So, I've decided to try combine my two favourite things (Supernatural and Merlin) to create this fic. Basically, a Merlin AU in which the Pendragons are hunters, everyone's hiding something, and nothing is entirely as it seems. I hope you enjoy.

Machetes and Empty Colts

'You have a fine face for a hunter.' She smiled cruelly, cocking her head slightly as she looked down at him on the ground. Her tongue briefly flicked over her painted lips. 'I would do some wicked things to you. But I'm just so…hungry.'

With that, she bared her teeth and he watched in horror as a set of fangs descended from her gums. Then she was on top of him, fingers clawing at his clothes and her terrifying mouth nearing his skin as she prepared to feast. He was scrambling, attempting to force her back, yet she was strong, her fragile frame deceptive. All he was waiting for was the sharp bite on his neck, and the reassurance this would be over soon.

Then there was a spray of blood, and where there had been a vampire's head, there was a bloody stump and a pale hand clutching a ruby splattered machete.

'Morgana.'

The machete wielding woman grinned, her other hand on her slim waist. 'Well, Arthur, I'll add this to the list of times I've saved your ass.'

'You did not just save my ass,' he said grudgingly, as he picked himself up, wiping some of the vampire blood from his cheek as he did so.

'Oh, so you had all this planned out then? What was the next step: get turned? Or become some vampire's cheeseburger?'

'I've had the Colt in my pocket all this time. I could have handled it all.' Arthur snapped.

'Your magic little gun? This the same gun you used all the bloody ammo shooting some son-of-a-bitch demon with on the last job?' Morgana frowned, her eyes narrowed. 'All that one-of-a-kind ammo, may I just say?'

'Better than your little knife there.'

'The little knife that just saved your damn neck.' She shook her head, her dark locks swaying slightly. Just at the moment, they heard shouting from deep in the dark warehouse used as the vampires' nest. 'Come on, Pendragon, better find your father.'

It was only later, when the floor was littered with decapitated monsters, that they found Uther Pendragon. He was sat on one of the cardboard boxes that were strewn around the warehouse's main floor, running a cloth, already dripping with blood, slowly up and down his blade. He was old-fashioned in that respect. He hunted vampires with a sword. As he heard the footsteps of his son approaching, he looked up, meeting his eyes with a hard stare.

'Where have you been?' He asked softly. Arthur had been hunting with him long enough to mistake that tone with any form of tenderness, however: Uther was most dangerous when pretending not to be.

'I ran into trouble. One of the vamps was trying to run. I got her.' He ran a hand through his blond hair, tousling it slightly, and his father nodded approvingly at his story. Morgana rolled her eyes at his blatant lies as she stepped out from behind Arthur, though she expected nothing less from him.

At the roll of her eyes, Uther's glare fell on the dark haired woman. 'I knew you shouldn't have come, Morgana. You could have completely forfeited this job.'

'I was trying to do what was right.'

'You risked yourself unnecessarily. You could have been killed, or turned.' He stood, his walk aggressive as he approached her. 'What were you thinking?'

'I was thinking we needed to track these vamps, find their nest, stop them taking any other victims. And the best way to do that was to be bait. I fit their type perfectly. If I was Arthur, you'd have had no problem.'

'But you aren't Arthur.'

'No, I'm far too competent.' She smirked, her tone icy. Uther turned from her in anger, his hand twitching as he fought the urge to bring a leather glove clad hand around her face. His fury was distracted as he heard a further pair of footsteps behind him. Morgana raised her machete once more, Arthur reached for the gun in his pocket, despite its lack of bullets.

'Don't shoot. Please. Don't shoot. We aren't those things. We aren't armed. Don't kill us. Please.' A sobbing strained voice was followed by two figures edging cautiously out of the shadows.

'Stay where you are.' Uther stepped forward slowly, raising his blade slightly as he stepped towards the two people. 'Who are you?'

As they stepped into the dim light of the single low hanging, exposed bulb, Uther lowered his sword again. The first, a young man, was covered in blood. His shirt, that had once been white, was almost crimson with bloody splatters. More covered his blazer and, Arthur could imagine, the red scarf that hung around his neck. He must have been the speaker, because the woman beside him was visibly shaking. Mascara had run down her cheeks in terrified tears, and there was a trail of blood from her neck. They'd bitten her, then. Her tights were laddered, more blood dripping where nails had clawed at her flesh. Even now, she refused to meet any of the hunters' eyes, fear still coursing her veins. But neither of them had blood smeared around their mouths, and that was all that mattered.

The man spoke again, his voice slowly steadying. 'I'm…Merlin. This is my friend, Guinevere. Gwen.'

'What happened to you?' Morgana stepped forward, a tender look having replaced her ice-cold expression.

'We were just…in a bar. We were drugged. We woke up here, tied to some post. We've been here days.' He held out his wrists, raw from the binding of some form of rope. A quick glance at Gwen's showed the same chafing.

'They bit me. Drank me,' the woman whispered, her voice cracked, eyes not lifting from the floor. 'I thought I was in Hell.'

'Hell is a harder place than this.' Uther spat, before turning on his heel and almost marching from the warehouse floor. He cast a look back over his shoulder at the rest of the company stood still, and clicked his fingers once. Arthur shoved the empty gun back into his jacket and followed quickly, Morgana more sullenly. At a shared glance, Merlin and Gwen ran to catch up with the others.

'Wait. Who are you? What were those things?' Merlin fell into a walk as he caught up with Arthur. He seemed to be limping slightly, a trickle of blood slowing from the bottom of his jeans. 'What were you doing here? You can't just turn up holding weapons and decapitating people. You have to explain yourselves.'

Uther stopped suddenly at the dark haired man's words. 'What do you mean "decapitating" people? How did you know about that? How did you escape, anyway?'

'For God's sake, Uther, leave them be. They did escape, that's all that m…'

'Be quiet, Morgana,' Uther hissed, his pale eyes narrowed as he looked the two captives up and down once more. 'How did you escape?'

Shaking, Gwen reached behind her to pull a small penknife from the hem of her skirt. 'My father, he was a…mechanic. When my mother died, he told me to always be prepared, not to risk myself. I cut us loose when…you had distracted them.'

'The decapitation?'

'The creatures mentioned it. They said someone had decapitated one of their brothers. It must have been you guys.'

Uther frowned, and Arthur kicked a box beside him before slowly sitting on it, head in his hands. 'Shit. They were just sat here waiting for us. It was too easy to get in. We should have seen that. They were just waiting for us to show up. Shit. Shit. Shit.'

'I don't get it…you killed them all, right?' Merlin asked, his eyes suddenly wide. 'There aren't any left, right?'

Uther had left by this time, stormed out of the warehouse through the door they had kicked in earlier, daylight now streaming through to provide one of the only sources of light in the building. At Merlin's questions and panicked glances around the dark, Arthur glared, as if physically unable to keep the hate from his face. His eyes, so usually bright, had paled to almost his father's colour, as if to emphasise their unity in the disdain for the boy stood before him. He stood angrily, and followed his father's shadow out of the building, without any sound.

Gwen watched him leave, her body still trembling slightly. As he exited the building, however, she could feel her heart pounding in fear once again. He had a gun, she'd seen. Now he'd just left them. Where had he gone? Didn't he understand? They were defenceless. They could still be in danger, and he just didn't care. Her breathing was now erratic, fighting its way out of her throat, which she felt was closing in on itself. She sank to the box that the blond had previously been sat on, one hand on her chest to steady herself.

But who was this? Someone was sitting beside her, an arm sliding around her shoulders. The woman, of course, Gwen had forgotten her. She felt her withdraw her arm, and replace it with her leather jacket.

'You need it more than I do.' The woman smiled slightly. 'Your reaction is perfectly understandable. I've seen people react worse actually, trust me.'

'But, you aren't….'

'This is a regular day for me.' With that she cast her glance back up to Merlin, who was stood still looking around him anxiously. 'You can calm down, Merlin, we killed them all. We're hunters, this is what we do. You can trust us.'

He bit his lip, looking over to the door that Arthur and Uther had just left through. 'But him…?'

'Arthur's just a bit touchy. We lost a man.' She sighed, rubbing her head with one hand as she spoke. 'Lance. Lancelot, but he used to kill me for calling him that. He was a good hunter. A great man. He has saved Arthur's life more times than Arthur dares count. But, that isn't your fault. We had no idea the vamps knew we were coming.'

'Vamps?'

'Vampires. Didn't the whole blood-sucking give it away? Or the fangs?' Morgana asked, shaking her head at the blank reactions of the couple. 'Were you expecting long capes? Transylvanian accents? Tell me you weren't expecting them to glitter. I swear fiction does more bad than good, sometimes.' With that she stood, picking her blood coated machete up from beside her and began heading towards the exit. 'Come along, guys. You do not want to be left here, trust me.'