A New Sister

She flew at him, teeth bared and her sharp canines showing. John lurched out of the way at the last second and turned with his silver machete in position. He watched the reckless female carefully. She was beautiful, her dark wavy hair framing her neck and shoulders, and an almost flawless angular face. Her dark red lips stretched bright against her pale skin as she smiled carnivorously at him. Her eyes were dark from hunger as she lunged at him again. He gripped the machete tighter and swung forward, ignoring the loud cry she let out as it cut through skin and bone. The machete broke free from her neck and her body and head tumbled to the floor in twain.

Breathing in the air thick with the smell of blood, John walked through the house, looking for other vampires that may have nested along with this one. The house was fairly new and built for a small family. He walked down the hallway upstairs with the polished wood flooring. He opened a door into a pink room. Looking around, he saw a crib and stiffened. He edged towards it, expecting the worst.

He looked into the crib and found a small child wrapped in a thin pink blanket. She was breathing and asleep, her cheeks filled with color. She was just a human, as far as he could tell. He noticed the windows were covered neatly with thick cardboard to keep sunlight out. He pulled back the blanket and saw red marks on her neck and arms, vampire bites. They were clean and healing, as if she was being taken care of. He turned on a lamp on the side table and glanced at the picture next to it. It showed the vampire holding the young girl, both smiling. The mother was turned recently, he thought. He picked the small girl up, holding her sleeping form in his arms. He found a car seat in the closet and went downstairs and outside to the impala.

Walking into the motel with a small girl on his arm, John introduced her to 9 year old Sam and 14 year old Dean.

"Dad, is she a monster?" Sam asked cautiously as he stepped towards their father.

"No, Sammy," He answered. "But her mother was. She was turned into a vampire and this young girl, Kelsey, was left behind."

"How do you know she's not one?" He asked.

"Dad would've done the tests, Sam." Dean said. He got up from the bed and walked over to their dad, standing next to Sam. They were both starring at the small girl who was glancing at them from his jacket with wide blue eyes.

"How old is she?" Dean asked. He put his hand on hers, her eyes drawing him in.

"Kelsey is three." John said. Kelsey clung to his jacket, her head on his chest. He pulled out a piece of paper he had pulled from a scrapbook in her room before Sam could ask how he knew. He handed it to Sam and rubbed her back. Dean removed his hand from hers as the two boys read the paper.

"Kelsey Marie Carson. She was born three years ago." Dean said. Sam caught Kelsey's eye, he starred at her beautiful face as she smiled at him and smiled back.

"Dean, hold her while I go get her stuff." John ordered. Dean held out his arms and was surprised at how warm the small body in his arms was. He held her while she clung to his neck. His thin black t-shirt felt like nothing as her body pressed to his. She smelled nice, he thought. John carried in a folded crib and a small bag of things.

"She's your new sister, boys." He said to them. Neither objected, both of them already loved this girl.

Both boys loved the sparkle of Kelsey's eyes and the smile she would give them. It seemed like flirting, even though she was so young, but as she turned five, then seven, and at nine she still had them, they were hers to love and be loved by.