A/N: This is my first story and I hope it doesn't turn to an epic fail.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

"Son of a bitch!" A voice growled in the darkness of an abandoned warehouse. It belonged to a female and being pissed off was a completely understatement for her sudden rage. She fired another round of silver bullets, an inhuman screech blasting her ears seconds later. A smirk is evident on her pale face over the accuracy of her shot. Not too close to the heart but close enough to heavily injure the creature in its chest.

She walked over towards the howling creature, a shifter no less. Damn, she hated those things. This one specifically was a pervert and too psychotic for its own good, or anyone's. It only piled to the reasons of why she detests them. When she's near, the shifter's eyes glared up at her, its hands clutching its chest to stop the ongoing gush of blood from the bullet wound she just gave it.

"You fucking bitch!" It spat, blood running down its chin and splattering all over its clothes. A murderous, twisted smile blossomed on the female hunter's face and a dark glint painted over her eyes.

"Oh sweetie, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" she taunted as she kicked its sides with the pointed end of her boot. The shifter moaned in agony and she instantly shot both its legs. You know, just to make sure it won't run away and terrorize anyone anymore.

Another screech echoed off the walls of the worn-down warehouse.

The shifter is shaking uncontrollably and salty tears run down its bloody face. The shifter lifted up its trembling hand to her and she immediately fired at it, showing no mercy and the shifter whined by the sudden pain.

"P-please... Please have mercy." It begged the hunter and she squatted close to the shifter, using her gun to delicately trace its face. She smiled wholeheartedly but it's twisted because of her eyes. The glare in her eyes showed all the things the shifter was afraid of, so dark and evil that it made the shifter swallow the urge to vomit.

"Shh... Hush now. I'm only doing what is right for the world." she replied in a hush tone, never stopping her actions on its face. The shifter's eyes narrowed at the eerie calmness and motherly tone of her voice. The shifter's mouth opened again to utter another pathetic plea but the hunter harshly grabbed its face. Her nails dug into its cheek and it groan in anguish. The hunter leaned in, her face deadly now and her gun placed on top of the shifter's jugular.

"Say it one more time. I dare you. Cry for mercy for your sorry life." she seethed, her jaw clenching as she added pressure to the shifter's face and drew more blood.

"I-I didn't meant it! P-Please! You have to understand! I just wanted a family-" The hunter smashed the shifter's face to the ground, dragging it down and scarring the bloodied skin. She smacked away the hand that clutched the wounds on its and fired at it, making the shifter shout out in pain once more with insults to the hunter.

"You had your chance at a life before you killed those girls, you son of a bitch!" she roared, her bloodied hand punching the shifter square in the jaw and grabbed its face again, forcing it to look at her in the eye. The shifter gurgled with pleas and blood was sprayed all over the hunter's face.

Now she was really pissed off.

She used the end of her gun to drill it in the chest wound she caused and another painful shout bounced off the old walls of the warehouse. "This is what you deserve. It's only fair." she replied in the motherly tone again and removed her gun, tucking it on the back of her torn jeans. She then pulled out the silver butterfly knife strapped to her thigh and pushed it carefully into the shifter's mouth.

The shifter never stopped crying and never stopped shaking. The hunter was scraping the inside of its cheek with her knife and when she noticed that the shifter wouldn't stop shaking, she mercilessly sliced through both of its cheek and numerously stabbed and sliced its torso and body parts too many times to keep count. Especially when clawing out its neck open.

Stab after slice and the pool of blood growing, the shifter went limp. Finally dead and gone. The hunter stood up, grimacing while she wiped her face free of the blood and contemplated her doings on the disembodied shifter. Legs connected to half of its torso, with its intestines splayed over the dirty floor. Bruised arms far apart from the body, hands with holes in the center of their palms and a couple of fingers missing. The neck was opened and clawed at, with clear views of teared muscle tissues and torn veins peeking out. Its face was slashed and battered, only leaving the look of horror plastered forever on its lifeless eyes.

The hunter sighed as her phone buzzed. She turned from the gruesome scene and walked away as if nothing happened moments ago, whistling a tune nonchalantly and answering her phone. "Talk to me." she said once she was finally inside her old and beloved Camaro, cruising down the dirt road and en route to the motel she was staying at until tomorrow.

The person on the other end informed her of drowning victims whose bodies weren't recovered from a lake in Wisconsin. "Yeah, that is strange. I'll check it out. Thanks for the lead, Vi. I'll call you later." she replied, ending the phone call and tossing her mobile on the passenger seat. Tomorrow she'll head out early, after a hot shower and a few hours of much needed sleep.

"Next stop: Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin."


So there it is. The first chapter of a long journey. If there's any errors in this, let me know and pardon my grammatical mistakes.

Please read and review, let me know what you think.

So, where does this leads us? What will happen when she meets the Winchesters? And just who the hell is she?

Stay tuned to find out.