I can’t explain to you the pain that I felt that night as I ran through the woods, and away from the man who wanted to take my life. “Joey!” I heard from behind me. “Stop running from me, precious. I just want to talk to you!” he screamed.

By this time, my shoes had fallen off, and my dress was torn almost to shreds. Oh, and did I mention that this was the night of my Prom? What was supposed to be one of the best nights of my life, and he had to come and ruin it. Bastard. I kept running until I reached the lake that was very near my school. I tripped over a branch on the ground and scraped my knee. I got up as quickly as possible, and with my knee now bleeding, and my feet throbbing, I knew that I had to run further, but how? All that I saw was the lake. As I contemplated diving into the ice cold water that had produced an eerie fog, he grabbed my arm and threw my back against a tree. I screamed in pain and yelled, “Xander, what the hell?”

“Oh, poor little Josephine is hurt. Let me cure that for you,” he said in his sly tone as he brought his face up to mine and ran his tongue up my cheek.

I cringed at the thought and feeling of this action. “What do you want?” I asked.

“You didn’t do your job, Joey. You know that you were supposed to help me out, and you didn’t. Why is that?”

“What the hell does it matter, you sick bastard? Do you find some sick amusement in the death and torture of other people?”

“Such hostile behavior, darling. And yes, I do.”

“Don’t call me darling, you pig! I am not your play thing you sick fuck!”

“Well, then,” Xander said, sending a chill up my spine. “Tell me why you didn’t do your job and kill him, or I’ll,” he said as he reached behind himself and pulled out a gun. “Kindly put a bullet through your skull, and we can call it a night.”

As he held the gun to my head, I trembled in such fear that I could barely speak, but I kept the fear aside and went back to my screaming. “I didn’t do it, Xander, because I couldn’t!”

“And why not?” he asked.

“I just couldn’t,” I told him in all honesty.

“That is not an answer, love,” he told me as he cocked the gun. “Now, to make this a lot easier, will you please tell me why you didn’t kill him? Please, Joey, because I need to fucking know!”

“Fine!” I screamed. “I’ll tell you, you piece of shit. I’ll tell you why.”

“Please do, because I‘m losing my patience with you.”

“I…” Hesitation was an asset that I hated. “I sort of…”

“Please, Joey, we don’t have all god damn night, here.”

“I fell in love with him, Xander.”

“Excuse me? You did what?” he yelled. “How the hell could you be so stupid? I ask for one simple task, and you fall in love? That makes me sick, actually.”

“I messed up, but I promise that I’ll do it,” I lied. I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to kill my boyfriend.

“Good, but now you have to do something else, as well. Another little ‘deed’. And you can’t refuse, or this gun here shoots a nice slug into your pretty little head. You get the wonderful duty of killing off someone else that I loathe. Kerr Brown.”

“But that’s Bailey’s cousin! I can’t kill his cousin, too!” I wasn’t going to do any of this, but how was I going to get away from Xander?

“You can’t what?” Xander asked as he pushed the gun harder against my skull.

“Fine, fine. I’ll do it,” I said as a hidden tear escaped my eye.

“Good, now. I’ll let you go… for now. But you meet me at the quarry… tomorrow at midnight,” he said and then kissed my neck. It gave me such an unnatural feeling that it almost made me sick.

As Xander walked off, I collapsed against the tree and broke down in tears. This was just too much for a barely eighteen year old girl to handle. I was forced to kill two people whom I loved and/or knew. It was all too much for me. Why was I put in that one spot on that horrible night not too long before this night I was given a second ‘deed’?

… I was walking home from a party one night and on nights such as that, I

always took the rock quarry route as a shortcut home. I lived in such a small town, that the rock quarry was used for other things rather than storing just giant mounds of stone. As I was rounding a corner, or shall I say heap, I heard voices, and I just assumed that they were drunken teenagers, so when I turned my head around the corner to check, and saw four men, three of which with guns, I took in a deep gasp of air. Just as I was about to pull myself back around the pile of rocks, one of the men shot off his gun, killing the unarmed man. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen, and unfortunately for me, the three men heard my second gasp.

“What was that?” One of them asked.

“Go figure it out,” the one, who at the time I didn’t realize was Xander, but figured was the leader of the group, ordered another one of the men.

The man who was ordered to see what was going on came over toward the pile of rocks that I was standing behind. I knew that at that point, I couldn’t run away, or I would most likely be shot at. I stood there, motionless as he came towards me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. He wasn’t much of a gentleman. “Here’s where our noise came from,” the man said as he pulled me out towards Xander and his fellow comrade.

“Fresh meat,” I heard the man standing next to Xander mutter.

“No, not this one,” Xander said as he walked a circle around me. I could feel his eyes burning into my body. “We have bigger plans for her.”

“Like what, X?” the man, who seemed very much a buffoon, asked.

“Call me X again, Hewe and I’ll slit your throat,” Xander said as he glared at the other man. “Do you know Bailey St. John?” he asked me. I nodded my head ‘yes’, and he continued, “Do you know him well?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Why?”

“Seeing as you witnessed a lovely crime here tonight, in exchange for me sparing your life, you have a deed to fulfill for me.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’d be much obliged if you would, well, how should I put this lightly for you? Kill him.”

“Excuse me?” I remember asking. I couldn’t believe that I was being told that I had to kill someone, or basically, I would be dead.

“You heard me. Kill him. I want him dead. No questions asked.”

“But why?”

“Ah, ah, ah, I said no questions asked. Do this for me, and everything will be just peachy. Now, go ahead and leave us, but I’d like it if you would meet me here in a week, to talk about your, progress. Otherwise, you know, I can always find you, and kill you in your nice sweet slumber.”

“Okay,” I half choked. I was definitely going to have nightmares that night, afraid that this man was going to come into my room and kill me, just for fun. He seemed so calm about everything, too, that it scared me even more. How could someone be so calm about it all? I knew Bailey St. John very well, he was one of my best friends, and it hurt me so bad to hear that I had to kill him. I didn’t even know why. When I asked, I was told that I couldn’t ask. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t kill my best friend… ever…

As I sat against the tree remembering that night five months ago, I began crying even more. I was now deeply in love with Bailey St. John, and now I had to kill his cousin also. I didn’t know what I was going to do. It was so hard to hear the words that Xander spoke. How could I do something like that, and I still didn’t have any explanation as to why it needed to be done. I just knew that Xander found a sick pleasure in seeing other people die.

Once I was done balling my eyes out, I decided that it would be best to return to my boyfriend, my best friend, and my best friend’s boyfriend, who actually happened to be my boyfriend’s cousin, Kerr. It was strange, but it was a small town, and that’s what you got.

As I approached the school, I noticed that Bailey, Emily, my best friend, and Kerr were all standing outside of the school. I felt like I was an attraction of some kind as all three of them stared at me like I was the walking dead. I suppose I looked like a walking corpse after all of that. “What the hell happened to you?” Emily asked as I got closer to them.

“I took a walk, fell down a few times, got chased by a bear, fell down some more, you know, my usual after-Prom routine,” I told them, trying to sound sarcastic. I couldn’t tell them what actually happened. I walked up to Bailey, with tears in my eyes and said, “Will you take me home?”

“Of course,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “Come on,” he said.

“Bye, Em,” I said as I hugged her. “See you later, Kerr.”

“Bye, babe,” Emily said as we released ourselves from our embrace. “Call me tomorrow, please.”

“I will,” I said, and Bailey and I both walked towards his pick-up truck. He helped me into the truck and closed the door for me. “Thanks,” I said once he got into the driver’s side of the truck.

“Do you really want to go home, or do you want to go to the Pointe and relax and maybe talk?” he asked.

“The Pointe sounds fine. I guess I just wanted to get away from there. Sorry to make you leave so early.”

“It’s fine. You look like you needed to leave. But can you explain to me what happened?”

“I got chased by some psycho person and I fell a few times and then they went away.” I was basically telling the truth, just with a few things left out.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“That’s kind of weird. I’m sorry I didn’t go outside with you.”

“It’s okay, Bailey, don’t worry about it. I’m fine now. Let’s just go to the Pointe and relax.”

“Sounds good to me.”

We drove to the Pointe that was a beautiful lookout of the valley that lay beneath our town. Only a few cars were there, and it was rather obvious what they were doing. Bailey and I had gone there with those intentions a few times, but this time was different, even though it was Prom. Once we parked the car and everything went silent, I broke the void by ripping the bottom of my dress off. It caused the dress to come up above my knees, and it showed off the bruises and cuts that I had received from the brutal ground while running from Xander.

“Jesus,” Bailey said. “You sure fell hard,” he said. He believed the story that I told him because occasionally the town drunks would hang out around the school and it being Prom, they got some sort of kick out of it.

“Yeah, It’s really not that bad,” I lied as the pain surrounded my body.

“Come here,” he said as he held out his arm, inviting me to be encompassed by it. I moved myself next to him and he whispered into my ear, “I love you, Joey. No matter what happens, I will always love you.”

I smiled and we were silent. I fell asleep in his arms, and he fell asleep soon after. That night was a night that I wanted to forget, which hurt me, because Prom was supposed to be such a wonderful night. Even though I had fun at the beginning… Xander messed it all up. Bastard.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first ever supernatural fic… I hope whoever reads this likes it. I actually had this written like a year ago, but I lost the first half of it, so I’m rewriting it and making it a lot better. Anyway… please read and review. Thanks!