The Demon's Girl

Chapter 4

Sam's p.o.v

Dean and I drove as fast as we could to the man's house, breaking the speed limit. We nearly got into an accident, but we managed to swerve out of the way. We finally parked in front of the house and ran inside. But we got into the house, we saw that the man that was in my vision, dead and lying in his own blood and chest exposed.

"Looks like you were right, Sam," Dean said. "Stay here. I'm gonna take a look around."

Dean walked away and crouched down. staring at the dead victim. I stared at his chest and scrunched up my eyebrows. "What the hell?" I mumbled. Dean walked back in and shook his head. "Nothing. House empty, but I found sulfur at the back door. You?" Dean asked.

"Dean, come look at this," I said.

Dean walked over and followed my gaze to the victim's bare chest, reading the message on his chest. "'You should have stayed away from her when you had the chance. Kim Paisley is mine,'" we read aloud. I turned to look at Dean, who was just as confused at I was, then back at the message.

"What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean asked to himself.

Kim's p.o.v

I was walking around in a misty forest, lost and alone. "Hello?" I called. "Anybody there?" The air was chilly, so I hugged my arms and looked around, trying to find a source of life. I gulped and continued to trudge through the dark and mysterious forest, my body trembling. The leaves crumbled under my combat boots, and my pullover did absolutly nothing to protect me from the cold. I heard shuffling from behind me and I whipped around, frightened. "Hello? Who's there?" I shouted. Alex walked out and smiled at me, and all my worries were gone.

"Alex, thank god! It's just you," I sighed in relief.

Alex smiled and walked over to me, but suddenly, a hook impaled his stomach, making him scream in agony. I watched in horror and fright as Alex crumbled to the ground, a hopeles bloody mess and weak. I screamed as a figure came up and began to repeatedly stab Alex with a hook, blood squirting everywhere. Alex looked at me with his dull brown eyes, sadness and anger dancing around.

"How could you let me die like this, Kim? This is all your fault," he spat at me.

"Alex, it's not my fault," I cried, crumbling to my feet.

"This is all your fault, Kim!" Alex snapped.

Kim, Kim, Kim...

I looked up and saw the figure standing in front of Patrick, who was on the ground . The figure holding his hook up high. "Nooooo!" I screamed.

"Kimberly!"

I shot up and screamed as loud as I could, panting and sobbing heavily. I felt Patrick pull me into a hug and I cried in his chest. "Shhhh, baby, you're okay. You're fine. It was just a nightmare," Patrick whispered. I sniffed and wiped my face clean of tears. "It was so real. Forest... Alex... monster..." I whimpered. Patrick rubbed my back and hummed Lullabye. I closed my eyes and focused on his voice. I looked at him and felt his fingers brush against my cheek. I leaned in his touch and put my hand over his.

"It's all my fault, Patrick. If I just drove home and avoided Alex, he would still be alive," I muttered.

Patrick frowned and kissed my nose. "Kim, it's not your fault. Please stop blaming yourself, love," Patrick pleaded. "I hate seeing you like this. It breaks my heart." I sighed and looked at the clock. The red numerical digets read 3:45 am, and I immediately felt bad. I looked at Patrick only to find him getting out of bed. "Where are you going?" I asked.