ali blinked quickly before plastering a smile on her face.

"Hey, I'm Allison," she greeted tentatively. The brunette girl was clearly upset. Ali was pretty sure she knew why.

"I know," the girl replied. "You're in my calculus class." Ali nodded, now remembering that she'd seen her earlier that day. "I'm Emily."

"You want some water?" Emily shook her head as she brushed the hair away from her face. Ali could see where tears had dragged her eye makeup down her cheeks. She quickly pulled a tissue from a bow on the table next to her and handed it to the girl.

"Thanks," Emily said quietly.

"You knew that girl, right?" Ali asked tentatively. "Grace Meyer?" Emily's expression hardened for a moment before she sighed, sinking back into her chair as she nodded.

"Yeah, I knew her since middle school," she replied. Ali knew she had to tread carefully, but she also knew she didn't have a lot of time.

"And you found her? After she fell off the roof?" Emily sniffed as she wiped the mascara from her cheeks.

"I didn't just find her," she replied. "I saw her jump."

"She jumped?" Ali asked incredulously. "The news said it was an accident." Emily sighed.

"No one believed me," she replied. "Apparently a suicide in a school is just too much paperwork." Her tone was bitter, but Ali understood where her anger was coming from.

"Did you notice anything strange? Any sounds or smells?" Ali asked. Emily shot her a weird look.

"Smells?"

"Like rotten eggs," Ali explained. Emily shook her head. "Can you think why Grace would've wanted to kill herself?" She shook her head again.

"No idea," the brunette girl replied. "She just found out she had a place a Princeton."

"Wow," Ali replied. "She must've been smart."

"She was," Emily replied. "And popular and pretty. Even had the perfect boyfriend."

"Who was her boyfriend?"

"Christopher Davis," Emily told her. "You probably met him earlier. He's in our calculus class." Ali's eyes widened. She remembered the kid from earlier. He'd seemed nice enough.

Before she had a chance to ask another question, the office door opened up and Emily disappeared inside.

"Emily was pretty certain she saw Grace jump," Ali told Sam and Dean when the three of them reconvened back at the motel later that day.

"Did she say why?" Sam asked.

"No. Sounds like her life was pretty perfect." Ali was thoughtful for a moment as she remembered how upset Grace had been. She couldn't imagine watching a friend do something like that and she felt bad for the girl. "Did you find anything?"

"I talked to Luka's parents," Dean announced. Luka was the first of the victims that had been found at the school. He'd been discovered by one of the cleaners in the restroom with a pair of scissors jammed into his chest. He'd bled out hours before anyone found him. "The kid had good grades, set right up for college."

"Was he popular?" Ali asked.

"Not particularly," Dean replied. "But he wasn't a loner if that's what you mean."

"Was Anna Young also a perfect student?" Ali asked, turning to Sam. The younger Winchester sighed.

"She was until about four months ago," he explained. "I checked her school record. Perfect attendance until she hit senior year. The teachers seem to think she fell into the wrong crowd. Looks like she was pretty close to getting kicked out." Sam pulled out a piece of paper from the file of documents he'd made copies of at the school and showed it to the others. Dean took it from his hands as he examined it before looking through the rest of the papers.

"What happened to her again?" Dean asked.

"Overdosed in the locker room," Sam said sombrely.

"So, what do we think it is?" Ali asked, pushing back the feeling of dread that had settled in her stomach. "Some kind of ghost sickness?"

"Could be," the younger Winchester agreed. "But why these kids? They're all seniors but other than that, there's nothing to connect all three."

"Grace and Anna were both on the cheerleading squad," Ali reminded him.

"But Luka wasn't." Ali bit her lip. There had to be something else to link all three of the victims together.

"Hey, what was that girl's name who said she saw Grace jump?" Dean asked suddenly as she scanned through the papers.

"Emily," Ali replied. "Why?"

"I think I found our link," he replied. "This Emily chick knew all three. She's in all their classes." Ali frowned as Dean showed her copies of all the registers.

"That doesn't mean she killed them," she argued. "Maybe it's just a coincidence." Dean scoffed.

"She admitted that she saw Grace jump. Maybe she pushed her," he suggested.

"Emily and Grace were friends," Ali reminded him, growing a little irritated by Dean's suggestion.

"Yeah, according to Emily," Dean shot back. Ali huffed. She'd seen how upset Emily was in the office. Either Dean was wrong or the brunette girl was an extremely good actress.

"We don't know for sure," Sam interjected. "Why don't you keep an eye on her tomorrow and Dean and I will see if we can find out more." Ali nodded reluctantly but didn't argue any more. Dean also agreed, though his reluctance seemed even stronger.

"Fine, whatever," he replied, glancing over to Ali. "Don't you have homework or something to do?" The seventeen-year old glared back at him as she grabbed her bag and headed off to her room.

Ali was sat by herself in the cafeteria when a tray was placed next to her and somebody slid across the bench.

"Hey," Christopher greeted cheerily. Ali smiled a little, though kept half an eye on the brunette girl who was sitting at another table. She'd been watching Emily for the past couple of days and was yet to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Hi."

"Did you get the calculus homework done yet?" he asked, stabbing a few pieces of pasta onto his fork and shovelling it into his mouth.

"Not yet," Ali replied as she pushed her own pasta around the plastic plate.

"You can copy mine if you want," the boy offered. "Say, Friday, seven o'clock?" Ali halted her pasta pushing, her eyes flickering over to the blue-eyed senior.

"As smooth as that was," she begun, her voice only a little sarcastic. "I think I'll have to pass."

"Why?" he asked. He didn't seem upset by her answer, just genuinely curious. "Is Friday family night?" Ali stifled a laugh, glad her mouth wasn't full of pasta.

"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "And no offence, but I don't usually go for high school kids." Christopher shot her a weird look before he shrugged.

"Fair enough," he replied, finishing off his pasta before moving on to Ali's. She let him eat it without any protest. "Worth a shot." Ali laughed a little, and then she remembered what Emily had said. Her eyes narrowed at the boy next to her.

"Didn't your girlfriend die like three weeks ago?" Christopher stopped chewing, a guilty look falling on his face. Ali arched a brow at him challengingly.

"Yeah," he said, cringing at himself. It was the first time Ali had seen him anything but elated. "I'm a terrible human being." Ali shook her head at him sympathetically.

"You're not," she assured him. "Might just wanna wait a little longer before you ask out the new kid."

"It wasn't serious," Christopher defended. "We'd only been together for a month. We hadn't even had sex yet." Ali pursed her lips together, unsure what she should say next. Christopher had a tendency to overshare a little and Ali, who was somewhat of a closed book, found herself speechless on occasion.

Luckily for her, their conversation was interrupted by another presence opposite. Ali looked up as a girl she didn't recognise sat down, her tray placed carefully on the edge of the table with a salad neatly piled on top of a plate.

"We really need to get started on our Chemistry assignment if we want to get it done by the holidays, Christopher," she said, shrugging off her expensive looking jacket and repositioning her hair.

"I know, Tiffany," Christopher sighed. "I've just got a lot on my mind these days."

"I know, and I get it," the girl, Tiffany, agreed. "I still haven't found a replacement for Grace and the girl who took Anna's spot I don't think has ever seen a scorpion before." Ali raised her brows in shock at the girl who'd just appeared.

"Don't you think that's a little insensitive?" Christopher cut in, though it was clear he wasn't surprised by his friend's comments.

"Insensitive?" she scoffed. "I'm the one that has to waste time with sophomores who think no one will notice if they put their hands down in a side aerial." Tiffany scoffed, her elbows resting on the table as she picked at her salad.

"You knew Anna?" Ali asked tentatively. The defeated girl looked up as if noticing Ali for the first time.

"Of course, I did," she replied, eyeing Ali up and down. "You must be Allison Williams." Ali was a little taken aback, especially when Tiffany's hand was thrust forward for her to shake. She took it cautiously.

"Yeah, I just moved here," Ali lied.

"With your uncle," Tiffany filled in. Ali nodded. "I'm on the student council and I like to try and get to know all my peers."

"That's nice, I guess," the blonde teen replied. Tiffany smiled tightly back at her before the bell sounded. Christopher shot Ali a reassuring smile as they stood and grabbed their things.

"Don't worry, she's always like that." Ali returned the smile as he clapped her on the shoulder, hoping that Tiffany wouldn't take the liberty of getting to know her too well.

After three days of keeping an eye on Emily, Ali had decided that there was no way she could be behind the deaths. She'd followed her to the cafeteria, watched her in all the classes she could and even waited for her outside the counsellor's office. Of course, Emily had taken this as an indication that she and Ali were becoming friends. Ali couldn't deny the fact that she was beginning to like Emily too.

It wasn't until the final period of the week that Ali noticed something off about the brunette girl. She'd been acting distant all day and when their biology class rolled around, Ali knew that something was definitely bothering her.

Al spent nearly the full hour of the lesson staring at the back of Emily's head. She was shaking. The movement was subtle, but Ali could see it in her hands when she bent down to grab her textbook from her bag. And when Emily raised her hand and asked if she could go to the bathroom, Ali could tell from her voice that she was most definitely not alright.

The brunette girl practically ran from her desk to the door, taking her back with her. Ali watched her through the window as she hurried down the corridor, her feet slapping against the laminate flooring.

Ali stood and made her way to the door.

"Where do you think you're going, Miss Williams?" the teacher, Mr Clark, asked. Ali didn't look back as she ignored him, heading out the classroom and following Emily down the corridor. "Miss Williams!"

Ali grabbed her phone from her pocket, dialling Sam's number as she tried to catch up with her friend.

"Ali, what's going on?" Sam asked frantically.

"Something's wrong with Emily," Ali told him as she ran.

"Why? What's happening?"

"I'm not sure, just hurry up. I'm on the first floor," she told him before hanging up. "Emily!" Ali yelled as the out of control teen pushed through another door into the bathroom. "Emily!"

Ali sprinted into the bathroom, stopping dead in her tracks when she saw the girl in front of her. Emily was surrounded by shards of glass, the pieces from the broken mirror that hung on the wall. One of her hands was bloody and cut and Ali guess she must've put her fist through it.

"Emily, just relax okay," Ali said as she took a step closer. Emily flinched, though she wasn't crying or shaking like Ali had expected. She was perfectly still. "What's wrong?" She didn't reply, simply bending down and retrieving one of the broken pieces of mirror from the floor. "What are you doing?" Ali asked as Emily held the shard in her hand. "Emily, no!" she yelled as she lunged forward. It was too late. Emily had already jammed the piece of mirror into her neck.

Ali gasped, shock more than anything halting her steps as she stared at the horrific scene before her. Blood spurted everywhere as Emily fell to her knees and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Her body convulsed for a moment before stilling. The blonde girl couldn't breathe.

"Ali!" She heard Sam's voice behind her as he ran into the bathroom. He stopped next to her momentarily as he took in what was happening, before running forward to the injured teen on the floor. The room quickly flooded with more people. Mr Clark appeared first, along with several other students who screamed when they spotted Emily on the floor Ali was sure she must've been dead now.

"Okay, can we clear the room please?" Mr Clark began as he motioned for everyone to leave. Ali could see that Sam was already on the phone, no doubt to the emergency services. "Miss Williams?"

Ali let the biology teacher push her out of the bathroom as he tried to clear the scene. Her ears were filled with the cries and shouts of other students who'd witnessed the sight of Emily lying dead on the tiles, but none of them had actually seen it happen. Ali had. She'd watched it happen before her eyes, powerless to stop it.

"Ali turned from the crowd, heading down the corridor against the flow of students that were swarming the tragedy. Some were crying but more looked confused as if they didn't know what was going on. Ali needed to get out. She knew she'd probably have to talk to the cops about what she'd witnessed, but right then, she needed to be out of the school.

She'd just about managed to squeeze through the sea of people when she spotted him. He was right up ahead, his face shadowed by the black hood he wore. Ali recognised the figure from the night he'd saved her at the roadhouse. He'd scared the hunters away before disappearing into the night like smoke. Now, he was staring right at her.

"Hey!" Ali yelled at him as she approached. He turned from her, heading out of sight before she could reach him. "Hey!" The teen began to run, infuriated that he might slip away again. She followed him down the stairwell and out into the parking lot. The vicinity was already swarming with police cars and paramedics. Ali looked frantically through the blue lights, her eyes falling on the back of a motorcycle as it sped away and out of view.

He was gone.

AN: To be continued...

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