Haunted Frat House. Nuff Said. (For likely_evil and the_impala_kid)
Boise, Idaho
The problem with the blaring music of a frat party is that no one is able to hear you scream. So when Ashlie (with an ie, as she would constantly remind you) disappeared a bit into the night, no one thought anything of it. Girls always disappeared from the main party -- sneaking off to various other rooms of the house with the brothers.
But Ashlie wasn't off having some scandalous rendezvous. She had meant to be. It was why she had headed down into the house's basement to begin with. She was supposed to be meeting up with Jason, the hunky hunky president of the house. But he never showed. Not that it would have mattered if he had. By the time he arrived, she would have been nothing by six different pieces, scattered across the basement floor.
Oh she screamed. She screamed until it was impossible to scream anymore. But no one heard her. And so she was HIS. All HIS. Until he carved her up...
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Kat was actually starting to feel human by the time they reached Boise, curled up in the back seat of the Impala, wrapped in one of Sam's sweatshirts with her sunglasses on. She looked kind of ridiculous, her twin's sweatshirt about four sizes too big. But her hoodie had gotten completely destroyed on the last hunt and she hadn't had a chance to replace it yet.
Yawning, she sat up, leaning forward so as to better hear the conversation in the front seat (and to make it known she was now up for conversation and would not rip their heads off if they tried to talk to her). "So how much farther?"
The problem with the blaring music of a frat party is that no one is able to hear you scream. So when Ashlie (with an ie, as she would constantly remind you) disappeared a bit into the night, no one thought anything of it. Girls always disappeared from the main party -- sneaking off to various other rooms of the house with the brothers.
But Ashlie wasn't off having some scandalous rendezvous. She had meant to be. It was why she had headed down into the house's basement to begin with. She was supposed to be meeting up with Jason, the hunky hunky president of the house. But he never showed. Not that it would have mattered if he had. By the time he arrived, she would have been nothing by six different pieces, scattered across the basement floor.
Oh she screamed. She screamed until it was impossible to scream anymore. But no one heard her. And so she was HIS. All HIS. Until he carved her up...
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Kat was actually starting to feel human by the time they reached Boise, curled up in the back seat of the Impala, wrapped in one of Sam's sweatshirts with her sunglasses on. She looked kind of ridiculous, her twin's sweatshirt about four sizes too big. But her hoodie had gotten completely destroyed on the last hunt and she hadn't had a chance to replace it yet.
Yawning, she sat up, leaning forward so as to better hear the conversation in the front seat (and to make it known she was now up for conversation and would not rip their heads off if they tried to talk to her). "So how much farther?"