Author note: Hi! I haven't been on this site for years! This is my first fanfic since the last one and the reason I'm doing it is because I've hit a mental block with an original piece I've been working on for a year or so now. So I'm pretty much letting my mind vomit here and scratching the old writing bug. I hope people enjoy :) I plan for this to develop into a romance piece FYI. This is an introductory chapter to introduce my character so apologies for the lack of Sam/Dean/Cas. Reviews are much appreciated if you would like to leave one :) Also, I live in Britain and I'm currently not fully caught up on the latest season of Supernatural, so although I'm bringing in the British Men of Letters I don't know their end game, so I'm treating them in a villain-ish fashion. So don't go and be expecting any canon stuff here. Possible spoilers if you're not up to Season 12. I just wanted to write something I would enjoy and I hope others do too. Much love xxx
Chapter 1 - Hello Winchesters
She approached the old barn and hastily found a window to duck under, trying not to make a sound. Time was working against her and dusk wasn't far away. The British Men of Letters were no doubt inbound too, and she wanted to be in and out way before they got here. She gasped for air and wiped the sweat from her brow. She hadn't considered how harsh the heat of Georgia would be in comparison to the cold, rainy climate she knew in Yorkshire, England. She took a hair band from her wrist and shoved her long brunette hair into a rough ponytail hoping to fetch some small relief.
She slowly raised herself and peeped in through the open barn window. Nothing of note to be seen, old stacks of rotting straw, layers of dust so thick you could slice through it with a knife. Rusty farm equipment hung from the decaying beams, casting sinister shadows with the remaining sunlight. She spotted fresh footprints in the dust leading towards a ladder toward the back of the barn. They must have set up shop upstairs.
The girl ducked back down and removed her backpack from her shoulders. She reached inside and fetched out a machete with intricate patterns and symbols etched into the blade. Her pride and joy, arguably her best friend.
Ditching the rucksack into some nearby foliage, she took a deep breath and readied herself.
The thought occurred that she was being rather naïve. She didn't fully understand what she was walking into here, a mere vampire den? Surely not with them having such an interest. She'd been following the British Men of Letters for some time now, trying to discover what they were up too. Why had they come to America? Why are they recruiting American hunters? Why did they torture those two guys? She knew them well enough that it isn't just as simple matter of hunting monsters to these people, they were practically monsters themselves. There had to be an ulterior motive. She wanted to intervene when she saw the brutality practiced on those two hunters but nonetheless they sorted themselves out, with the aid of the blonde woman. A pretty tough trio, and it meant she could keep her presence a secret still.
How to do this? She thought, charge in head on? With the sun still visible the vamps would surely still be in slumber, but they could easily click on to her attack by the time she'd got up the ladder. Maybe there's another way up? She looked at her watch and knew there was no time now, the sun wouldn't slow down for her. Head on attack it is.
She entered the window and made for the ladder, taking careful steps to avoid as much floorboard creaking as she could.
Placing her blade between her teeth she started to climb. SNAP. She clung on to the ladder desperately as one of the decaying rungs shattered under her feet.
She clenched her eyes shut and internally cursed in frustration. She glared at the top of ladder, frozen for a moment, expecting some pissed vamps to appear and jump her. Nothing. Thankfully.
With a minor swell of relief she proceeded to climb, clambering onto the ledge and getting to her feet.
"Well, shit," she sighed as before her stood a group of six awaiting vamps, eyes wide and teeth bare. That didn't quite work out as intended.
"Wondered if you wanted to buy some cookies for the girl scouts?" she raised her hands, briefly forgetting the machete clasped in the left.
Two vamps charged for her. She quickly entered attack stance, beheading one via a valiant swing of the blade with ease and ricocheting the second over the ledge to the ground below.
"Guess not then!" she laughed, starting a charge of her own.
The third and fourth vamp went down just as easily as the first. Five and six however proved to be more awkward. Five kicked for her shins, causing her to fall while six kicked her left hand, sending the machete flying over the ledge. She grunted and counter attacked with a kick to number five's shins while she was still on the ground, as he landed she then kicked at his skull with the heel of her boot. The vamp cried in agony as the silver spike strategically fixed to said heel protruded straight through the bone, creating a grotesque crack as it tore through and into the brain. Six kicked at her chest and and she cried out as she felt a rib shatter. She needed to get back on her feet and out of this awful disadvantage. Laid nearby was a rusty old pitchfork, she grabbed it and swung for the vamp's feet, bringing him down to her level and face to face. He roared and bore his horrific fangs, to which she responded with a firm headbutt, dazing the creature as well as herself for a moment. Silly move. Using the pitchfork as leverage, she pulled herself back to her feet, trying to ignore the intensifying pain from her destroyed ribs. When up she slammed the pitchfork's prongs down into the monster's neck pinning it to the floor whilst it writhed and screamed in pain. It wasn't enough to kill it. After a moment it had managed to free itself and swiped for the girl, sending her flying over the ledge to the ground below. She did conveniently land on a small stack of straw, but that didn't stop an immense wash of agony rage through her body from the impact. The Vamp above looked down on her from above and leapt down. Fuelled by nothing but adrenaline she managed to catch him in a fashion and hurled him away. Using this fuel she also found her feet, and swiftly introduced him to his demise with a not so clean swipe at the neck from a nearby rusty old saw.
Catching her breath, she turned around to be met a flash of steel hurling toward her. It cut through her a good inch or so deep from the collarbone down to above her breast. The pain felt white hot and it almost caused her to black out as her body fell back to the ground.
She forgot about number two, who now stood above her, laughing manically.
"My my," he sneered, "You killed a lot of my friends today, I'm gonna enjoy this."
The girl felt her consciousness slipping as the Vampire got to it's knees and reached to feed from the fresh wound. Her vision was now blurry and she could feel her energy pouring out along with her blood. She closed her eyes, accepting her end. Her failure.
Sounds became echoey and near on undecipherable. She braced herself for death.
A bang? Footsteps? Voices? A scream? Many noises, but no sensation of being fed on. She mustered the strength to open her eyes once more. Everything was so blurred, she couldn't see the vampire anymore, but now two figures stood above her. One seemed tall with long hair, the other shorter, with much shorter hair and a plaid shirt.
They were knelt over her now, but she couldn't make out the words they spoke. Her eyes involuntarily dropped, and she finally blacked out.
...
She was in a car. The engine cooed beautifully. Her ribs made it painful to move, and her eyes felt too heavy to open. She raised a heavy arm to her collarbone, the touch made her wince but she could feel she had been bandaged up. She recalled the two figures, they saved her life. That's embarrassing.
"We don't know who she is Sammy, what if she's with them?" she heard a gruff voice state.
"Dean, c'mon. She's most likely just another hunter," a lighter voice reasoned, "Those vamps were killing so many people in the town it could easily have been picked up as a case. The fact we know they're involved could be pure coincidence."
Dean scoffed, "Yeah, look at how many times things turn out to be just coincidences to us."
Sammy sighed.
"Besides," Dean continued, "If she is a hunter, she should know better than to try and gank a group of vamps alone."
"Yeah, because you've never done that at all have you?" Sammy replied with a tinge of sarcasm.
"Yeah but...I'm a badass."
"I'm...not with anyone," she croaked, still unable to force her eyes open.
"Whoa!" Dean yelled, and she felt the car swerve slightly, "You OK back there?"
"Super," she replied with a small chuckle.
"What's your name?" Sammy asked, "Do you need anything?"
"Lana..." she naively gave away, "Lana Kelly...and a beer would be cool?"
"Um..." Sammy hesitated.
"My kinda girl!" Dean cheered.
Lana felt the car accelerate as Dean put his foot down. She smiled to herself, of all the people to bail her out, of course it was the bloody Winchesters.
