Alexi Zashchitnik- 5' 10", thin, brown curly hair, dark brown eyes
Prologue
I was only fourteen when it happened. "Dad?" I whispired.
"Just hide in here until I come to get you, no matter what." he said urgently, pushing me into the closet as someone continued to bang loudly on the door. My father ran downstairs. I jumped as I heard the front door kicked in. My father was yelling, then screaming. I wanted to go downstairs, to help him, to do anything but just sit here while he screamed. The screaming stopped suddenly.
I heard the intruders moving around the house.
"She's got to be here somewhere. There were pictures of her everywhere." one said.
"Did you see those rosy little cheeks. Man, her blood will be so much better than that bitter old man's." another said. I stifled a gasp. They were looking for me.
"Come out, come out, where ever you are." they taunted. My heart was racing as they enter the room I was hiding in. I was sure they would be able to hear it. My suspitions were confirmed when one of them approached the closet I was hiding in.
"I can hear her little heart racing. She's in there." He flung open the closet door as I slashed with knife, barely grazing his hand. "Damn, we got a fighter here." he laughed to his buddy. He yanked me out of the closet. I screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping somebody could hear me. The one holding me clamped his hand over my mouth as the other one sank his teeth into my neck.
Suddenly the door burst open and a middle aged man and two boys around my age ran in wielding machetes. The things holding me, by now I was pretty sure they weren't human, let me go to face the new intruders. I dropped to the floor, dizzy from the blood loss. The two sets of intruders fought as I grabbed my knife. The ones with machetes cleanly cut of the others heads'. I didn't even have the energy to scream. They advanced on me. I tried to get up.
"Stay back." I said shakily, failing epically at sounding threatening.
"It's alright." the man said, walking slowly towards me. I clumsily swung my knife towards him, but he merely jumped out of the way. The middle one hit my wrist, knocking the knife out of my hand. The youngest caught me as I fell.
"It's alright, we won't hurt you." he said. His beautiful multicolored eyes were the last thing I saw before I passed out.
I learned later that their names were John, Dean, and Sam Winchester. My father was John's hunting partner until I was born. His past caught up to us. The things that attacked me were vampires. The vampires killed my father. It wasn't just vampires out there either. All the other stories were true, for the most part anyways. I had impressed John by not only surviving, but continuing to fight, however feebly, after I was attacked. So he decided to teach me how to hunt alongside his sons. Sam accepted me right away, but Dean, being the ass he is, didn't.
Sometime during my first few weeks with the Winchesters I heard them talking about me when they thought I was asleep.
"You can't be serious, Dad!" Dean said. "She's a girl! She can't hunt, she'll just get in the way."
"She's strong. That boy whose parents the vamps killed didn't talk for a week, but she's fine, she even kept fighting. She's coming with us." John snapped back.
"Come on Dean, she's nice." Sam pleaded. I smiled.
"Fine." Dean said shortly. Being the quick learner I am, I soon became as good a hunter as Sam and Dean, proving myself many times over.