Millie straightened the hem of the costume she had put on. It wasn't the best choice but for last minute it would have to do; out of the last three at the store she decided to look like a pregnant Minnie mouse wasn't terrible. She sighed, leaving the bathroom and walked up to her bed. She put on her leather jacket, lucky converse and started to head out of the room. As she closed the door, she chuckled to herself walking over to the nightstand and pulled out the door. A little vial rolled out into the light and she grabbed it, re-reading the note scribbled on it, "Dead Man's Blood…couldn't go on a vampire hunt without you, now could I?" She shrugged and walked out of the room, locking it up behind her.
The distance from the motel to the bar was only a matter of minutes and soon Millie was surrounded by college students getting smashed. Hell, she even got hit on a few times as she made her way up to the bartender to ask for a drink…that rarely happened. Not like it bothered her any, as far as she was concerned any ordinary guy wouldn't be able to handle her. In fact, she could only think of a handful of guys she had ever developed feelings for. She never told them of course, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right? She chuckled sadly to herself at the old saying as the man behind the counter handed her a beer. She threw down some cash and began to meander around; hoping to find the vamp that she'd been tracking since back in Mississippi.
Two guys up ahead started to push each other, to bypass the drunken brawl Millie took a left without looking. -THUD- She gasped and caught the woman before she could fall all the way to the floor, "I'm so sorry about that. I should have been paying more attention. I hope I didn't ruin your nurse costume?" The tall blonde smiled at her, "Oh it's okay, no real harm done. Just a slightly bruised ego; but hey, that's what I get for trying to wear six inch heels." Millie laughed as she noticed what the girl was talking about, "They are the worst, aren't they?" The blonde readjusted her dress as a voice came from a table behind her, "Millie Katherine?" Millie's head shot up as she looked around for the man the voice belonged too, "Who the hell?"
A man stood up and walked up towards her and the blonde, "It is you. Oh my god! How are you?" She blinked a few times; her eyes adjusting at looking up towards the lights. The first thing she noticed was how tall he was; the second was the way his brown hair fell at an angle towards his eyes. Those eyes…deep choc-, "Sam!?" A smile wide as Texas graced Millie's face as she threw her arms around her old friend, "Wow, talk about unexpected surprises! I'm great, how are you?" Sam's laughter filled the air as he returned the hug, "I'm good, really good," he put an arm around the blonde, "This is my girlfriend Jessica. Jessica, this is Millie." He gestured towards her with his hand. Jessica laughed and pulled her into a hug, "I've heard so much about you." Millie blushed, "Only the good things I hope. Sorry again, about running into you." Jessica shrugged it off and pointed to their table, "Would you like to join us for the night? I'm sure you two would like to catch up."
Sam smiled and waited for her to lead the way, which she did hesitantly. As Millie took a seat, Jessica asked if she would like anything to drink and Sam answered with a round of shots. Millie nodded politely in agreement and watched as she walked away. Looking over at Sam she let out a breath she hadn't realized was being held, "She's sweet," and skinny and gorgeous, she thought. Sam smirked, "Yeah, she really is. So, what brings you here?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he closed his eyes; the answer already apparent, "You're hunting…" Her smiled faded in agreement, "Yeah…look, Sam, I know you don't want to be a part of that anymore. I can leave, right now, and you can make up some excuse for Jessica. She won't know the difference." A few seconds passed and Millie could see the debate whirling around in his eyes, "No, stay. I really want to hear about what you've been up too. Just keep the supernatural stuff out of it, you know?" She nodded, "Of course."
Before Millie could say anything, Sam started bombarding her with questions. Enquiries such as, how old was she now? How many 'jobs' had she worked alone? Had she seen Dean or his dad? How was Bobby? Jessica was coming back as she started to answer them. Millie reached into her inner jacker pocket and pulled out a photo of her and Bobby, "This is me and dad a little over two months ago on my 22st birthday. My car broke down and he finally decided to teach me how to fix some things on my own." The photo showed Millie with her hair in pigtails, grease smeared on both cheeks and smiling, with her head leaning against an older man with a beard. He looked slightly grumpy but you could see in his eyes how happy he really was. Sam laughed, "About time. I remember having to help him fix your car a lot. I mean a lot!" They laughed as Jessica handed out the shots and they took them.
Just because she was having a little fun as the time passed didn't mean she had let her job go. Millie was keeping a persistent eye out for a mid-twenties appearing male, 5 ft. 7in. tall, sandy blonde hair and snakebite piercings. Her heart sunk in defeat. Surely, she hadn't missed him again. Had he already shown up and gone? His hunting didn't ever actually take very long. As soon as he had spotted his prey he made his moves. In the past 45 minutes, there was no sign of him. She had almost given up and just start to focus on having a good time until she felt someone staring at her. She slowly turned to look over at a pool table to see him standing there, eyeing her like a piece of candy. She smirked and thought to herself, 'I can make this work.'
Jessica interrupted Sam's thought on Millie's degree in history, "That guy has been eyeing you for like ten minutes. You should go say hi." Millie blushed out of habit but nodded, "I think I might, after I use the ladies room." She gave Sam a look that said she probably wouldn't be coming back and he nodded. As Millie walked around the table he stood, "It was great to see you, Mills. Look while you're in town…if you need anything just let me know." He emphasized the word, anything, before giving her a hug. She nodded, waved goodbye to Jessica and then made her way to the restroom. Locking herself up into a still she quickly dipped her nails into the dead man's blood before making her way back out into the crowded room. Instead of over by the pool tables, she found her vamp waiting for her near the restrooms. As she exited, he approached, "Hi, gorgeous, how about I get you a new drink?"
She smiled, flitting her eyes flirtatiously, "Sounds nice." The vamp extended his arm out to her which she accepted, "My name is Geralt. Yours?" When they arrived at the bar she took a seat, "I'm Millie." Geralt nodded and ordered something for them both, "After this drink, Millie, how about we go back to my place?" His fingers expertly maneuvered themselves from her cheek down to her shoulder, playing with the faded leather of her jacket. She nodded, bashfully as she took a sip from the beverage handed to her via the bartender. She could see Sam and Jessica across the bar watching and made sure to wave politely as they left. The outdoor air hit like a ton of bricks, cold and uninhibited by smoke. Geralt once again offered his arm as they walked the sidewalk into town.
"I hope you don't mind old houses. That's all that was available to purchase at short notice," Geralt motioned to a house just up the street. The paint was faded and structure run down, "Nah, I understand. I've lived in some pretty good fixer uppers before." He quickly led her inside and locked the door behind them, "So, Millie, what brings you here?" She hesitated, 'I've never mentioned I was visiting," she thought to herself. Quickly she realized he must have recognized her and was going to attempt to kill her for a different reason than feeding. She smiled softly, "Just visiting a childhood friend."
He nodded as he poured them both a whiskey, "How odd it is that I see you in almost every town I stop in. Maybe it's just fate, huh?" Millie laughed and took a sip, "Maybe?" Before long they were sitting on a dust covered couch, his hands making their way up the sides of her body as they kissed. He pulled away and made kissed along her jawline until he reached her ear, "I'm going to enjoy feeding on you…hunter." Then his grip tightened as he grabbed ahold of her and threw her into the far wall. Millie groaned as she tried to stand up. her legs weak from both the alcohol and the collision. She braced herself as he began circling her, "You might have some fun, Geralt, but I'll be the one waking up in the morning." He thrust his body at her, knocking her to the ground. He moved to feed on her neck, his strength stronger than she imagined for his height and build. Her nails finally pierced their way into his skin and weakened him enough to where she could flip their positions.
Now that he was weak and unable to move, her right hand slid into her bra and pulled out a switch blade, "Slutty costumes just make it so hard to carry around real weapons. Oh well, this'll have to do." His eyes widened as she flipped it open and swung her arm down. The blade pierced his skull; sliding into his brain, killing him immediately. For a few seconds, she felt sorry for him. Somewhere along the way he was turned against his will…but then he chose to kill innocent people and that's were her sympathy for him died. Millie stood up and poured out the whiskey from its decanter, throwing a match onto the body before making her exit from the abandoned house. The walk back to the motel wasn't that bad and after stripping herself of her vampire blood covered costume, she snuggled into bed and fell quickly asleep.