Shit. Shit. Shit! Faster. I need to run faster. They'll catch me. I darted down the back alleyway; my lungs were burning and I was surprised my legs were still moving. I tripped over a discarded piece of trash and fell onto my hands and knees.
"There's no need to keep running kitten," said the sickeningly sweet voice.
I gasped and jerked around to see my attacker. He was tall with dark hair and eyes. But it was his smile that caught my attention. He had many sharp, pointed teeth that had grown in in front of my eyes over his normal human ones.
"Vampire," I hissed.
"That's right kitten." He reached for me but I shot to my feet and took off at full speed again. I could hear him chasing me. He was fast, almost inhumane and almost impossible to out run, but then again so was I.
I zigzagged down another empty street, then another, then another. He kept chasing me. I couldn't think of anyway to get away. I was screwed.
Suddenly I hit something tall and hard. "Whoa, easy there," he said as he grabbed my arms to steady me. I looked up surprised. He was gorgeous; tall, about six-two, and very muscular. His face had a five o'clock shadow with bright apple green eyes and dark brown hair. "You ok?"
"No. Run!" I grabbed his had and pulled him along with me.
"Why are we running?" he asked as we turned a corner.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled. "But I'm being followed and he won't leave you be now."
Suddenly he took control, tightening his grip on my hand and taking off full speed down the deserted street. I had trouble keeping up. He rounded a corner and yanked me to a stop, his arms wrapped around my waist and his body shielding me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Shhh…" he tilted his head to listen.
"We can't hide. He can track me."
"Who is it?" he asked after a moment.
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
He grinned cockily, "Try me."
"Found you, kitten?" The vampire's voice rang out from the shadows.
I jumped and looked around for the source. He was standing not far away his teeth showing brightly in the dim light.
"Kitten? What kind of nickname is the?" the man said. Instead of running he pulled me behind him, shielding me, and took out a machete. "You son of a bitch." He took a step towards the vampire, tense like a tiger ready to pounce.
"What are you doing? You can't beat him!" I grabbed his arm and yanked, but he wouldn't budge. "He's a-"
"A vampire, I know."
"So you know you cant win!"
"She's right boy. You don't have a chance," the vampire laughed and stalked forward. He was more like a panther, less bronze but more grace.
"I think I'll take my chances." They jumped at each other. The vampire punched the man in the face and tried to slam him into the ground but the man was too fast. He kicked the vampire in the chest then swung the machete, cutting the vampire's head clean off.
"Is he dead?" I asked after a few shocking moments. I crept forward and kicked the vampire's foot.
"Yep. Cut the head off and the vamp dies."
"Oh so that's how you kill vampires. Good to know."
His brows furrowed. "You don't seem that freaked out."
"Oh no, being chased by a vampire and watching some strange man chop his head off, just a normal day."
He blew air out of his nose and smiled. "Were there more?"
"No, not here. There was some back at that old house."
"You mean their nest?" He finished cleaning the blade and tucking it back in his coat.
"Yeah. Hey how did you know how to kill it?" I asked suspiciously.
"Ah, well…"
"Do you know how to kill other things like werewolves and demons?" I crossed my arms and looked up hopeful.
"Yeah, I'm a hunter," he said with a cocky grin.
"A hunter?"
"You know about vampires, demons, and werewolves but you don't know about hunters?"
"Well sorry," I said sarcastically. "I've kind of been learning as I go."
He looked at me funny, a kind of 'what are you' look. "What's your name?"
"Grace," I said.
"Grace? Seriously?"
"What? You don't like it? Tough."
"No, no it's just ironic." I raised my eyebrows at him but he just shook his head and he held out his hand. "Never mind. I'm Dean Winchester."