Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me. I own none of it other then Kendra Marie Lawson, she's my creation :)
A/N: I'm rewriting my Kendra fan fic. I believe I wrote Kendra way to soft in my first attempt. I'm also going to make this fan fic based on the second season. So please read this, leave a review and tell me how you like this first chapter. I'll be putting segments of the original fan fic in this one so it won't be that much different. Again let me know how you like this..
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The moon was high in the dark blue sky and bright stairs twinkled around it. The forest was full of shadows, a perfect place for a vampire to hide. Her breath came in deep gasps as she tracked her game. The trees swayed in a slight breeze, which only made things much more eerie. Where the hell did it go? The thought echoed in the hunter's head as she continued on the trail. Armed with two .9mm tucked into her pants and a six inch hunting knife in her right hand she was ready but for what she wasn't sure. She had been out here what felt like hours, the hunter wasn't lost, she checked her compass often but why did the vampire lead her into the woods. Probably to ambush me, how stupid can I be? She stopped to check her compass again, she was tracking the vampire southeast, and her Charger was just north of her location. Thoughts of packing it in for the night swirled in her mind. No! They killed my father, there's no way I'm giving up. So she pushed on but she didn't have to go much further when she saw him. On his knees, breathing hard, she had after all been chasing him all night. Slowly and as quietly as she could she slipped from tree to tree getting closer to him. When she was nearly 10 feet away she stepped out into the moonlight. "Well isn't this a site. A vampire on his knees should've brought my camera."
The vampire gnashed his teeth and jumped up to face the hunter. "You bitch! You think killing us off one by one is going to bring back your dear old dad?!"
"No, but it sure will make me happy." With out another word she reached behind her and pulled out one of the .9mms and shot the vamp four times in the chest. With a yell it flew back and stumbled into a tree before falling over.
The hunter knew she only had seconds before it would recover; she raced over to the tree and flicked the hunting knife with her wrist before bringing it down. But she wasn't quick enough; the vampire grabbed her wrist with one hand and slashed at her face with the other. The hunter fell back, loosing her knife in the process, the vampire was on her with in seconds, and they rolled on the forest floor until the vampire pulled the hunter to her feet. He reached back and nailed her with a punch to the face. Her head snapped back and for a quick instant she could see the full moon and stars; they were so beautiful, she knew that she wanted to see them again and not threw the eyes of a vampire. She pulled her head back up and all her martial arts training kicked in. The hunter brought her knee up into the vamps groin, which got him to let go of her, she spun around sent her foot into the vampire's face. He rolled forward and turned to hiss at her.
"Oh please." She started to back up to the place where she lost her knife; she needed that knife if she was going to kill him. It was covered with a dead mans blood. The only thing that could slow down a vampire.
The vampire sprang from its feet and charged after the hunter. She spun to her left, dodging the vamp. He came back swinging, the hunter bent back falling into a back handspring and as her hands met the ground she grabbed the knife. Her feet caught the vampire under the chin and he went flying back. She quickly stood up and watched as the vampire slowly got to his feet and the hunter took her shot. She spun around and flung the hunting knife as hard as she could at the vampire. There was a sick thud and splinting sound as the six inch knife sunk into the vamps chest. He howled as he pulled the knife out, staring at it as if it was not of this Earth "That's not my blood."
"No, it's not. It's blood of a dead man." The hunter spat the words out as if they were poison.
The vampire looked at her in shock as the knife slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Seconds later the vampire fell to his knees and toppled over.
The hunter took a deep breath and started to relax, but her composure didn't last long. She knew what she had to do next and she never felt right about killing, even if it was technically already dead. She closed the space between her and the vamp, who lay moaning on the ground, and picked up her knife. The hunter twirled it in her hands a few times before bring it down on the vampire's neck, again and again until it's head was severed from it's body. Then she started to shake, she looked at her hands which were covered in warm dark blood. It was happening again, the hunter quickly got up and went to the nearest tree to puke. Everything she had eaten that day came up. No matter how many times she killed something evil, no mater how long she had done this she always threw up after a kill.
It took the hunter about 30 minutes to cover the body and head with dead earth, tree branches and leaves, and nearly another 30 to get back to her blue 1979 Charger. She was a mess. Her blue/black shoulder length layered hair had long ago fallen out of its clip and her belly shirt with the band logo 'Kiss' on it was torn. "Son of a bitch" she swore under her breath as she tried dusting it off. She had her short leather jacket swung over her shoulder and her favorite pair of tight fitting jeans had blood on them. "Great." She roughly threw her coat in the back seat then lifted it up. Under the seat was the floor but beneath it was where she kept her weapons. Pulling up the floor board she deposited her knife and one .9mm. She left the other one tucked into her pants. Getting in the Charger the hunter looked at herself in the review mirror. "Well Kendra, three down four to go." She whipped her face, started the car and peeled out of the woods.