The End or the Beginning?

Chapter 4: Bloody Mary

I saw a few stories resembling this and wanted to take a stab at it. I heard it was originally a challenge but I'm not sure so…. Any way….. Also in my story Buffy died in 2004/2005 so it's the start of Supernatural's season 1.

Sam and Dean find Buffy after she rises from her grave and things take off from there. A strong Buffy and Sam friendship and eventually Buffy/Dean

Sorry! I was going to do phantom traveler! I had the entire thing typed but I didn't like it very much so instead I gave a little snippet of what happened there and have done Bloody Mary instead. Hope you like. I really was excited to write this chapter.

"But, you're a Slayer." - Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

"Yeah, I'm also a person. You can't just define me by my Slayer-ness. That's ... something-ism." - Buffy Summers (Choices Season 3)


Toledo, Ohio

Three girls are laughing, gathered around a table with candles in the living room at the Shoemaker's house. The candlelight is the only light in the otherwise dark room. As they sit together they play the classic sleepover game, "Okay, your turn, truth or dare?" says one of the three girls. The questioned girl, Lily contemplates her answer. The choice is very difficult, with one word she could seal her fate in the embarrassment hall of fame for life. Deciding to take a leap of faith she answers, "Truth."

"Do you want to make out with Benji Swartz?" The other girl at the table laughs. Feeling that this conversation had reached into uncomfortable territory Lily quickly changed her answer to dare. "Okay, lame. You have to...say 'Bloody Mary' in the bathroom."

"Is that the best you can come up with?" Lily questions. Bloody Mary was anything but scary in the young girl's mind, just a game.

"Who's Bloody Mary?" The third girl says. How a child hasn't heard of Bloody Mary is beyond me.

"She's this witch." The darer states.

"I heard she was a lady killed in a car crash." Lily says interrupting her friend.

"It doesn't matter who she is. Point is, if you say her name three times in the bathroom mirror she appears...and scratches your eyes out!" She ends her sentence with a scary emphasis in hopes to scare the other girls which works when they both jump.

"So why would anyone say it?" The other girl asks. Who would want to die such a horrible death was something the young girl couldn't contemplate.

"Because it isn't real." Lily answers shortly. Lily gets down to business. She gets up and grabs a lit candle from the table.

'No turning on the lights, and remember...three times." Says one of her friends, making sure she clearly understood the rules.

Lily opens the bathroom door. She looks at the shadows on the wall, then closes the door and puts the candle down in front of the mirror. "Bloody Mary. This is so stupid." she says to herself but continues. "Bloody Mary." The candle flickers. Lily looks at it. Was this a sign? Should she stop while she still could? A long pause until finally, "Bloody Mary." She waits and sees nothing has happened until she hears a loud noise. Lily shrieks. The noise, she soon recognizes as pounding on the door stops. Lily opens the door to find her friends laughing.

"Scared ya." One of her friends announces.

"You guys are jerks." Lily retorts like any friend would who was upset at her companions' actions.

"Lily." A male voice calls. Lily looks up to the top of the stairs, where she sees her father, Steven Shoemaker. "Do you mind keeping it down?"

"Sorry, Daddy." Lily says while her friends respond with a dutiful, "Sorry, Mr. Shoemaker." Steven heads upstairs. He passes several mirrors; each has containing the image of Bloody Mary. Steven takes some pills out of the bathroom medicine cabinet and closes the cabinet, revealing another mirror. He pops the pills in his mouth, then looks closer at the mirror, noticing some scratches under his eye. Confused he examines it further.

Back in the living room Lily and both girls are giggling together. "You so like him!" One girl says in between fits of laughter. Donna, Lily's older sister, comes in the front door and announces her presence by saying, "Hey, geek. You guys having fun?"

"You're out past curfew." Lily responds, ignoring her sister's question.

"Thanks, Dad." She says in a mock fashion and goes up the stairs.

In the hallway a pool of blood comes out from under the bathroom door. Donna rounds the corner and sees it, stops, then starts forward more slowly. Looking like a frightened animal she hesitantly pushes open the bathroom door, revealing a great deal more blood. Donna screams.


The entire scene is tinted blue as Sam lies on a bed, eyes closed. Jess is on the ceiling. Blood drips on Sam's forehead. He opens his eyes and sees her. "Why, Sam? Why, Sam?" Jess asks softly.

"No!" Sam calls out to her but it's too late. She has burst into flames.

"Why, Sam? Why, Sam?" She calls again.

"Sam, wake up." Dean calls. Sam jerks awake, confused. He sits up and looks around. He's sitting shotgun in the Impala, which is parked in front of a large building.

"I take it I was having a nightmare." Sam deadpans.

"Yeah, another one."

"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam says with mock humor.

"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean says.

"Yeah. I mean the tragedy mask doesn't suit you." Buffy calls from the back seat.

"Are we here?" Sam calls trying to change the subject.

"Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." Dean announces. Sam picks up a newspaper with Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled. It reads: Shoemaker, Steven

The Shoemaker family is sad to announce the sudden death of their beloved husband and father Steven Shoemaker. Steven was 46. A short service will be held on Wednesday, [...] 31 at 2:00 p.m. at the Toledo [...] and cherish you [...] Your [...]

"So what do you think really happened to this guy?"

"That's what we're gonna find out. Let's go." The three get out of the car and head up to the building. They head into room 144, marked Morgue. There's two desks. The empty one has a nameplate that says Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other one has the morgue technician. "Hey." he calls.

"Hey." Dean calls back.

"Can I help you?" The morgue tech asks.

"Yeah. We're the, uh...med students." Dean says while Buffy tries her best not to smile at his lame excuse.

"Sorry?" He questions, confusion lacing his voice.

"Oh, Doctor-" Dean stumbles over the name. "—Figlavitch didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. He, uh, we're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper."

"Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch."

"Oh well he said, uh—oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" Dean says trying to be suave but failing.

"Sorry, I can't. Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."

"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." Dean turns to the other who nod unconvincingly. "Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—"

"Uh, look, man...no." Dean laughs a little, turns around, and mumbles, "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear." Buffy grabs his shirt and says in a hushed tone, " I got this bud. Enjoy the show." Buffy then give him a wink and goes over to the male tech. Buffy bends over his desk a little, pushinh her chest out, and puts on a charming smile, "Please I mean you would be really helping us out." She gives him a dazzling smile that makes the man feel like he's drowning and he nods slowly. "Follow me." He says more to Buffy than the other two. The morgue technician gets up and leaves with Buffy, who looks over her shoulder and winks. The boys gawk at the Slayer who was able to turn the man into a pile of mush in a matter of seconds. Soon they come to their senses and follow the morgue technician.


"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam questions once they are inside the morgue. The morgue technician pulls back the sheet over Steven's face.

"More than that. They practically liquefied." The 'specialist' says.

"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?"

"Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone."

"What's the official cause of death." Buffy asks sweetly as if talking about anything besides a gruesome death. The male smiled at her suggestively and said, "Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" The boys, seeing that the Slayer can handle this look at the body closely.

"Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen.'

"The eyes what would cause something like that?"

"Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims."

"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean calls, summoning the worker to look at him.

"That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor."

"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report?" Buffy says sweetly. "You know for, uh...our paper."

"I'm not really supposed to show you that." He says regretfully. Buffy pouts instantly making him change his mind.


The three are walking down the stairs. Buffy, unlike the others with a hop in her steeps, proud of herself for her persuasion towards the man. Even after being a corpse she still had it. Even though she was happy she was hoping that Dean would be a tiny bit jealous. After all he did hold her hand like it was a life line on the plane. Maybe she should talk to him about it? No, Maybe, Yes, she didn't know. He said he was terrified of planes, yeah that was it. Why would he be interested in her anyway? The cheeriness died out of her steep as she thought this over. Why should she care if he liked her? Its not like she liked him or his eyes or his beautiful smile or his- oh God. She Buffy Anne Summers, had a crush on Dean Winchester. She was so lost in her own thought she didn't even hear the brothers conversation about going to the Shoemaker's house. "You okay, Buff?" Dean asked noticing how the girl's face had became pale.

"Yeah." She gave him a forced smile and fake laugh. "Just fine."


The three walk into the funeral. There is a picture of Steven Shoemaker on the desk. The attendees are all men in black suits and women in black dresses, except Dean, Sam, and Buffy. "Feel like we're underdressed?" Dean phrases ignoring the look on Sam's face and feeling drawn to Buffy's small smile. They keep walking through the house towards the backyard. The backyard is cluttered with people, one in particular points the fighters towards Donna and Lily Shoemaker, who are with their friends Jill and Charlie.

"You must be Donna, right?" Buffy says coming up towards the oldest Shoemaker sibling.

"Yeah." Donna replies, eyes puffy from crying.

"Hi, uh—we're really sorry." Sam says showing real concern.

"Thank you."

"I'm Sam, this is Dean and Buffy. We worked with your dad." Donna looks at Charlie, then back at the small group.

"You did?" Donna says with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

"Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke."

"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Charlie says coming to her friends aid.

"It's okay. I'm okay." Donna says in regards to her close friend.

"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" Dean asks trying to further understand what happened to Mr. Shoemaker moments before his death.

"No." Lily turns around to face Dean and says, "That's because it wasn't a stroke."

"Lily, don't say that." Her sister chastises.

"What?" Buffy questioned, interest peaked.

"I'm sorry, she's just upset."

"No, it happened because of me." Lily says desperately trying to make her sister understand.

"Sweetie, it didn't."

"Lily." Buffy calls softly and gets down on eye level with Lily. With an audience of the entire grieving group and Winchesters she asks, "Why would you say something like that?"

"Right before he died, I said it."

"You said what?" Buffy inquires.

"Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror." Lily pauses, steadying her breath she adds in a whisper, "She took his eyes, that's what she does."

"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Lily's sister cuts in.

"I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Sam says while Dean offers a sympathetic look.

"No, I don't think so."


In the Shoemaker's house Sam pushes the bathroom door open. There is still some dried blood on the floor. Besides that there are no other signs of the horrible death that will be forever within the minds of the younger Shoemaker's.

"The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asks Dean. "Not that I know of." Dean and Buffy walk into the bathroom while Sam stoops to the floor and touches the dried blood.

"Guys all over the country, kids play Bloody Mary, I did and as far as I know, nobody dies from it. This is starting to make the kind of sense that's not." Buffy says after closing the door to make sure no one saw what they were doing. Keeping her place by the door to keep guard and listen for other people she heard Dean answer with, "Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening."

"The place where the legend began?" Sam says getting up from his place on the floor. Dean shrugs and opens the medicine cabinet. "But according to the legend, the person who says B—" Sam looks at the medicine cabinet mirror, which now faces him, and closes it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here—"

"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah."

"Right."

"Never heard anything like that before. Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out."

"It's worth checking in to."

"Guys." Buffy says urgently near her position by the door. "We got company." They all leave the bathroom to come face to face with Charlie, who asks, "What are you doing up here?"

"We—we, had to go to the bathroom." Buffy says mentally smacking herself for her idiotic excuse.

"Who are you?" Charlie says not believing the other blondes lie.

"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." Dean says trying to come to the Slayer's aid.

"He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself."

"No, I know, I meant—" But instead of coming to her aid he helped make thing worse.

"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming."

"All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam says saving both of his friends from floundering.

"Yeah, a stroke."

"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else."

"Like what?"

"Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth."

"So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean adds, his cool returned to him.

"Who are you, cops?" Sam looks over his shoulder at Dean and Buffy.

"Something like that." Buffy says cryptically with a small smirk. Sam reaches into his pocket, pulls out a paper and pen, and starts writing down his cell number. "I'll tell you what. Here. If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call." Sam hands her the paper as he, Dean, and Buffy walk down the hallway.


The three walk towards a library, rather dark for the time of day. "All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof, like a local woman who died uber nasty." Buffy says as they come to the library doors.

"Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more." Sam respond as they walk towards the computer area.

"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" Dean asks confused.

"Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers—public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill."

"Well that sounds annoying."

"No it won't be so bad, as long as we…" Sam looks at the computers which all say "Out of Order" on them. He chuckles at Buffy's groan, knowing that she hated being in research mode. He turns to give her a sympathetic smile. "I take it back. This will be very annoying."


Somewhere else in town Donna's friend, Charlie is driving in a car talking on her cell phone. "I'm not sure. They were cops or detectives or something." The phone conversation is between Donna's friend and another girl who was at the funeral named Jill. Jill is in her room taking off her sweater when she responds to Charlie's words. "Whoever they were, those guys were cute."

"Jill" Charlie says, annoyed at her friend's quick change of topic.

"You didn't think so?" Charlie sighs, "Yeah okay they were cute. Still, do you think something happened to Donna's dad?"

"Maybe Lily was right. Maybe Bloody Mary got him."

"Ha ha, very funny." She says a little forced hoping that Jill wouldn't notice it.

"Wait, I'm sorry. Was that fear I hear in your voice?" But she did.

"No." She responds a little to fast.

"Charlie, I'm walking to the bathroom mirror right now." Jill says, enjoying to play on her friend's small fear.

"Jill, quit it." Jill reaches bathroom mirror. "Oh no, I can't help myself. I'm gonna say it. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Dreadful silence fills the phone as Charlie's fear increases. Finally she can't take it any longer, "Jill?" Jill screams causing Charlie to echo her last word again, "Jill!?" But instead of a high pitched scream she receives a girly laugh. "You're such a freak, I'll call you tomorrow." They hang up the phone and Jill goes to her closet to finish getting changed. She opens the door, and on the inside there is a mirror, where Bloody Mary resides unknowingly to her. She closes the closet door and goes to sit down at her vanity, where of course there is another mirror. Bloody Mary takes her earrings out in synch within the disguise of Jill. Jill walks in front of her TV screen along with Bloody Mary. Jill goes back in the bathroom to wash her face, but as she bends down to wash, her reflection in the mirror stays standing. She looks up and sees her reflection looking at her as if it were another person. Jill starts panicking as the reflection in the mirror starts oozing blood out of its eyes. She reaches up and feels blood on her own face. "You did it. You killed that boy." He reflection calls to her with only accusation in its voice. Jill falls down after seemingly being strangled to death as her reflection in the mirror watches her.


The flames are sucked up into Jessica's body, "Why Sam?" With a jerk Sam wakes up from his nightmare that seems to be playing on repeat. He finds himself in the motel room. "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" He questions.

"Cause we're awesome people." Buffy responds from her seat on the floor next to Dean's bed. In a more serious tone she asks, "So what did you dream about?"

"Lollipops and candy canes."

"Yeah, sure and I'm going to marry Bob Dole and raise penguins in Guam." Buffy says with an eye roll. Ignoring her Sam asks, "Did you find anything?"

"Oh besides a whole new level of frustration?" Dean says sarcastically from the opposite bed. Sam sits up. "No. I've looked at everything. A few local women, a Laura and a Catherine committed suicide in front of a mirror, and a giant mirror fell on a guy named Dave, but uh, no Mary." Sam falls back on the bed. "Maybe we just haven't found it yet."

"I've also been searching for strange deaths in the area, you know...eyeball bleeding, that sort of thing. There's nothing. Whatever's happening here, maybe it just ain't Mary." Sam's cell phone rings, he answers it.

"Hello?" Sam says into the device. The others do not hear who is calling, but a look of concern comes across Sam's face.


Charlie is sitting on a park bench and Buffy is sitting next to her, while the other two are standing there. Charlie is crying while trying to tell the strangers the story. "And they found her on the bathroom floor. And her—her eyes. They were gone." She chokes out.

"I'm sorry." Buffy says quietly.

"And she said it." Buffy looks up at Sam and Dean, knowing exactly what 'it' was. "I heard her say it. But it couldn't be because of that. I'm insane, right?"

"No, you're not insane." Buffy soothes.

"Oh God, that makes me feel so much worse." Charlie says, now looking downward.

"Look. We think something's happening here. Something that can't be explained." Sam says.

"And we're gonna stop it but we could use your help." Dean cuts in.


In Jill's room, Charlie comes in and locks the door. She then goes over to the window and opens it, where Sam, Buffy, and Dean are waiting to enter. Buffy and Sam enter first, then Dean throws a duffel bag at Sam. Sam sets it on the bed and starts going through it.

"What did you tell Jill's mom?" Sam says still rummaging through the bag.

"Just that I needed some time alone with Jill's pictures and things." Charlie says looking around the room that once held so many good memories. Now it was nothing more than a horrid place she wished to never visit again. Buffy comes to stand next to her offering a small amount of comfort. Sam pulls something out of the bag and Dean shuts the curtains. " I hate lying to her."

"Trust us, this is for the greater good. Hit the lights." Buffy says. Charlie goes over to turn off the lights. "What are you guys looking for?" Charlie asks.

"We'll let you know as soon as we find it." Sam has a digital camera ready, and hands it to Dean. "Hey, night vision." Dean turns on the night vision for him. The digital camera is now aimed at Dean. "Do I look like Paris Hilton?" Sam walks away with the camera and a small smile on his face. He opens Jill's closet door and begins filming around the mirror. While Buffy goes into the bathroom.

"So I don't get it. I mean...the first victim didn't summon Mary, and the second victim did. How's she choosing them?" Sam asks.

"Beats me." Sam closes the closet door after Dean's words. "I want to know why Jill said it in the first place."

"It's just a joke." Charlie says. It was just a joke... Right?

"Yeah well somebody's gonna say it again, it's just a matter of time. Buff, you okay?"

"I think I found something." She calls from the bathroom. "Hey." Buffy says walking out of the restroom. Dean, Sam, and Charlie turn to look at her. "There's a black light in the trunk, right?"

A little while later Buffy has managed to carry the mirror out of the bathroom and on to Jill's bed. The mirror is upside down, ready to reveal its hidden secrets. Dean throws her a black light while Sam and Charlie watch in morbid curiosity. Buffy peels off the brown paper that is on the back of the mirror. She shines the black light over the back of the mirror and the group sees a bloody handprint, and the words "Gary Bryman."

"How the hell did you do that?" Dean asks, amazed by her findings.

"Spider sense." Off of Dean's confused look Buffy adds, "It's a Slayer thing to let me know when something's up in demonville. Anyway, Charlie do you know who Gary Bryman is?"

"No." Comes the confused, scared, and distraught girl's reply.


Many boring hours of research later, the four are again outside on a bench. Buffy and Charlie are sitting on it, while Sam and Dean come up behind them. "So, Gary Bryman was an 8-year-old boy. Two years ago he was killed in a hit and run. The car was described as a black Toyota Camry. But nobody got the plates or saw the driver." Sam informs.

"Oh my God." Charlie says, her voice quieter than normal.

"What?" Buffy asks, sensing the teen's distress.

"Jill drove that car."

"We need to get back to your friend Donna's house." Dean says, ready and willing to go back to the house where it all began.


In bathroom of Donna's house, the three demon fighters are hunched over the back of the mirror with a black light. There is a handprint on it, and the words 'Linda Shoemaker' written in blood. "Linda Shoemaker." Buffy says softly. She slowly looks up at the others, making eye contact with Sam, which was a difficult task due to height differences but in her eyes, a question shines.


Downstairs Donna has joined them and is in mid-discussion, "Why are you asking me this?"

"Look, we're sorry, but it's important." Sam says showing real remorse of having to bring up her mother after losing her father.

"Yeah. Linda's my mom okay? She overdosed on sleeping pills, it was an accident, and that's it. I think you should leave." Donna says, starting to feel uncomfortable at their questions.

"Now Donna, just listen." Buffy says using her sisterly voice that she had to use on Dawn far too many times. But Donna would have none of that. With a shout Donna says, "Get out of my house!" And then she runs upstairs. The thumping of her feet on the steeps are heard as she races up the stairs, followed by a loud bang.

"Oh my God. Do you really think her dad could've killed her mom?" Charlie says speaking up for the first time after being silent while the others investigated.

"Maybe." Dean says with a shrug. In his life time he has seen people kill for just about every reason known to man.

"I think I should stick around." Charlie says determined.

"All right. Whatever you do, don't—" Dean starts to warn but is immediately stopped by Charlie who answers, "Believe me, I won't say it." The look in her eyes, the resolve on her face let's them know she is telling the truth.


In the motel room, Dean is sitting on a chair at a computer and Sam is looking at some things posted on a bulletin board while Buffy is in the shower after a long training session. "Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asks.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI databases at this point any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me." Dean answers truthfully, eyes still locked on the screen.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town." Sam says trying to reason with his brother that this was just a big waste of time.

"I'm telling you there's nothing local, I've checked. So unless you got a better idea—" Dean says raising his eyes from the monitor.

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern."

"I know, I was thinking the Same thing."

"With mister Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run." Suddenly the bathroom door opens to reveal a clean, and unclothed Buffy. With a red towel wrapped around her body she walks to her bag while saying "Both had secrets where people died. Sorry Slayer hearing couldn't help it." She pulls out her clothes and walks back into the bathroom and shuts the door. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Right." Sam clears his throat awkwardly. "I mean there's a lot of folklore about mirrors-that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them."

"R-Right, right. So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean like a really nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it, and punishes you for it." Dean says trying to banish the dirty thoughts of the Slayer in the other room out of his mind. Speaking or more of thinking the blonde enters the room once again fully clothed.

"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not." Buffy says sitting down on one of the motel beds next to Sam, who has also sat down recently.

"Take a look at this." Dean says. He picks up the picture he printed from the printer, carries it to the others, and shows them an image of a woman laying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. Dean prints out another photograph and hands it to them. The picture is of a gory handprint and the letters 'Tre' on a mirror.

"Looks like the same handprint." Sam says, looking over the pictures with a critical eye.

"Her name was Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana." Dean informs the others.

"You guys go, I'll stay here and patrol." Buffy says walking towards the door. Picking up a stake she adds, "Call me if you find anything." And with that the Slayer is gone.

"I will never understand her." Sean says staring at the door Buffy just walked through.


After talking to the detective that handled the case in Fort Wayne, Indiana Sam and Dean are more knowledgeable about Mary Worthington. They knew that Mary was 19, lived by herself. They knew she won a few local beauty contests, dreamt of getting out of Indiana, being an actress. And they knew the night of March 29th someone broke into her apartment and murdered her. Cut out her eyes with a knife to be more specific. But what they didn't know was that Mary was supposedly trying to spell out the name of her killer.

Surgeon-Trevor Sampson was under a great suspicion because Mary wrote about a man she was seeing. She called him by his initial, "T". In her last entry, she was gonna tell "T"'s wife about their affair. And sadly enough she wasn't buried, she was cremated. And to make matters worse the mirror Mary was killed by was returned to Mary's family a long time ago. In the car, heading back to Ohio, Sam pulls open his phone to alert Buffy on their progress.


In Ohio's public school Donna and Charlie walk in to the girl's bathroom. They stop at the mirrors to refresh their makeup while Donna says, "I mean, you bring these strangers into my house and they ask me things like that?" Donna says obviously upset that her friend would have people questioning her at this difficult.

"They were only trying to help. Please, Donna, you have to believe me." Charlie says, her task at re-applying forgotten as well as Donna's. They turn to face each other.

"What? About Bloody Mary?"

"Please, I know it sounds crazy—"

"Crazy doesn't even begin to cover it. I mean it's one thing for my sister to believe this crap, she's 12. But you?" Donna lets the question hang.

"Think about the way your dad died, okay? And the way Jill died."

"Okay" Was her curt reply. Donna turns to face the mirror "Bloody Mary." "No!" Charlie interrupts, knowing what her friend was about to do which could endanger both of them. But it doesn't stop her words , "Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." Donna turns back to face Charlie "See? Nothing happened."

"Why would you do that?"

"Oh my God. There really is something wrong with you."

Later in the school halls, Charlie is walking down past some windows into a classroom. Normal for any regular student, except for the fact that Bloody Mary is in one of the reflected panes of glass. Charlie enters her physics/science class where the teacher is in the middle of teaching his lesson and sits down in her seat. "Elements that loose electrons become positive ions, which are smaller than other atoms of the Same element." Charlie opens up her compact. "Therefore the ionic radius is smaller than the atomic radius." Charlie sees Bloody Mary in the corner and screams. The class freaks out as she starts running around the room. "Charlie!" She sees the reflection of Mary in the window of the door, picks up a stool, and throws it through the window. "Charlie!" The teacher catches Charlie by the arm. "Charlie stop it! What's wrong!? Just calm down." Charlie sees the pale figure of Mary in the reflection of the teacher's glasses.

"Aah! Let me go!" Charlie says, escaping his grasp.

"Charlie!" Her teacher calls again but it's to late, Charlie has run out of the room.


Back in the Impala Buffy is on speaker phone on Dean's cell while Sam talking on his to Mr. Worthington on his phone. "Oh really? Ah that's too bad Mr. Worthington." Sam says into the phone "I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam hangs up.

"So?" Buffy's voice comes through the phone on the dash.

"So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo."

"So wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Dean asks, wanting to understand the entire situation.

"Her spirit's definitely tied up with it somehow." Sam further explains.

"Isn't there an old superstition that mirrors can capture spirits?" Buffy says.

"Yeah there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped."

"So Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit." Dean states.

"Yeah but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?"

"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it."

"What if smashing its not enough?" Buffy asks clearly frustrated.

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe." Sam starts to say but his cell phone rings. "Hello." A look of concern comes across his face that worries Dean. "Charlie?"


At the motel Charlie is sitting on one of the beds with her head on her knees while Buffy is sitting next to her, doing the best she can to comfort her. Sam and Dean have all of the curtains drawn shut, and are throwing sheets over the mirrors, or facing them to the wall or floor. Sam sits next to Charlie while Dean remains standing. "Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Charlie looks up slowly at Sam with a tear stained face. "Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you."

"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm gonna die, aren't I?" Charlie says, voice hoarse.

"No. No. Not anytime soon." Dean kneels next to bed and says, "All right Charlie. We need to know what happened."

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said it." Charlie says, not wanting to answer the real question.

"That's not what he's talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life...a secret...where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it? It will be okay Charlie, I promise I won't let you get hurt." Buffy says softly, urging her to tell her story.

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said 'Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself.' And you know what I said? I said 'Go ahead.' And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have." She puts her face back on her knees and starts crying again. Buffy could only sympathize with the poor girl. I loved him…. but he kind of scared me… Could Charlie have defined her relationship with Angel any better? She would always love him but she would always fear him a little as well because she knew what was under the one with the angelic face.


The three are in the Impala, it started raining so the pitter patter was the only sound heard until Buffy says, "You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault." Knowing that Buffy was relating her story to herself after only knowing bits and pieces of the Angel situation Sam adds, "You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of gray, Buffy. It wasn't her fault but Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary."

"I guess." Buffy grumbled, not at all liking this conversation.

"You know, I've been thinking about what you said early, Buffy. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror."

"Why, what do you mean?" Dean asks, it was simple math. Mary + Mirror = Smash.

"Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it." Sam explains.

"Well how do you know that's going to work?"

"I don't, not for sure."

"Well who's gonna summon her?"

"I will. She'll come after me." Buffy remained silent, watching the scene unfold in front of her.

"You know what, that's it." He pulls the car over. "This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me. It wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place."

"I don't blame you."

"Well you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done."

"I could've warned her."

"About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, I mean I know all about it. It's not gonna work with Mary anyway."

"No you don't."

"I don't what?"

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you everything."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?" Dean looks surprised "No. I don't like it. It's not gonna happen, forget it."

"Dean that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are gonna die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this."

"No." Buffy says. She has had enough. They both turn to look at her. " Sam's right." After seeing the frown form on Dean's face and then the smile on Sam's she added, " But so is Dean. Sam, your not gonna face Mary." She took a deep breath, " I am." After knowing them for about a month and a half she was well prepared to add on, " And if any of you object I will personally tear out you rib cage and wear it as a hat. Now let's go." The brothers slowly turned to face forward again, not liking that they just agreed to send Buffy in to fight Bloody Mary.


Sam is trying to pick a lock on the door to an antique store. Finally, it opens and they see many mirrors that clutter in the shop.

"Well...that's just great." Dean says sarcastically. He pulls out the picture of Mary's dead body and looks back up at the mirror. "All right let's start looking." They split up and walk around the store. Little did they know that there was a flashing light that is a part to an alarm system.

"Maybe they've already sold it." Buffy says but Sam's flashlight stops on one specific mirror.

"I don't think so." Sam says, looking over it with a critical eye. Dean walks over to him and pulls out the picture again to compare. It is the mirror. It still had the lovely design that was the key to giving away the mirror's identity. Dean looks at Buffy, "That's it. *sighs* You sure about this?" Sam hands Dean the flashlight and makes away for Buffy to stand in front of the mirror.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary." she looks at Dean who gives her an unsure look back while Sam remains passive. Buffy picks up one of the crowbars, "Bloody Mary." Instead of seeing Bloody Mary as suspected, sees a light coming through the store.

"I'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful. And Sam, protect her." Sam readies his crowbar as well. "Smash anything that moves." Dean crawls away towards the front door. He sees a headlight. "Crap." He puts the crowbar down and begins to walk to the door.

Meanwhile Sam and Buffy hear a breath, so they turn to look at a different mirror, near seeing Mary looking strait at them.


Outside Dean is now outside facing the police. "Hold it." One of the officers call.

"Woah guys, false alarm, I tripped the system." Dean says suavely.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the boss's kid."

"You're Mister Yamashiro's kid?" The police says giving him a critical eye, knowing that this couldn't possible be him. Could it?


Back inside the store Sam and Buffy are back to back looking for the murder. Sam sees her there out of the corner of his eye and smashes the mirror with the crowbar. She is in a different one now, and Buffy sees her and smashes that mirror too. They both turn to look at the mirror Mary died by.

"Come on. Come into this one." Buffy mumbles. Sam looks oddly at their reflection, which has now taken a mind of its own like Jill's. The duo starts having trouble breathing and they have a trickle of blood coming out of their eyes. Almost in synchronization they drop the crowbars and grab their hearts.

"It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jessica." Sam reflection says while Buffy repiles with, "You call yourself a hero? You let too many people die to be one."


"Like I said, I was adopted." Dean says trying to charm the policeman again.

"Yeah." Dean is being covered back and front by the two cops. "You know, I just—I really don't have time for this right now." Dean says then he punches one cop, backhands the other, then punches the cop in front of him again. They are now on the ground, unconscious.

"You never told her the truth—who you really were." Sam's reflection calls out while Sam drops to the ground. Buffy isn't fairing any better when her own reflection starts to list people that have died in her care, "Ford, Angel, Mom. They all depended on you and you killed them! It's your fault Mom's dead always has been." Buffy falls to the ground too. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, burning. You had them for days before she died. Didn't you!? You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die!? You dreamt it would happen!" Sam's reflection calls out once more. "You are a coward for being with them! You can run away from your problems, Buffy but nothing stays buried, hell we don't stay buried! Everyone you love leaves you a one point or another. Dad, Mom, Angel, Riley, Giles, Willow, Xander, Dawn! The list goes on and on! What makes you think they won't leave you as well. Admit it, your addicted to the misery! And your nothing more than a Slayer, that's all you will ever be." Buffy's reflection rasps out the horrible words that Buffy would never admit that she somewhat believed. Suddenly Dean's crowbar goes through the mirror. Dean bends down to the floor.

"Sam Sam, Sammy!" He calls, already knowing Buffy is okay.

"It's Sam." Sam says annoyed, he just had to bring back Sammy. Noticing the blood that has fallen from their eyes Dean asks, "God, are you guys okay?"

"Uh, yeah. It's not like I have blood coming out of my eyes." Buffy says jokingly, even though the pain is very high even for her pain thresh hold.

"Come on, come on." He pulls Sam and Buffy up. He puts one of Sam's arms over his neck as well as Buffy's , and they begin to walk out, until Mary comes out of the frame of the mirror. They turn around to see her crawling over the broken glass much like Samara in The Ring. Having finally getting a good look at her true form Buffy can't help the grimace of disgust that comes over her face. It looks as if the last time Mary had a shower was centenaries ago. Can you say eww? Mary walks towards them and all of them fall to the ground. The trio start to bleed from their eyes, but Buffy reaches up and pulls over a mirror so that Mary is forced to see her own reflection.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" Mary starts choking to death and melts into a pile of blood. Buffy throws down the mirror she held and it shatters. Laying down on the floor the entire group tries to catch their breath when Dean says, "Hey Guys?"

"Yeah?" Sam groggily says.

"This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?" Buffy and Sam chuckle weakly at Dean's horrible joke that just happened to lighten the mood. They look at the remains of the glass on the shop floor and slowly make their way to the car.


Dean is driving the car with Charlie in the back, Buffy next to her, and Sam in the passenger seat. Healed from the troubling experience they chose to take Charlie home. They pull up in front of a house. "So this is really over?" Charlie asks, wanting to be entirely sure. Buffy nods, "Yeah, it's over."

"Thank you." Dean reaches back to shake her hand, and she gets out of the car.

"Charlie?" Sam says making the girl in question turn around. "Your boyfriend's death...you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen." Charlie smiles faintly, then turns around to go into the house. Dean gently hits Sam "That's good advice." They drive off "Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."

"Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Dean looks at Buffy in the rearview mirror, wanting an answer from her but the Slayer isn't sharing. After knowing the other thoughts and secrets a new found respect is held towards each of them. She wasn't going to betray his trust by mouthing off to Dean, no matter what, just like he wasn't going to tell Dean the inner workings of the young girl's mind. Sam looks out the window and sees Jessica in a white dress on the street corner standing next to a light pole, as they turn the corner she disappears behind the pole, and he doesn't see her again.

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