A/N: This is my very first piece of fanfic. Actually, it's the first story I have written since high school! It's probably pretty terrible (hopefully not too terrible). Reviews with positive or negative feedback are always welcome - I'm not too precious, and I don't have any delusions about being the worlds greatest author. I seriously doubt I have any idea what I'm doing, and it's not beta-ed so maybe it doesn't even make sense outside my own head. The only way I'll know is if you tell me!

So, I have lot's of ideas for stories, but generally not the time or patience to write them.

This one's about the title character (who I'm thinking of writing about a bit more) and how she falls into hunting, and how she meets Sam and Dean. On the show, we're always hearing the back stories of how hunters got into 'the life'. Usually it's because someone close to them is the victim of supernatural death. We see people lose family members to monsters all the time; surely some of those people become hunters too. Anyway, that was the intitial catalyst for this story, but it turned out a little differently.

Chapter 1.

She approached the old factory on foot. Careful. Quiet. Her research had told her that vampires probably had very acute senses, including hearing. They'd hear her AMC Javelin a mile away if she drove.

Finding this place was down to pure luck. She'd seen one of the missing kids come down here, and nobody had seen her since. She'd known something was up, and based on her knowledge of Anne Rice novels and other fiction, she even suspected vampires. But she had no idea what to do about it.

She had initially assumed that if it was indeed vampires, as even the headlines had screamed, the way to kill them would be with a stake through the heart, Buffy style. She had even imagined they would go 'poof' in a cloud of dust when this happened. Now she felt glad she had done that internet search and discovered lore about killing vampires through beheading. She wasn't too sure that she would be physically capable of forcing a hunk of wood through someone's ribcage anyway. Surely that would have to take some serious strength. Not that she thought chopping someone's head off would be breeze.

There'd been so many front page tragedies, people going missing. Some bodies had turned up... with bite marks, exsanguinated. The police had no leads. Kids had gone missing. Kids from her school. Some parents had withdrawn their kids... some because their kid needed a break; needed time to grieve over their friends' deaths; needed to be with their families. She knew what that was like. Others left because they were scared it seemed, and understandably so. She was scared too. She was scared as hell, but she'd never let fear stop her from doing something that had to be done.

She took slow, calming breaths, trying to settle her racing heart and shaking hands, before slowly pushing the emergency exit open, and entering the dim building. It was quiet inside, and smelt damp. As she shimmied along the wall and held the cleaver she carried tightly in both hands, carefully peeking around the corner.

She mentally catalogued the large room – the size of a basketball court – for possible exits, hiding places (for herself, or whatever lurked), noted the cat-walk above. She leaned further around the corner in search of the stairs which lead to the cat walk level, and saw them at the far end of the room, and at the top, what must have been the manager's office and her stomach clenched. Through the filthy windows she could see shadows moving.

Casting her eyes back over the large room once more, she took a steadying breath, gripped the handle of the cleaver even tighter and moved around the corner. She crept almost silently, hesitating whenever she heard the slightest sound.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she reached out for the handrail. She hadn't realised how dark this part of the building was. She had only seen the top of the stairs from her vantage point near the emergency exit, and had assumed that they continued all the way down. Now she was kicking herself as she realised her mistake; the rest of the building had clearly been gutted, of course there was a good chance the steel stair case had been scrapped too. She was close to panic now as she held her hands out in front of her, searching.

Her terrified mind began to wander. Why had she come here? Why had she thought she should handle this? Why had she thought she could handle this?

Suddenly, she was caught in a vice grip as someone, or something, large and clearly very strong, held her around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides. She let out a whimper as something sharp pressed into her neck.

~~~ Please tell me if you like it, hate it, or just don't care so far. Reviews are love! ~~~