Love Hesitates
Chapter 1: The Meeting
Damn. I hate vampires, I thought to myself. I was just standing outside the bastard's lair. He had turned three girls already, and tonight was his last meal. Luckily, he was still here, he hadn't left for his midnight snack...yet. I'd been tracking him for the past week, and have managed to stop him every time, but those three times. And tonight, I was gonna put an end to him, and his 'family'.
I got out of the car, and crept to the back door of the building. Taking a deep breath, I kicked in the door, and caught the eye of four bloodthirsty vampires. I took them on two at a time, but they were stronger than I'd thought. Every time I'd turn to one, another would do something to distract me. Finally, one of them hit me, and knocked me down. I rolled over onto my back, and tried to get up. One knelt down on my arm, and a second on my other arm, completely pinning me down.
"Dammit! Get off me, you bitch!" I spat in one of their faces. One stood over me, and grabbed me by the hair, pulling it tightly.
"She's feisty, she'll be good to add to our family!" they said, laughing. I struggled against their grasp, but I couldn't move. All of a sudden, a head flew off one of the vamps holding me down. I grabbed my sword, about two feet away, and sliced away one of the others. Once I was standing, there was still one last one, and it was all mine,
"Another one bites the dust!" I said, before delivering the final blow. The head lolled, and the body fell over. I looked around the room for the guy who'd saved me from that bloodsucker. I turned to see a guy in steel-toed work boots, jeans, a black t-shirt with a dark blue button-down shirt over it, and a brown leather jacket over that. He had a necklace with what looked like an Egyptian amulet hanging from it.
"Are you okay?" he asked me. I looked into a pair of sparkling, green eyes and nodded.
"Yea, I'm fine. Thanks for saving me," I said. I offered him my hand. "I'm Carmen, Carmen Spencer," I said. He took my hand.
"Winchester, Dean Winchester. And this," he said, pointing to the guy standing next to him, "is my brother, Sam," he added. My eyebrows rose, as I recalled the last name.
"Winchester, hmm. Interesting," I said, looking Dean up and down.
"What?" he asked, curious.
"I've heard of you, you're legendary," I told him.
"You said your last name is Spencer?" Sam asked me. I nodded, grinning.
"Talk about infamous," he said, his grin spreading wider across his face. I nodded.
"Huh?" Dean asked, confused.
"Dean, the Spencer family...the entire family are hunters. Goes all the way back to the Salem Witch Trials," he said. Dean looked at me, surprised.
"Your family history of hunters goes back to Salem, huh? Damn, and I thought our family was screwed," Dean said, chuckling. I laughed.
"Well, maybe a few of them feel that way, but not me. I love this life. Yea, it can be dangerous, but it beats sitting in a house all day every day not doing anything," I pointed out. Dean nodded in agreement.
"She's got us there," Dean said. I smiled at him.
"So, you must be a great hunter if you're here alone," Dean said, still grinning. I glanced sideways at him, smiling.
"Maybe I am," I said. "Are you the one who owns the '67 Chevy Impala?" I asked, curiously. He looked impressed.
"You know cars?" he asked.
"I'm a good huntress, but those aren't the only skills I possess. I also know music, mainly classic rock," I added. His eyebrows rose to that one, making me grin.
"Really? I guess we'll just have to see about that," he said, obviously liking what he was hearing.
"How bout a drink, Winchester? You can quiz me on my musical skills," I told him, winking.
"A beer does sound good right now. Sam?" he asked his younger brother. I looked over at him. Sam shook his head after a minute.
"No, you guys go ahead, thanks though," he replied, "it was nice meeting you..." he said, trying to remember my name.
"Carmen," I reminded him, "and it was nice meeting you, too, Sam," I said, and I turned to Dean. "Looks like it's just you and me, then. Meet me at the corner of Jefferson and 59th," I said, headed outside. They followed me out. Dean stopped when he saw my baby, the Boss.
"Whoa, awesome," he said, smiling. "It's no Impala, but this thing is sweet! Its a 1970 Mustang, right?" he asked.
"You're only half right. Its a 1970 Mustang Boss 302, 4942 cc's, V8, 290 horsepower and torque. Horsepower at 5800 RPM, and torque at 4300 RPM," I told him. He looked at me, smiling.
"Impressive. I gotta say, I dig your style. Let's see if you know my baby," he said, and led me over to the Impala. He lifted the hood, and stood back to let me look.
"327 engine, four barrel, 275 horsepower, little TLC," I said. His smile had grown wider as I completed my examination. He looked at me, then at Sam, then back at me.
"You are amazing, and you really do know your stuff," he said. "I can't wait to test your music," he said, getting into the car. I started back towards my own car.
"Hey," he called, "I'll meet you there after I drop Sam off at the motel," he said, smiling at me. I walked up to his window.
"Don't keep me waiting too long, Winchester," I said, dropping some flirtation into my voice.
He winked at me, and smiled, and drove away.
I climbed into my car, excitedly, and drove away towards downtown St. Louis.