The car pulled off the side of the road and sat there a moment, the rain pouring. Slowly the driver's door opened and a high heeled boot swung out. Slowly the driver stood up and closed the door. The rain poured over her as she looked upward. With a deep sigh she moved to the trunk of the car and opened it. She reached down inside and retrieved a high powered crossbow, scoped, and fully loaded for tactical use. She slung the heavy weapon over her shoulder and removed a small quiver full of crossbow bolts. By now she was completely drenched, her long black hair sticking to her face and neck. Her black leather bodysuit kept her body dry… as if it mattered.
The tall slender girl began to approach the seemingly abandoned house across the street. She blinked and stared at it; this is where she would meet him. She waited, taking in the scene. The house was old, two story and nothing special. It looked as if it had just been forgotten; in fact, perhaps it had on this lonely and forgotten road.
She didn't have to wait long. The door slowly opened and her mark made his way out of the front door. He was young, mid twenties, and wore a heavy leather jacket. His shaggy hair was already wet and he seemed confused. Of course he was, he had been told to meet here, and now found himself alone. The girl smiled and slowly pulled her crossbow from her back. The rain was thick and it was a dark moonless night, but the night vision scope would fix that. The young man slowly began down the front stairs looking quite disappointed. The lead about information on his dead father had worked in getting him here, alone, unprotected. Carefully, the girl loaded a bolt and looked through the scope. He would be her next victim.
The man pulled up his jacket collar and rushed towards his car. He was soaked and soon gave up the attempt to stay dry, just another disappointment in his fathers recent death and the lack of a lead. He reached into his pocket for his car key as the bolt struck home. A gasp was all the man could manage, his eyes widening as the bolt pierced through his chest and into his heart. Blood trickled from his lips as he swayed and then fell, dead before hitting the ground.
The girl swung the crossbow back around to her back and approached the body. She knelt down and slowly ran a hand over the mans still bleeding chest. Her hand shook and she gasped. She then leaned down and kissed the man's dead lips. She wanted him, his life, his soul, his power. She prepared to suck him dry of his lifeblood as the sound of a big block engine interrupted her. Frustrated she snapped her head up to see a 1967 Chevy Impala coming to a stop behind her own car; her thirst for the man's blood was too much though and she found herself unable to control herself. She quickly leaned in and began to lap up the blood on his chest.
The flashlights brought her head snapping back around just in time for the pistol blast to strike her in the shoulder. She let out a shriek and jerked to her feet fighting to pull her crossbow around. Another bullet slammed into her abdomen and she jerked back with a gasp.
"Put the bow down!" the man assaulting her shouted. She decided she had to use her newly gained powers to escape, feeling the throbbing pain in her side. She reached out her hand and a blast sent the man sprawling, cursing as he was propelled to the ground. On second thought the girl thought to take a second victim tonight, but she hadn't seen the second man who blasts her with his shotgun. More agonizing pain, but the bodysuit held up and she raced to her car.
Dean wanted badly to chase the little b**** but Sam's safety came first. Quickly he rushed to his side.
"Sam!" Dean shouted as Sam slowly shook his head. Sam looked around perplexed.
"What the hell did she do to me?" Sam asked.
"How the hell do we get so lucky just driving through and onto something like this!" Dean replied. Sam chuckled and slowly got to his feet.
"Guess we didn't think at all to check the license plate did we?" Sam asked, rubbing his neck.
"I got the measurements I think. Damn! Why do they always have to be so drop dead gorgeous!" Dean said with a smile.
"You think that's what he thought?" Sam asked, motioning to the body of the recently slain man, the bolt still protruding from his chest. Sam and Dean slowly approached the body and Sam knelt down to examine it. Dean meanwhile covering his brother's back.
"Looks like she was hungry," Sam said examining what was left of the pool of blood on the mans chest.
"Yea, and we ruined her meal time." Dean replied. "Well, Simone is just four miles up the road, looks like we're in for some demon hunting. Shame vacation is over though. I was looking forward to those East Coast bunnies all lined up."
