Day walker
Chapter One
The air was crisp on the cold February morning. Jaime felt the cold tingling against her skin as she pulled her worn brown leather jacket tighter around her body. Jaime hadn't seen her uncle Bobby in nearly two years and wasn't sure how he would react to seeing her again. She had parked her car near the front entrance of "Singer's Salvage Yard" and was now walking towards her uncle's house. Bracing against the cold, she could clearly see her breath in front of her face. Jaime raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun that was stinging them.
She breathed in the familiar scent of the salvage yard. The familiar pungent smell of the gear oil and the rich smell of the rubber seemed to burn through her nostrils, which took her back to her childhood, when she and her dad would work on the cars that her uncle brought into be scrapped.
Nearing her uncle's house she could clearly see that a black car was parked outside. She had to look again when she noticed that it was a 1967 Chevy Impala, she smiled, her dad had always liked that type of car.
As she approached the front step she swallowed the large lump that had formed in her throat and raised her hand to knock the door.
Bobby, Sam and Dean all jumped in unison when they heard the knock at the door. Dean grasped his sawn-off, as Sam grabbed a knife not knowing who or what had knocked.
Jaime had turned to look behind her at the quite salvage yard, reminiscing about the fond memories she had spent here. As she heard the door open she turned back towards the door and came face to face with the two barrels of a sawn-off shotgun. She didn't know whether to scream or cry, she just stood there stunned.
Bobby had been standing behind Sam and Dean as they opened the door with his flask of holy water and his shotgun at the ready. When he looked towards the doorway he gulped hard.
"Jaime! What on earth, Dean put the gun down you idjit!" he said with a small hint of surprise and fear. "Jaime why are you here? Never mind just come in and get out of the cold."
Dean looked at Bobby and then at Sam, whose face was just as surprised as his own, as he lowered his gun and stepped back to allow the figure through the doorway. Dean swallowed hard as the figure came into the light. He couldn't help notice her dark brown hair pulled into a loose bun, her beautiful face with such delicate features. He noticed she was wearing a battered brown leather jacket, her lapels folded up and the slightly crumpled white blouse that from what he could see clung to her ample breasts. His eyes continued down the curves of her body to the dark grey pencil skirt that clung to her pert bottom, and legs that seemed to be never ending. He swallowed again as he felt his pulse quicken.
Jaime stepped through the doorway and saw who had shoved the gun in her face. She felt her heart stop for a minute as she met the gaze of the owner of the sawn-off. She noticed his eyes wandering over every inch of her body, probably mentally undressing her. She couldn't help notice his chiselled features and his piercing green eyes staring at her with such intensity. She smiled at him trying to hide the fact she was blushing, she broke away from his gaze and turned towards her uncle and said in a quiet voice.
"Uncle Bobby, I think I need your help."
When Dean saw her smile he was taken aback by how her face glowed, and her eyes sparkled. Her eyes! He hadn't noticed them before, but her eyes were so different from what he had seen before. They looked brown but as she turned they seemed to glow green. He could see something, however he wasn't sure if it was fear, anger or maybe, maybe something else, something evil. He shuddered as she turned away from him.
"What do you mean you need my help?" Bobby exclaimed, "I haven't seen you in two years and now you turn up out of the blue, AT MY DOOR, and say you need my help!"
"Uncle Bobby, please don't be mad, just listen to me." Jaime cried trying to force back the angry tears that were forming in her eyes.
"Jaime! Your eyes! What's happened?" Bobby suddenly blurted out.
"What about my eyes, I've come here for your help and you're worried about my eyes!" Jaime started to scream, screwing her hands into tight fists, her eyes glowing even more green.
Bobby, Dean and Sam stepped back from Jaime, staring at her with puzzled expressions.
"Jaime, all your life you have had dark brown eyes, like your mother and father, but now they are bright green, what's happened, and you also never lose your temper so you better start explaining." Bobby said in a stern voice.
"Do I have to tell you here, can I not tell you in private, away from these strangers?" She replied gesturing towards Sam and Dean.
Sam and Dean both looked at Jaime, and then at Bobby and in unison they said that they could leave, however Bobby interrupted.
"You boys don't need to go." Looking at Jaime, "It's alright this is Sam and Dean Winchester, they're almost like family to me, whatever it is you need my help with, I'm sure they might be able to help too."
Sam looked at Jaime with a reassuring smile. "Please continue."
Jaime looked at the three men staring at her, and felt her anger subside. She could hear their hearts beating faster and faster, the sound drumming in her ears.
"You might want to sit down." Jaime began,
"No, I'm fine standing; just tell me what's happened." Bobby replied.
"OK" Jaime took a deep breath. "About two nights ago I was at work; you know the bar I work at don't you uncle?"
"Yes I do" Bobby nodded.
"Anyway I was working the late shift; there were a lot of strangers there, which is unusual because mainly its locals that go there. They made me feel very uneasy. Anyway I finished my shift and I had left the bar and I started to walk towards my car, when..." She looked at her uncle with fear and anger, her emotions running wild.
"When I was jumped by someone, well something."
"What! What happened? What was it?" Bobby looked at her with shock.
Dean looked at Sam, then at Bobby. He turned towards Jaime and noticed her pull the lapels of her jacket closer to her neck.
"What are you hiding?" Dean walked towards her and pointed towards her neck, looking directly into those unusual eyes that were always changing.
Jaime placed her hand on one of her lapels and pulled it down as she tilted her head to the side, revealing bloody puncture marks on the pale skin of her neck.
Bobby grabbed Jaime's arm and looked at her in shock. "Jaime what is that, have you been bit?"
"Bobby that's not just any bite, that's the puncture marks of a fang. Jaime were you attacked by a vampire?" Sam looked at everyone in the room, whilst Dean didn't take his eyes off of Jaime once.
"The thing that jumped me was a vampire. I felt him sink his teeth into my flesh, and then he... well anyway I attacked him with one of the daggers my dad gave me before he died. I ran to my car and drove straight here, not stopping once." Jaime exclaimed, shaking.
"What did it do, you said and then he, but you didn't finish." Bobby asked, trying not to show the fear in his voice.
"Did you drink its blood? Did you have any direct contact with his blood?" Sam cried grabbing his knife again.
"Yes he did!" Jaime started crying. "But I haven't fed, will I still turn?" Jaime sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, placing her head in her hands not wanting to look at the three men that were probably going to kill her.
"Yes. Unless we can find the vamp that turned you, if we can find it then we should be able to make an antidote." Sam looked at the crumbling mess of a woman in front of him.
"Antidote? But Uncle Bobby, I thought there was no cure." Jaime looked at her uncle staring down at her.
"There is now, are grandfather showed us how, when Dean got infected. He said it was from his grandfather's journal. I'm not going to lie its not easy and it tastes like crap, but its works." Sam smiled at her placing his hand on her shoulder.
Jaime glared at him her eyes glowing green again. She seemed to sniff him. "You're scared. I can smell it, I can hear your blood pumping fast, and you smell delicious!" A trace of an evil grin crossed her face, as she stood up glaring at the three men.
"Sam, step back!" Dean cried noticing the evil look in her eyes, pulling his brother away from the woman.
"Jaime this isn't you, snap out of it, don't let it control you, we can sort this out!" Bobby cried, pain swelling in his heart at the sight of his niece.
"I can smell all of you, my mind is racing, but I can smell you the most. Your fear, your excitement, after all you have been through this before, haven't you Dean?" Jaime's eyes shot towards Dean.
Dean could see she was looking straight at him, he thought he could see a slight glint of retractable fangs emerging from below her lips.
He grabbed her arms as she came lunging towards him, the fangs fully exposed. She flung him to the ground, her increasing strength over powering him.
Jaime pinned Dean to the ground ready to take her first feed, when suddenly everything went black.
