Camera opens up on a harsh winter scene, in the midst of a blizzard. A bundled figure is seen walking through the forest, their back facing away from the camera. They are holding a bloody knife. The camera zooms out to show that the figure is walking away from a trail of blood. They are walking out of the forest. *Text on screen appears- Medvedja, Serbia 1724*
(Scene Change) That same person walks into a tavern, and sits down near the fireplace. The lighting is dark and their face still isn't well seen. They are staring into the fire and don't notice a man sitting down next to them. He is tall and handsome with a cool confidence about him.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked, already sitting down.
The person turned to face them; a young woman with striking blue eyes, seemingly early twenties. She looked surprised to see him there. "How did you find me?" she asked incredulously. It's obvious that neither of them are from Serbia.
"You've gotten careless. You can't expect to go around making a show, and not have me notice."
"I'm not making a show, I'm helping people." She said, quickly getting angry.
"You're exposing yourself." he replied calmly.
"You only found me because you know where to look. Not everyone, or thing, is that smart."
"For now," he said. His eyes softened. "If your desire is to be a human, then why don't you let me help? I can take the burden away from you."
The woman turned away from him, staring back at the fire. "I'm not ready to give it up," She answered quietly.
The man grinned, then said, "Something tells me that you will be soon enough. Pray that you'll be able to find me when that time comes."
"What do you-?" she whipped her head in his direction, but the man was gone. An anxious look washed over her face and she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, below her left ear.
Screen cuts to intro
Scene opens up to the boys at the bunker, in the afternoon. Sam is doing research on the computer at the table. Dean is sitting next to him, stacking bacon on a hamburger with a gleeful look on his face. Sam stops what he's doing and looks at Dean with a disgusted look on his face.
"Do you ever think about the fact that 90% of what you eat is slowly trying to kill you?" Sam asked.
"We deal with death on a daily basis. The last thing I'm worried about is a little cholesterol, Sammy." Dean shoved the burger in his mouth. Sam rolled his eyes. Dean continued, mouth full. "You find anyfing interesting?"
"Um, yeah….maybe. A few graves in Redmond, Washington were exhumed recently. the corpses hadn't been dead long, but all their blood was drained after they had been dug up."
"What? Like someone is using it for vamp poison?"
"Well not only that, but their heads were already lopped off. That was all their cause of death."
"Dean came over to the computer and looked at the article, "So three people get decapitated, then later their exhumed bodies found, drained of blood? So, it could be vampires…. but it could also just be someone using human's blood to use against vamps..."
"Or it could be some psycho serial killer. They never caught who killed the vics, but suspected it was the same person," Sam finished.
"That sounds like a big ball of crazy. Let's check it out. We can always call around to see if a hunter we know is already there."
(Scene Change) The brothers pull up to a police station. They walk up dressed in their FBI getup. They walk inside to the front desk, and flash their badges.
"I'm special agent Finn, this is special agent King. We're here to investigate the the case of the corpses that were exhumed recently," Sam said.
"Not much of a case," said a voice behind them. They turned to see the Sheriff. "Sheriff Boggs," he said, introducing himself. "Not sure why the feds would be put on this one. We're thinking some psycho is doing this."
Dean scoffed. "Well you may think that now, until the body count gets into the dozens."
"True," the sheriff agreed. "But we find them quick and it's done; I don't think we need DC babying us through this."
"Look, we're just following orders. This isn't first time we've seen something like this," Sam lied. "We've been tracking cases like this for while, trying to pin someone down."
The sheriff now looked a little more concerned. "Right...Well then feel free to do what you need.
Coroner's office is downstairs."
(Scene Change) "That guy was a Class A douche," Dean are now downstairs. The Coroner lets them in after they show their badges, and he pulls out the three bodies for them to examine.
They immediately checked out the heads, checking for bite marks.
"Dean, look," Sam said, pointing to two puncture marks on the neck of one of the women.
"The other's have the same," Dean remarked. "So they are vamps," he continued quietly. "I don't understand why their blood was drained after they were already buried."
"Excuse me," Sam said to the coroner. "When were these vics killed?"
The coroner came over to them. "Less than two weeks ago, they were killed within days of each other-"
"-That's why they assume it's a serial killer?"
"Yes. Each body was found in a fairly public place; the local grocery store down the road. It was obvious that they had been moved post-mortem."
"So you think the sicko was just coming back to the grave for more kicks and giggles?" Dean asked.
"That's what we're thinking."
(Scene Change) The brothers are back outside, getting into the impala.
Sam sighed. "This doesn't make any sense. It's gotta be someone hunting vamps down… but why would they be digging the bodies up afterwards?"
"Maybe it's a hunter who's taken a little too many hits to the head? But putting them on display so the police could find them? That's creepy."
"Did you make any phone calls?" Sam asked Dean.
"Yeah, no one we know is on the case.
"So what do we do now?"
Dean pulled out and went down the street. "Well we see if we can find the nest I guess. Have a stake out until we see if anyone comes to take one out."
Sam nodded. "We should talk to the vics' families. They were all locals, they've may have only been vampires for a short time."
(Scene Change) They are now inside a family member's home, interviewing a woman.
"Mrs. Hearst, had you noticed any strange behavior from Caleb before his death?" Sam asked the blubbering woman.
"Yes *sniff*, I guess he was acting different. He wouldn't *sniff* eat much and he got so pale and sick."
"Do you think he was hanging out with the wrong crowd? You know, that he may have gotten himself into some drugs?"
Mrs. Hearst choked back a sob before continuing. "I had thought that. That's what I told the police. He started coming home late, wouldn't tell me where he was or what he was doing…."
Dean piped up, "Did he know any of the other two victims? Samantha Bennett or Liv Trescott?"
*sniff* sniff* "He knew Samantha for years."
"We spoke to the girls' parents, they showed the same signs that Caleb did before he died. Do you have any idea where they could have gone during that time?"
She wiped her tears, and thought for a moment. "There's an old, abandoned school right outside of town. People say that's where a lot of drug deals happen. That would be my first guess... but the police have already checked the scene. There was no blood that belong to Caleb and the gi-" She broke down into tears again. Dean, now looking uncomfortable, stood up.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hearst, we won't take anymore of your time" he said. Sam quickly followed him.
(Scene Change) The boys are parked outside of the abandoned school. It is late in the evening and they have not seen anything yet. Abandoned buses and cars were still in the parking lot.
"Man, I wonder if monsters deliberately pick out creepy-ass places to hang out." Dean grumbled. "We've been sitting here for an hour, we should just go check out the inside."
"Yeah, okay," Sam agreed. They got out of the car and made their way towards the decaying building. "I wonder if the kids had come here and then were turned into vampires. It would make sense with their strange behavior before their death"
"Good ol' chicken or the egg debate. Still doesn't us insight into the wacko killing them off."
They rounded the corner to a pair of metal doors, and were met with a headlight coming off of the road towards them. They ducked into the shadows and watched as a motorcycle drove around to the back of the school. The brothers slunk closer to where it stopped, and saw a figure duck into the school through a broken window. Pulling out their knives, they followed the person into the dank school.
They found themselves in the cafeteria; long tables and chairs covered in dust were strewn about the room. There was no sign of the person who had entered earlier. Sam pulled a flashlight out and checked around the room.
"Nothing."
"Let's move to the-"
Something hit down on Dean, knocking him to the ground. Dazed, he rolled over and tried to clear his vision. A young woman hovered over him, holding a long knife to his throat. In her other hand she held a gun, keeping Sam at a distance.
She was petite with long brown hair and striking blue eyes that gleamed with a livid ferociousness. She pressed the knife closer into Dean's neck, drawing blood. She eyed them suspiciously for a moment.
"...You're not vampires," she noted.
"No," Dean wheezed. Her knee was pressed into his chest.
"We're hunters," Sam said, holding his hands up.
Her disposition changed, and she got off Dean and helped him to his feet.
"Sorry about that," She grinned. "I'm Mallory Devlin. I got into town a couple of days ago. I've been watching this place, trying to catch some vamps….Who are you?"
"I'm Sam Winchester. The guy you almost decapitated is my brother Dean."
"Well I didn't want to take any risks. This is the main pick up spot for the nest."
Dean was holding his neck, trying to stop the trickle of blood. "Oh!" Mallory said and ripped a piece of her shirt and handed it to him. "Again, I'm really sorry. Good thing you didn't put up much of a fight. Probably would've lopped your melon off without a second thought," she chuckled.
"Yeah. ha," was his response. "Since you've been here longer what can you tell us about this nest? Have any clue as to who is digging up the bodies?"
"I'm getting an idea. We can discuss it over dinner; my treat. It's the least I could do after almost killing you guys," she was already walking out through the broken window. "Besides, I'm dying for some onion rings."
Sam and Dean slowly followed after her. "You okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine," Dean pouted. "I'm just not sure if I should be impressed or mad."
"She did take you out pretty easily."
Dean shot him a look. "Shut up."
They were now outside and Mallory was already on her motorcycle. "There's a great diner about ten minutes from here," She said, slipping her helmet over her head. She looked over at the impala a short distance aways. "Great car, by the way."
Dean couldn't help but slip a grin. He noticed Sam laughing to himself.
"...Shut up."
(Scene Change) A man is running down an alley, terrified of whatever is following him. He stops short when he comes to a dead end.
"Please! It wasn't me!" He pleaded desperately. "I can give you more names. Tell you who was there that night!"
"Well I can't just let you live now. Even if it wasn't you." Said a cool masculine voice said in the shadows. The unseen man swung a blade and chopped the head off of the horrified man. "San, Brate (Sleep, brother)" he said as he started dragging the body out of the alley.
(Scene Change) At the dinner, the three are sitting at a booth. Sam, always the healthy one sits eating a salad and has his laptop out. Dean and Mallory are both eating hamburgers, but instead of fries, Mallory has a stack of onion rings. Beside her is a leather notebook with old looking paper in it. Pictures and notes in various languages are written all over the pages.
"We didn't realize that there was a hunter already on this case. How'd you catch wind of it?"
"Well I haven't been back in the states for a while. I've been in Europe for the last several years, hunting there."
"How long have you been hunting for?" Dean asked. "No offense, but you hardly look old enough to vote."
"I'm old enough," she replied flatly. "A hunter's life was just something that I accepted at an early age. I'm sure you two can attest to that."
"Fair enough," Sam intervened. "What brought you back to the states?"
"I had been working on a case in Serbia. I heard about this case and there were a lot of similarities; bodies with the heads chopped off, buried then dug up days later with their blood drained. I finished the job there and came straight here."
"So you fink there's a connection 'ere?" Dean asked him his mouth full.
Sam tried to hide his embarrassment, but Mallory didn't look bothered. "I do," she said excitedly. "It all goes back to an old urban legend in Serbia," She pointed to a section in her notebook. "Back in the 1700's there was a man, Arnold Paole, who was bit by a vampire. He eventually killed it and claimed that he was able to cure himself of the bite by eating some of the dirt from the vampire's grave and then bathing in its blood.
"That's a load of crap."
"Obviously. Someone had to take him down when it was clear that he wasn't cured. But like a lot of myths, things get blown out of context. Many people there still believe that you can cure yourself that way."
"So," Sam said processing his thoughts. "We might be dealing with someone who has some Serbian ancestry. They know the legend… They may be looking for one specific vampire."
"I'm guessing we're looking a vampire that is trying to cure itself. They don't know who turned them, that's why there's been a number of killings."
Dean leaned back in the seat. "Well that's a good start. It probably wouldn't be hanging around the nest getting cozy if it was looking for revenge. We can pick it up again tomorrow morning, see what our leads are then."
(Scene Change) They are outside of the diner, getting ready to leave.
"Hey Mallory," Sam said before she drove off. "You have a cell phone? So we can meet up somewhere tomorrow morning?"
"Oh I don't have a cell phone," she said bluntly.
"You've been hunting solo?" Dean asked, confused.
"Live free, die hard… or whatever it is. What hotel are you guys at? I can meet you there at eight."
"We're at The Leafy Lodge on Aspen street."
"See you then." She kicked off and left them in the parking lot.
(Scene Change) The brothers are back at their dingy motel, getting ready for bed. Dean is sitting on the bed, cleaning a pistol and Sam is at a table, still at his laptop.
"Mallory seems like an interesting character. I can't believe she's made it this long on her own. Sounds like she has nobody," Sam said, thinking out loud.
"She's a tough cookie, is what she seems like."
Sam laughed. "So are you having second thoughts after the cafeteria incident."
"Look," Dean said defensively, "I can appreciate a good hunter when I see one. She's obviously not a noob at this."
Sam dropped it but continued. "I just wish we knew more about her. I mean it's great that she knew a lot more about the case than we did- that saved us a lot of research- but do we actually know any hunters that have ties outside of the united states?"
"Like it matters? Look, Sammy, monsters are everywhere. Some one's gotta clean up messes there too. Why are you being so weird about this?
"I don't know, something seems off to me."
"If it makes you feel better, we can make some phone calls, see if anyone has connections across the pond. Check her cred."
"I just don't want to have the wool pulled over our eyes. It wouldn't be the first time we've been duped by someone claiming to help us. We don't know the first thing about this girl."
"Yeah, I got it, Mr. Paranoid. We'll just have to watch our back until we know we can trust her. Would ya turn the light off by you, if you're not gonna use it."
Sam sighed and flipped the light off. He turned back to his computer, looking at a page of vampire legends. He browsed through a few different articles of different Serbian legends. One caught his eye and he clicked on the link. The title at the top read 'The Defender of Medvegja'. Sam creased his forehead and read through the article. He stopped when he saw a drawing depicting a woman holding up a head of a vampire. He heard Dean move in his bed and Sam quickly shut the laptop.
