My feet hit the ground hard and took off running. The store owner was yelling my name and making a big ol' fuss. I just laughed. I zipped around a corner and hid behind a dumpster as I waited for the cop and store owner to pass. Chuckling lowly I cautiously left the alley, all the way home keeping' an eye out for my two pursuers. They haven't caught me yet, but I wasn't about to chance it. I let the gravel under my feet distract me. It worked, sort of. Usually how it went. Never can really forget that I'm a poor kid, living at the end of a dirt crap gravel road, and often at the receiving end of fists. But, hey, it's nice to try.

Its not like I enjoy stealing, but Judy really wanted PB&J, unfortunately, we were out up bread and mom's a little on the greedy side. Bread is not her top priority. Hence, my situation. It's not like she didn't care for us and she always made sure we had what we needed, and that's as far as her generosity ever went. At least I could see Judy happy, or so I thought.

I knew I was screwed when I got home and they were waiting for me.

"Ethan Grey!" I really did think about running, but figured it was futile and Mom would still kill me either way. "Come here!" by the way her brow was knitted and her face was red I knew I was in deep shit. I visibly winced as I approached the sad, little front porch with the loaf of bread in hand.

I didn't even let them speak. I just threw the stupid guy his loaf of bread and ran up to my room. Passing my little sister on the way up, but I couldn't stop and face her. But a quick glance told me she was worried.

"Ethan, open up." My Mom's voice wasn't angry anymore, but I didn't feel like talkin'. The heavy air in my room wasn't helping my mood as I slid down against my door and buried my face in my arms. Damn everything. "Ethan, please." She pleaded, I could hear the desperation in her voice, but ignored it.

"Go away." I said it loud enough that she could hear me. I heard her walk away and then some murmuring a few seconds after.

I sighed, brushing my dirt blond colored bangs out of my face and banged the back of my head against the door. The sun was going down and its golden light reached through my window. I tried to ignore the grumbling of my stomach, but it was growing hard too and it didn't help that I could smell dinner cooking. No doubt my mother trying to lure me out. Wasn't going to work though. I was stronger than that.

I crossed my arms and smirked accepting my own challenge. Flopping on my bed of wrangled sheets and blankets I started playing on my phone. There was a small knock and the door creaked open sometime later. I glanced to the corner of my screen and seen in was eight fifteen and incredibly dark in my room. I hadn't even noticed. I reached over and turned on the lamp beside my bed.

"Judy?" I couldn't meet her wide blue eyes. I had failed her. "Shouldn't you be in bed?" she opened the door a little more and I saw she was dressed in her pj's and her wide eyes had tears streaming from her face. "Judy?" I asked a little more urgently jumping off my bed and took her into my arms. "What's wrong?" I held her face in my hands and wiped her tears with my thumbs.

"Th-There's something down stairs." She whispered and clutched my shirt tighter. I looked her over to make sure she wasn't injured and saw her blood covered bunny slippers.

"St-Stay here." I said sternly, swallowing the knot in my throat, still looking at the blood. She nodded and I ushered her into my closet. With my heart pounding I started my way down stairs with a baseball bat in hand. Thank God I had it setting by my door.

I held it over my shoulder, ready to swing at anything. "Mom. . .?" I whispered, more so mouthed actually. I couldn't get the blood covered slippers out of my head. Squeezing my eyes shut as I came to the stairs and tried to summon the courage to turn and go down them. I wasn't sure if I was an idiot or incredibly brave, either way I should have called 911. Thanks me, for being so reckless. Taking a deep breath I jumped around the corner with my bat in a white knuckle grip. "Fuck." My breath shook, the lamp in the living room was tipped over and blinking like a strobe light, and the stupid stairs creaked horribly as I walked down them.

I was scared. Terrified, actually. I trembled horribly as I started hearing slurping sounds. "M-Mom?" I gasped trying to get a hold on my fear, but, oh God, there was already so much blood. I felt a tear slip down my face and my breath became even more ragged. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering.

Come on, you are 15 get yourself together. Mom needs you. I reached the landing and followed the trail of blood to the kitchen and felt sick at the smell. It was horrible. I moved forward, doing my best to avoid the blood, and could hear the sucking sound growing louder and some sounds of pleasure mixed in.

I peeked around the corner and gasped at the sight, quickly slapping a hand over my mouth. I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. I looked around the corner again shaking worse than I was before.

A man was leaned over my mom, her eyes wide and nearly dead with tears slipping out every once in a while. Her skin was so pale against the crimson, some of it running out of her mouth, and her chestnut hair was mated, clumped together, and stuck to the floor. Her visible arm was laying at a crooked angle with a bone pressing against the skin.

I couldn't help but let out a strangle scream catching the attention of the monster. There was no way that thing was human. I realized I was crying and the tears ran ramped down my chin and splashed loudly in the sudden dead silence. Oh God, why?

The thing turned slowly and hissed, probably angry I'd interrupted him. He was thin and just as pale as my mother on the floor, and blood, her blood, dripping down its chin. Its face was covered and I could see two elongated teeth when it hissed. I shook my head unable to believe what I was seeing.

He stood and was easily six foot so I was several inches shorter and my grip on the bat only tightened to the point it was painful. The guy was wearing a once white shirt, but it was ripped and dirty and not to mention the blood soaking the front and the same went for his pants.

Suddenly, a rush of anger took over my fear as I remember Judy just upstairs. I swung my bat and it connected with his skull and a satisfying zing jarred my arms. I brought the bat back for another swing. The thing stumbled back dazed when he should be dead or at least unconscious because there was a nice sized dent in his cranium.

Fuck! I started swing haphazardly at his head when he growled at me. I couldn't believe it, even after those extra hits he still tore my bat from my hand and staggered towards me. I stumbled back, scared for my life as I realized I could die, right here, right now, without having done anything with my life. I stumbled over a chair and landed painfully on the legs and that realization was becoming more real by the second.

The thing smirked, his lips pulling back to reveal, what I still couldn't believe were, his fangs. I whimpered and hurriedly stood, nearly tripping again. I reached into the knife draw and, with my luck, grabbed it by the blade end effectively slicing my palm. I hissed in pain and grabbed the knife with my other hand correctly.

I felt like prey as the thing slowly stalked towards me tilting its head as if sizing my up. I held the knife close and in front of me, not wanting to risk him snatching it away like he did with my bat. He hissed before he launched himself. Shoving me to the ground.

I struggled underneath him while also trying to get air back into my lungs. I decided then that I wasn't going to die. The thing was trying to pin my arm while growling and hissing, blood dripping onto my face. I lashed my arms around and swiped at his neck with the knife spilling more blood gushing out and onto my chest.

It hesitated and I swiped again, pushing it over so that I was on top and stabbed my blade into his neck. He stopped moving and I leaned back feeling relieved it was dead. I took several deep breaths and let my head droop. I felt relief.

A hand gripped my right hand and my adrenaline shot back up. The grip was painful and forced me to drop my only source of protection. The thing started to sit up its nearly severed head lulling to the side. I tugged my arm frantically while trying to push him away with the other. I felt tears start falling again and I hoped this was just a bad dream.

It had to be. Vampires aren't real. Monsters aren't real. Mom's not dead. . . I realized I was sobbing and the thing wrapped its other hand around my throat, constricting my breathing. It's just a dream, I tried to convince myself.

"Fuck you." I spat out starting to choke. I looked into his eyes and could feel the bloodlust. This thing was crazy. He let go of my other hand and used it to turn my head and brought his closer. I struggled to reach the knife. It spun on the tile as my finger brushed it. "Come on!" I wasn't sure what I was yelling to. Maybe fate. Maybe the thing to just finish me off. Maybe my short arms.

My fingers brushed the knife again and I felt a spark of hope till it spun just out of reach. I let out a strangled, desperate sob. I'm sorry, Judy. I shut my eyes as I felt the sharp teeth press against my skin. I shivered at the hot breath.

"E-Ethan?" everything crashed around me. The thing pulled away to peer at Judy and I struggled to turn my head. She still had on her bloody bunny slippers and my old teddy bear clutched to my chest. Her shoulders shook and she was crying.

"Well aren't you pretty." I was shocked the thing could speak, but my fear took over then. As his grip loosed to go after Judy I rolled away and grabbed the knife off the floor. I stood, my legs shaking, and charged at the killer. Just as he reached for a petrified Judy I stabbed the blade into its neck, blood spilling down my hand and I realized that the wound had healed somewhat.

Can I even kill this thing?, I thought terrified. I ripped the knife up, but I caught on something hard, the spinal cord, and I ripped it out lashing a spray of blood across Judy and her Frozen pajamas. I hacked at the back of the neck, my legs wrapped tightly around the thing, one hand digging into the dingy shirt while the other hacked at his flesh.

After what seemed like forever the head thumped the ground. At this point Judy decided to unfreeze herself and start screaming her head off. I stumbled the few feet to her and cradled her tear streaked face, smearing blood on her cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's ok. I'm here. I'll protect you." I drew her to my chest as she sobbed and shook and screamed for mom. I bit my lip so hard it bled and then kept biting, because I was not about to be weak when she needed me to be strong. "I told you to stay in the closet." I tightened my grip on her. "Dammit, Judy, why didn't you listen?" I held her at arm's length and searched her face.

"I—I thou-thought you we-were in tr-tr-tr. . ." I hushed her and pulled her back to my chest and she cried on my shoulder. I cautiously looked over my other shoulder and sighed in relief when the body and head were still where they fell.

I picked Judy up and she wrapped her legs and arms around me. I felt like a zombie as I walked having come off my adrenaline high I realized my mom was dead and I had just killed something that wasn't human—a vampire. . .maybe, I'm not sure still. They're not supposed to be real. I shifted Judy to one arm and opened the bathroom door. I set her on the sink counter and turned on the faucet. I used a cloth and wiped the blood I'd smeared on her face off and cleaned myself after and then wrapped it around my injured hand till I could really bandage it.

I looked at myself in the mirror; into my own green eyes. I already looked exhausted and it wasn't even 9:30 yet, but I figured if we could survive this we could survive anything.

Judy sat completely still her blue eyes wide. I helped her out of her clothes and she got into the bath. I walked down the hall to my room and got some clean clothes. At the time I had only been thinking about getting the blood off, but then I realized that is if I called the police and told them what happened they'd thing I was crazy and even if I didn't tell them the truth, cutting off an intruders head with a kitchen blade was pretty worthy of the asylum.

I started to cry again, because my mother was killed by some monster and this wasn't some horrific dream as much as I wished it was.

Slowly a plan formed. I snatched up my clothes and stuffed them into a duffle bag and did the same with Judy's. She was wrapped in a towel when I reentered the bathroom and I handed her some fresh clothes.

"Stay here, you understand." I said sternly. I didn't want to think that thing had friends that might come looking for him. I shivered at the thought.

She nodded stiffly, "I-I promise." I just nodded and headed down stairs with another bag. I shoved all the food we had in the cabinets into it and the spare money and then took my mom's purse knowing 80 dollars wouldn't be enough.

I tried to ignore the stench, the blood, the lifeless bodies, but I eventually threw up whatever I had in my stomach. That happened about three more times before I finished what I was doing. I just about to leave the kitchen when something on the table caught my eye. It was a metal box and a sheet of paper with moms hand writing saying To Ethan. I debated for a moment before stuffing the letter and the box into the bag. It was to me anyways

I took both bags out to the car and put them in the trunk. I went back inside and up to the bathroom and was relieved to see Judy sitting on the counter swing her legs. She was tired. I could tell by the way her eyes drooped.

"Stay here, I'm going to take a shower." She nodded and turned her head as I took off my shirt and covered her eyes for good measure. I tried to chuckle but it came out dry and dead. I dropped my pants and boxer and stepped in and turned the water on sighing happily.

"Are you in yet?" Judy asked. I smirked.

"Yes."

"Ok."

I watched as pink water swirled down the drain. I scrubbed my skin till it was raw and washed my hair three times till I got the sticky feeling out of it.

"Ethan, is mommy in heaven?" I stopped my movements not sure how to respond at first. I never believed in God or angels and heaven was just a nice thought, kinda like a fairytale. You wished you believed in it, but knew it was just a lie to help you sleep. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Yeah, Judy, Mom's safe."

"With God?"

"With God." A part of me hoped my words were true, but I shoved it aside and turned the water off. "Towel?" I stuck my hand out and I felt the plush material get pushed into my hand and started drying off.

Once dressed I let Judy go to her room and pick out three things to bring with us and I did the same in my room. I took my mp3 and ear buds, a photo of mom, and my Gameboy. Judy had her favorite doll, the stuffed dragon I'd given her for her fifth birthday, and her coloring book and canyons.

"Where are we going?" she asked me as she buckled into her booster seat. I sat in the driver's seat and it was a little nerve racking. Sure I'd had a little practice, but I didn't have my permit or license yet.

"I don't know. Where do you want to go?" I tried to smile at her, but it was weak and probably looked forced. She 'hummed' in thought before her tired eyes brightened.

"New York!" I chuckled at her enthusiasm. Maybe she wasn't too traumatized.

"We'll see, Kiddo." Though we may not be going to New York yet, I did drive in an aimless direction, I just know it was away from Willowcreek and away from mom. I cried a few times, but I was too tired to sob. Eventually I pulled into an empty parking lot and leaned my seat back. I unbuckled Judy and laid her down so that she was more comfortable.

The next morning, I drove us to a diner I found on google maps and while I was doing that I realized that when they found the disaster at our house they'll also realize we're missing and might try to track us with it, so when we got to the diner I broke the phone and threw it in the trashcan.

"Order whatever you want, Kiddo." I still didn't have much of an appetited and I was still exhausted from being unable to sleep last night, but I forced myself to eat a slice of apple pie while Judy stuffed her face with eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I smiled softly at her. She looked so much like mom with here brown hair that fell in little ringlets and those bright blue eyes. I didn't realized I was crying till our waitress laid a hand on my shoulder and looked at me concerned.

"Are you alright, honey?" she had dark brown skin and a thick southern accent. I quickly dried my eyes feeling embarrassed for getting caught crying.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, thanks." She left with a worried look and we never got our ticket. When I asked she simply said it was taken care of. I thanked her again and Judy and I were once again on the road. After 50 miles of fields and barren landscapes I pulled into a gas station and filled that car up and withdrew as much money I could from my mom's card. It had a limit so I was only able to take out 800 dollars. Like I said, mom had money, plenty of it, she just hated spending it.

I shoved the cash into my pocket for now and went to look for my little sister who had found herself in the candy isle. I couldn't really say no when she asked for a bag of gummy bears and I couldn't resist from getting a snickers.

I still wasn't sure where we were going, I just knew it was as far away as possible from that crap town we lived in. Thing was I couldn't stop thinking about what killed mom. A vampire still seemed too hard to believe, but I also couldn't deny what I had seen either. I pulled into a park when Judy started complaining she was hungry. I let her pick from the food I had taken and I sat down with the metal box and letter while she went and played,

The letter was older, not fresh, not ancient either and some of the ink was smudged like it had been wrote in a hurry. I bit my lip as I pried open the seal.

Ethan,

I saw her motionless, dead body, all the blood. I was forced to rip my eyes away from her delicate handwriting. Maybe if I had just gotten there sooner. . .

You're getting older and deserve to know the truth about your father.

I sat back on the picnic table bench. I had asked her a couple of time about who my father was, but she always shied away from the subject or "You don't need to worry about him". I'd just assumed he was a good for nothing guy who had left her.

His name is Dean Winchester, hence your middle name, we dated for a week before he left town. At the time I was on birth control, but still got pregnant. By the time I found out, Dean was long gone and I had no way of contacting him, so I figured it was better just not to say anything. We weren't serious and it was a complete accident. I know you hate him because you assumed he just left me, but trust me, it wasn't his fault.

You look a lot like him actually. You have his green eyes and hair color and his freckles. To be honest I don't know much about Dean. He was just a drifter who liked pie.

I know I haven't been the best mother, but I do love you and I like to think Dean would have too if he'd stuck around.

Love,

Mom

I realized a few tears had slipped through. Great, I had a father who didn't even know I existed. I think I liked it better when this Dean guy had left like a jerk like Judy's dad. Mom never was good at relationships.

I pulled the metal box over and opened it. There was no lock so it was easy. Inside were a few pictures of mom with, who I could only assume was, Dean. I didn't really want to admit I looked like him, but. . .I did. Dammit. His hair was short than mine where mine was longer and my bangs hung across my forehead and covered my left brow, but the color was the same.

The box also had my birth certificate and a few other documents. As I was looking through the photos I noticed a nice ass car in the background. I wasn't a car geek, but I knew it was old and hot. In one of the pictures the license plate was clear enough to read.

Kansas KAZ 2Y5

A bit brutal of a first chapter, but this story definitely has its dark spots. Anyway, thanks for reading!