Kendall & Cameron | A Supernatural fan fiction |

|1| The lady in the night gown. | part 1 |

11 year old Anastasia Fowell, sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor, staring doe eyed at the wide television screen, her parents asleep upstairs. Anastasia had sneaked down the wooden stairs a few minutes before.

The television flickered, crackling and hopping over channels until it found a middle point between the stations. The crackling died down, as an eerie voice, took its place. Anastasia shifted on the floor, stretching her legs out and pushing her self back against the sofa behind her.

" An-a-sttt-a-sia.." It stuttered, a feminine voice. " Anasstt-asia" It seemed to flow better through her ears.

Anastasia slowly stood up, stepping closer to the television. The little girl, warily eyed it, waiting for the droning voice again.

" Where-are your parents..." It returned. Anastasia's eyes darted around, looking in all directions, first the stairs then back to the tv.

" Asleep...Upstairs." She replied, her own voice matching the stuttering of the woman's.

A few moments of uncertainty past, while that left Anastasia completely alone with the black and white fuzzing of the TV, the loud crackling returning. Then it all stopped.

Dead silence.

Anastasia felt a shudder run down her back, a hand resting on her shoulder, as her hair was pushed away from her ear. She rolled her head to the side, coming face to face with a woman, wearing a long white night dress. At least she could put a face to the voice. Anastasia's eyes widened, as the woman began to whisper messy words into her ear.

" Your parents, they aren't who you think they are, they're lying to you, you can't trust them" her voice was sickening and Anastasia felt her stomach do somersaults.

"But... They're my parents" Anastasia almost whimpered, her voice cracking.

"You don't understand!" The voice was almost shouting now and Anastasia prayed her parents would hear and come downstairs to her rescue. "You're parents don't really love you, they are just selfish, greedy human beings who will refuse to let you live your life"

"But, they're..." Anastasia's voice faltered, the voice was getting to her.

"Go into the kitchen" the woman demanded suddenly. "Grab a knife, if you don't kill them first your 'mommy and daddy' are going to kill YOU"

As if a switch had been flicked on, something started to burn in Anastasia's eyes. She felt as if she wasn't totally in control of what she was doing, but that she knew full well what is happening. Her eyes clouded over and grew dark.

She had given in to the woman's wishes. 

And with that, Anastasia dawdled towards the opening to the kitchen, to the kettle and to the knife holder. Pulling out the biggest handle, she stared at her reflection in the shiny metal. She grasp the handle tightly.

The stairs creaked as she made her way up to the top, her hand running along the banister with the knife firm in the other. Her feet stopped at the top of the stairs. Light flooded through the tiny crack in the door, eclipsed by Anastasia's body. She tilted her head, moving closer to the bed, which her mother tossed and turned in. Keeping her mind set on her goal, she brought her arm up, standing over her fathers body.

Plunging the sharp silver knife into her fathers chest, she watched his eyes snap open. His scream was low, and soon became week, before completely overtaken with her mothers almost strangled scream. Hey fathers eyes rolled backwards into his head, almost as quickly as they had opened.