The woman gasped as the vampire's cold arm pressed against her throat and held her dangling a few inches off the ground. She tried to keep his focus on her and not on the machete lying on the ground a few inches away. He leaned forward with a cruel smile and licked some blood off her face.
"I think I'll turn you, Hunter," he said.
"Die," she replied in a considerably better smelling but strained whisper. He started laughing, fangs extending from his gums. She flinched back, feigning fright.
The vampires fangs met her neck as her needle met his. He hissed and fell down passing out almost immediately. Unfortunately, he dropped her, forcing her to take a precious moment to refill her lungs with air and regain balance. She retrieved her machete and leaned against the wall for a moment as black spots swam before her eyes again, then went to kneel by the unconscious vampire. She gingerly removed the needle from his neck. 'Dead man's blood works everytime,' she thought, the ghost of a memory if a smile playing at her lips.
She then proceeded to behead the monster.
Bayleigh Quinn Thomas had no real need for any sense of normalcy. Nor for any type if human contact. That's why she got into the business of hunting monsters. It was practically required not to have relationships with normal people, and she had none, save with her dog.
Bayleigh stiffened. There was a presence behind her. She steadied her breathing and relaxed her muscles so they wouldn't know she knew. Then she stood and turned in one swift movement, swinging her machete aimed straight for the neck of whoever it was.
Her blade stopped a half inch from his delicate and very human throat.
He was tall. Very tall. His own machete was held aloft, ready to strike. His eyes were wide and his mouth turned downwards.
"Your human," he said.
"So are you," she replied, monotone. He relaxed his machete and she returned the gesture stiffly, still prepared to defend herself if necessary.
Another man, this one a bit older and conserably shorter, entered silently. "Sammy?" he asked.
"Its fine Dean, she's human," Sam said.
Bayleigh narrowed her eyes. "You're the Winchesters," she said. 'I pictured Dean taller,' she thought to herself.
"Do we know you?" Dean asked defensively.
"No, but I knew your dad and Bobby Singer." She looked between the two of them, then said, "I have to go."
"Wait," Sam started, but she was already slipping past Dean out the door.
They exchanged glances, then Dean broke into a grin. "She was hot." Sam let out a breathy laugh and shook his even though he totally agreed.