Most people would say that hearing voices and having visions are the symptoms of some mental disease. I say they are a curse. A plague. A punishment for being born the way I am. It is no secret in my family. I am a monster.

The world is an empty place for people like my family and me. Our occupation was not an easy one. It was filled with darkness, fear, and death. Though, my parents refused to let us become depressed. That is why I was at a stupid college party with my sisters, so I could "loosen up and get laid" in the words of my loving father. I scoffed. Like I was going to fuck one of these dude-bros. They couldn't even hold their liquor. The University of Kansas really could pick 'em.

"Kadence, let's get out of here." My younger sister, Kristen, begged.

I would have consented; however, our parents had given us an assignment, under the guise of attending the party, and we could not leave until it was completed. I grabbed Kristen's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as I took a swig of the cheap vodka I had in my plastic cup. A shudder ran up my spine as I forced the liquid down. I had much finer tastes than this pisswater, but I had to look the part. I was a student at UK, but I was not a party-goer so I at least needed to fool our target. At least Nicole, my youngest sister, could play the role well. She already had most of the young men in the room hanging on her every word, and was sitting on another man's lap. Nicole was also superb at pretending to be drunk, which is exactly what we needed for our plan.

I gave Kristen's hand one last squeeze and headed toward the exit, swaying my hips as I walked. We needed to catch this thing's attention and it had to be tonight. Kristen, with her blue pixie-cut and big, brown doe eyes could snag seize anyone's attention. Nicole, who's warm brown skin glowed under the dim lights of the party, could lure many a man to their demise. And I planned to use my curves and words. The creature we were hunting was a vampire. One that really liked to prey upon pretty, young girls for sex and blood. The college drinking scenes were its hunting grounds; but now, they were ours.

The plan was, Nicole would become the "it" girl at the party and grab all the male attention. She would try to create diversion by flirting and dancing "drunkenly" with the men, while Kirsten observed the scene and drank at the makeshift bar. She kept other attention to her with witty jokes and sweet smiles. My job was to divert the vampire's interest to me. I was to use my eyes and body language to lure him from the room, pretend to be seduced by him, then decapitate him with the machete I had hidden inside of my leather bomber.

"Easy enough," I thought as I entered the mouth of the alleyway, smirking all the while.

I knew he followed me. I could smell him. The scent of blood, alcohol, and death. It was a subtle smell, something that would have been alluring to a normal person, but to me it was revolting. I almost wished one of my sisters had taken this job. Nevertheless, I was the one that volunteered, and I had to carry out the plan or the monster would slip away and kill again. I leaned against the wall of the alley and grinned alluringly, pulling a pack of cigarettes from inside my coat.

"Got a light?" I asked, keeping the smile in place.

He nodded, returning my smile, and held out a lighter. His hair was black, falling past his ears, and disheveled. His eyes were a dark color that was undistinguishable in the darkness of the alley. His features were aristocratic and seemed almost sculpted, and his build was lean and strong. I may have gone for him, if he weren't a bloodsucker. He noticed my gaze as I lit my cigarette and grinned seductively. I smiled back and blew smoke in his direction, trying not to cough. I wasn't a big fan of smoking, it tasted bad and smelled worse. Instead of reflecting on how much I disliked my acting prop, I decided to move forward with the plan.

"So, you got a name?" I inquired, smirking again.

The bloodthirsty creature nodded and held out his hand for a cigarette. I handed him one and lit it for him with his lighter. After a few puffs of the cancer stick, he answered.

"Dante, and you?"

"Kadence," I took another long drag. "What's your major?"

Dante scoffed, "You're really taking a 'smoke break' with me to learn my major?"

Instantly I began to panic; however, I kept my composure and flicked my cigarette to the ground, stamping it out.

"Nah, but I wanna get to know you." I simpered, blinking sweetly.

"I'm not the 'get to know you' type." He grunted as he finished his cigarette.

I hummed in response and nodded. I was not going about this well, but I didn't want to resort to my 'feminine wiles' this soon. I didn't have to worry for long because once he stamped out the remains of the cigarette he grabbed me and crashed his lips to mine. I froze in shock for a few seconds, almost pushing him away, before I came back to my senses and slid my hands into his hair, pulling him to me. I was repulsed by the smell that assailed me. I was more sensitive to impurities than regular people, and the scent of this vampire was nauseating. What was even more sickening was the bloodsucker letting his hands roam my body. It took everything in me not to retch then and there.

If I wanted to kill him, I would have to take things a little further. So, I slid my hands under his shirt, which only made him kiss me more viciously. His sharp teeth nipped at my lips, causing them to swell and small droplets of blood to well up. This sent him into a fit of ecstasy and he grabbed my hands, dragging them down to the button of his jeans and forcing me to undo them. He trailed his disgusting, murdering hands up my arms, tearing my jacket off me and undoing my pants. Then he grabbed the back of my head, tangling his hands into my hair, and slid his free hand up my shirt to grope my breast.

I gasped in revulsion, which he took for pleasure and began to kiss my neck. I could feel him growing hard against my hip, which made me shudder in disgust. Thankfully, he was taking my gasps and convulsions as signs of enjoyment rather than disgust. I forced my hands to move around his frame and my tongue to lick his lips as I let my body meld to his. The sordid hand groping my breast slipped under my bra to pinch me. I squealed and blushed, causing him to growl and run his teeth along my neck at the sudden rush of blood. To distract him from feeding on me, I reached around to my back and pretended to undo my bra; however, at the same moment he undid his hand from my hair and slid his hand down my back, stopping where I had my machete strapped. The vampire jerked back with a snarl, his eyes flashing with recognition.

"You aren't some tipsy party girl looking for a fuck, are you?" He hissed, digging his fingers into my skin.

I cried out in pain and grabbed for the weapon, but he was to quick. The bloodsucker ripped the machete from my back, ripping the straps, which cut into my skin, causing me to bleed.

"You're a fucking hunter!" He growled and violently shoved me to the wall of the alley.

I cried out in pain, knowing that this much of my blood would drive him over the edge. There was no way I could match his strength, which was why I had resorted to trickery in the first place. I was dead. My sisters would not know I needed help. I was going to die alone in this alley, and this monster would get away. No matter the abnormalities I had, nothing could save me now, except a miracle. I closed my eyes against the vampire's hate filled glare and steeled myself for the pain of his fangs. Then I felt the splatter of blood across my face and chest. My eyes flashed open to see the Dante had been decapitated. I watched in shock as his headless body fell to the ground.

"Heya Kadence," said a familiar voice.

I inhaled sharply and looked up into the bright green eyes of Dean Winchester.