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Wynn Colt brought her leather coat tighter around her. For mid May, the night air was colder than usual and the wind was chilling her down to the bone.

She had walked the same three blocks from her best friend's house to her home a million times. However, this time it was different. She wasn't sure if it was the chill in the air, or blackness of the sky, but she couldn't get over the fact that she felt like she was being followed. She glanced over her shoulder every few seconds but could see no sign of any one else on the block. She quickened her pace as her two story Victorian came into view. She knew that inside her siblings were getting ready for bed, as her mother and father danced around the living room to whatever radio station was coming in the best. It had always been that way. Since she was running around in diapers. Most parents would keep the house quiet, hoping the silence would put their kids to sleep. But not Daphne and Phillip Colt. Silence wasn't favored in the house.

Wynn smiled a bit, knowing she would soon walk into her home and be met with a upbeat tune and the smiling faces of her parents. As she reached for the doorknob her fingers slipped away, and some one pulled her back into the shadows of the night.

XOXOX

Daphne stopped mid twirl and looked at the front door. She could have sworn she heard the knob jiggle. Instinctively she looked over at the large grandfather clock sitting by the staircase. Then her eyes traveled farther up the stairs to land upon two giggling children. Her youngest two ducked behind the wall and peaked out only to see if Daphne was still watching them.

"Phillip do you hear that?" Daphne asked walking towards the staircase. Phillip chuckled and played along.

"We must have mice again my love." Phillip said winking at his kids. "Because our little ones are supposed to be tucked away in their beds."

"Those darn mice." Daphne said as she rushed up the stairs and grabbed her youngest child. "Now tell me little mouse, what is your name?"
The other child giggled and pulled on her mother's sleeve. "Mommy, that's Marcus."

Phillip chuckled and took his daughters hand. "Well, I'll be. They aren't mice at all. They are our mischievous ones."

Phillip led the girl into her room. "Wynn should be home soon. Issy Belle, Promise to stay in bed tonight. Your sister needs her sleep for the big dance recital tomorrow."

Issy nodded dramatically, causing her long dark hair to cover her face. Phillip chuckled and kissed her forehead, then tucked her in. "Good night Sweets."

Phillip walked back out of the room shutting off the lights as he did. He peaked over his shoulder to see Issy had already drifted off to sleep. Daphne came up behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I just put Marcus to bed. Heath on the other hand is finishing up his last chapter for the night." She said and lightly kissed his back.

"What is he reading tonight?"
"Hardy Boys."

Phillip rolled his eyes his eldest son always had a book in his hand. Phillip looked down at his wristwatch and tapped it twice. Wynn was late, the eldest Colt child did have a reputation for running a little late, but never more than half an hour. It was going on an hour.

"I'll call Sarah. See when Wynn left." Daphne said with a heavy sigh. She headed down stairs to locate Sarah's number. Phillip on the other hand walked out onto the front porch to see if there was any sign of Wynn walking down the street. No one could be seen. But something did catch his eye. The chain of a silver necklace was shimmering by the first step of the porch. Phillip's stomach sank and panic soon set in. Wynn wore a plain silver necklace that Issy gave her for her birthday. Wynn never took it off. Not even to shower.

"Wynn left the Millers at eight." Daphne said in a panic. Phillip slowly held up the necklace. At once Daphne raced to the street. "Wynafred!"

Daphne knew there would be no answer, yet she raced down the street calling her eldest daughters name. Sixteen years of memories flashed through her head. Finding out she was pregnant at seventeen. Moving into a cheap, bug-infested apartment with Phillip and their new baby girl. Potty training, teaching her how to ride a bike. Telling Wynn she would be getting a new baby brother. Walking a scared six-year-old Wynn into her first dance class. Watching Phillip cringe from the passenger seat of his Neon as Wynn got behind the wheel for the first time.

All those memories came to a crashing halt when Daphne saw the dark figure standing over the body of a young girl. The girl didn't seem to look frightened as the figure moved her long, curly, dark brown hair away from her neck and leaned into it.

"You sick bastard! Get away from her!" Daphne demanded as she pushed him away. The man let out a loud high pitched scream and turned on her. The hood the man was wearing covered most of his face, except for his mouth. Daphne took a step back, Surrounding the man's mouth was a red liquid that dripped off his chin. No matter how hard Daphne told herself not to look down at the body, she couldn't to it. She had to know. Slowly her eyes moved from the stranger before her to the feet of the victim. Clear jellies. Up to her pants. Dark wash denim jeans. Up to her shirt, Black band tee. To her face. Open mouth, lips painted red. Light freckles scattered across her cheeks, open green eyes.

Wyn…Wyn…Wynafred!" Daphne screamed as she dropped to her knees in front of her daughter's lifeless body. She brought her daughter into a protective hug as she turned on the man. "Why! Why would you kill a child?"

The man began to chuckle. "ChildrensChildren's blood is sweet. Untainted by liquor or the other shit you people taint yourselves with."

"You sick freak!" Daphne said as the man turned and walked into the shadows. "I'll kill you! I wont stop till I've hunted you down and killed you, you son of a bitch!"

XOXOX

Daphne pulled the RV into its new home for the next week or so. Behind her, she could already hear her kids setting the place up. Her husband on the other hand was fast asleep in the master bed in the back of the RV.

We've only got two machetes left." Issy said sitting down in the passenger's seat. "Dad had really got to stop breaking them."

"Hey, as long as he's taking off Vamp heads, let him break them." Heath said bringing his nose out from behind the latest mythological creature book, he had found. "And besides, if you could hustle better we could afford better machetes."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "If you two start, I'm finishing it."

Issy bowed her head. "Yes mom."

For six years the Colt family had been tracking the Vampire that killed Wynn and hunting every thing else along the way. At first, it was just Daphne who went out on hunts. Leaving Phillip to take care of the kids. But when a ticked off shape shifter came to the house when she was gone, Daphne locked up her beloved home and brought her family with. Soon her husband began to hunt along side her, and then Heath started two years ago when he turned fourteen. Issy on the other hand refused to hunt. She would do research or watch Marcus. Getting into the family business was the boys thing not hers. And she was only eleven years old.

"Heath, go wake your father." Daphne said as she smoothed out Issy's frizzy hair. "Sweets, we may need you on this one. Most of the witnesses are younger children."

Issy shook her head. "Nope."

Daphne looked at her daughter for a few more minutes before she sighed and got to her feet. Phillip was already dressed and heading out the door to unhitch their car and Heath's bike. Daphne looked through a stack of fake IDs and handed one to Heath.

"Bart Heartly?" Heath groaned. "Are you trying to get me beat out there? Come on let me be Seth Stoner."

Daphne smirked. "Sorry, but Seth Stoner has a breaking and entering charge remember. Thanks to some one not getting the alarms turned off."

"That wasn't my fault." Phillip protested coming back inside the RV. "Some one forgot to mention there was an alarm."
Issy giggled. "I did too. I told you to watch for the ring. Remember. Our code word for alarm."

Phillip picked his daughter up and sat down with her in his lap. He then began to tickle her. "Oh did you now?" what does the tickle monster have to say about that?"
Issy giggled and fought against her dad to get away. "I think I'm eleven and to old for the tickle monster."

"Issy is never too old." Marcus said jumping on Issy and helping his father with the tickling. Daphne smiled and pulled Heath into a side hug. As a child, Daphne's family was never this close. She wasn't sure if it was because there were seven kids to look out for, or because hunting back then was more stressful. Her mother and father were always fighting. There wasn't a day of Daphne's childhood memories that her parents didn't fight. Her older sister Suzanne would always turn up her radio to drown out the yelling. She never wanted her children to go through that. And so far, they never had.

"Alright you three." Daphne said picking Marcus up so Phillip could put Issy down and stand up. Daphne put Marcus down and took Issy's hand. "We may not be back till late tonight. Do not leave this camper till Heath comes and gets you for supper."

Issy nodded knowing what her mother was scared of. This monster they were going after liked kids. And she was guessing young boys were its favorite. Issy took Marcus and led him to the master bedroom where all his toys were. It was going to be a long day trying to keep the hyperactive eight-year-old inside.

XOX

Issy was about to duct tape Marcus to a hair by the time Heath walked into the camper. He took one look at his younger brother and knew something was off. Issy was standing by the bathroom with her hands behind her back and a smirk on her face.

"What are you up to?" Heath asked holding out his hand. Issy sighed in defeat and handed the duct tape over. "That bad huh?"
"You have no idea!" Issy demanded. "I had the little brat tied up so I could pee. I wasn't in there more than a minute and he got loose."

Heath laughed and messed up Marcus's dirty blonde hair. "Let's get some food."

Heath bent down so Marcus could jump on his back.

"What's our names?" Issy asked.

Heath handed Issy two fake school IDs. The names on them were Georgia Heartly and William Heartly. "Well at least my name is better than Bert."

Heath rolled his eyes. He would have pushed her a bit, but he was carrying Marcus on his back. "Keep it up little bit. Just keep it coming. Then we'll see who will be paying for food tonight."

Issy smirked and kicked a rock as she walked. She looked up to her big brother a lot. She knew nothing would happen to her when he was around. Older kids stayed clear when they saw him coming. He was tall, a little over six three. His hair was dirty blonde and what Issy called the prince charming look. Cause every Disney movie prince had the same hair style. Parted right down the middle and a cowlick on each side of the banges. He wasn't a built looking guy, but wasn't scrawny either. And just like their father, he had green eyes. Issy and Marcus had blue like their mother.

"Issy your going to have to put Marcus to bed tonight." Heath said and Issy groaned in protest. "I know, he doesn't go to bed well for you. But mom and dad need me tonight."

Issy looked up at him in surprise. Yeah, Heath had gone on hunts with his parents before, but never after dark. "This is a bad one isn't it."

Heath nodded. "Look around. What's missing from this town?"

Issy looked around. "Children."
Heath nodded. "We aren't sure what this thing is yet. So tonight keep all windows and doors locked tight. And keep everything out."

Issy nodded again. She had never had to use any weapons left at the camper, but she knew how to use most of them. There was this odd feeling in the back of Issy's head that made her think that tonight she would be using one. Ever since they rolled into town, something had felt wrong about this job.

After they ate, Heath got his siblings back to the camper and left. He didn't stick around to make sure they had everything they might need for the night. He didn't even tell them goodnight. Just dropped them off an left. Marcus didn't seem to mind as he grabbed his favorite army men toys and headed for the table to play. Issy on the other hand began to find the weapons she may need for the night. When she had everything situated, she began to lock up the camper.

Issy, I'm thirsty." Marcus complained around nine. "Can I have some juice?"
"Get ready for bed first." Issy said bringing him his batman pajamas.

"But I'm not tired." Marcus replied trying to hold back a yawn.

"Uh huh." Issy said with a smirk. "Then no juice."
Marcus groaned and grabbed his pajamas from his sister. A short time later he was fast asleep in the master bed. Issy sighed in relief. He hadn't gone to bed that easily in a long time. Issy sat down at the table and took out one of her favorite books. Peter Pan. No matter how many times she read it, the story never got old.

She was half way through the book when she heard movement from the master bedroom. Yawning she got to her feet to check out the noise, when the camper door was kicked in. There stood a man holding a large shot gun. Instinctively Issy reached for the hand gun closest to her. The man pushed her aside and headed for the bedroom. He kicked open the door. There standing over Marcus was a dark hooded figure. The man lifted his gun, but before he could get a shot it, Issy beat him to it.

"Damn it!" The man yelled as the creature escaped up through the sun roof. He then turned on the young girl. "Why didn't you wait till it was feeding?"
Issy glared at the man. "Nothing is going to feed of my little brother."
Daphne rushed into the camper when she heard the gun shot. Phillip and Heath weren't far behind her. She rushed passed the man and took her son into her arms. "Marcus, honey, open your eyes."

The boy's eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw his mother. "Did you get the monster?"
Daphne sighed in relief. "Never you mind. You go back to sleep."

When Marcus was tucked back into bed Daphne turned on the stranger. "What the hell are you doing in my home with a loaded gun! You could have shot my children."
The man smirked. "That shot didn't come from me."
He looked down at the young girl who had backed away when her mom came in, and was now nose first in her book.

"Did you hit it little bit?" The teenage boy asked with a smirk. The girl glared at him over her book.

John held back a smirk. For some reason the boy reminded him of an older version of his son. "It wouldn't have mattered if she did. Shtrigas cant be killed unless they are feeding. And unless that bullet was made out of consecrated wrought iron, the only thing your daughter did was piss that thing off."

"What the hell is a shitgas?" Heath asked and Issy giggled.

"He said Strigas, not shitgas, dipstick." Issy said putting her book down. I'm buying you a hearing aid for your birthday."

"Stop." Phillip warned. Issy and Heath bowed their heads. Phillip then looked up at the stranger. "How do you know about this thing?"
The man smirked. "I'm a hunter, just like you. Got wind of the creature about a week ago."
Daphne looked the man up and down. "How do you kill a vampire?"
The man smirked. "Cut of its head. What is a vampires weakness?"

Daphne smirked back and looked around the room.

"Dead man's blood." The Colt family said together. John nodded his approval.

"I'm Phillip Colt." Phillip said offering his hand. The man took it and they briefly shook hands. "This is my wife Daphne, my eldest son Heath, by daughter Issy Belle, and the little man in there sleeping is Marcus."

"John Winchester.