Chapter 1

Jessie Drake was five feet, seven inches tall with straight brown hair that fell halfway down her back. While she might look pretty average, she wasn't just an average thirty year old woman. She was a hunter with a deadly accurate aim.

It was a dark and damp night in April, the moon was almost full in the sky, a cool breeze was blowing.

Jessie was creeping through the shadows of an alleyway, a pistol loaded with silver bullets in one hand and an old silver dagger in the other. She was busy stalking a werewolf, one that had escaped her several times in the past few months, only she wasn't intending on letting it get away tonight, she knew exactly where it would be, and that's exactly where she was headed.

She stopped walking once she reached the opposite end of the alley, quickly concealing her gun in the front inside pocket of her black leather jacket, and the knife in a sheath inside her shin high leather boots, then walked out onto the sidewalk.

There were only a few people out on the streets this night, too cool and damp for most, except for some rowdy men hanging out in front of the bar at the corner of the street, smoking and carrying on. She walked down the street in front of the bar, ignoring the cat calls and whistling, she was accustomed to it in her line of work. She was too concerned with finding a man who hung around the area, the one she suspected was a werewolf. She'd seen him in the neighbourhood for the past few nights, but he kept giving her the slip. She wasn't going to let that happen tonight.

She crossed the road when she reached the corner, ducking into the shadows of the buildings whenever she could. She'd gone almost a block when she thought she heard a growl. Her instincts kicked in instantly, as she reached into her jacket pulling out her gun. She made sure the safety was off, then cocked it, holding it steady in front of her with both hands, like a trained professional.

She ducked into an alley that ran between two buildings, staying close to the wall, it was always safer to have something solid behind you. She moved slowly, stealthily, each footstep deliberate, as she approached the end of the alley. She knew the werewolf was around here somewhere, this is the area he'd been hunting every night for the last couple of nights. In fact, the first body found during this lunar cycle, the body of a woman, had been found in this very alley, bitten, torn up and her heart removed.

Jessie had deep regrets about not being able to stop him before he'd killed, but she felt even more angry with herself for not being able to find out who he was, never being able to catch a proper glimpse of him, even though she'd been stalking him for months. It wasn't like her at all and she was beginning to have doubts about hunting, but she was unsure what she would do if she wasn't hunting, it was all she'd known for so long, she didn't think she could do anything else. She suddenly heard a strange sound that snapped her back to reality. It was too dangerous to be thinking about anything but staying alert.

She turned around quickly, just in time to see the figure of a man approaching her at a quick speed in the darkness. She aimed her gun, but she didn't have enough time to get a clean shot off, missing her target by mere inches. The werewolf dodged the bullet, leaping at her with claws extended, knocking her backwards into the wall, her gun falling from her hand. She reached into her boot, pulling out the silver dagger swiftly, stabbing the creature in the shoulder. She'd been aiming for his heart, but she missed her mark as she dodged his snarling maw full of dagger sharp teeth, which had been very close to her face. She pulled her dagger free from his shoulder as he was pulling away. He stood snarling and growling at her for a moment, then ran off in the direction he'd come from.

"Son of a bitch!" she yelled in frustration as she pulled herself to her feet.

Jessie sheathed her dagger, picked her gun up from the ground, tucking it into the back of her pants, where it would be easily accessible. She took a few steps forward, nearly falling over, her head spinning. Breathing heavily, she stood still, checking her left arm, which was bleeding heavily from a few deep scratches, the arm of her jacket shredded.

"Now you're gonna pay for wrecking my jacket," she whispered angrily.

She pulled her dagger from her boot again, cutting a piece of her t-shirt and tied it around her bleeding arm, then resheathed the dagger and headed the the direction the werewolf had ran. When she got to the end of the alley and looked in all directions, she had no idea where he'd gone, so she decided to head back to her motel room. There wouldn't be any way to track him down now.

Jessie stumbled into her motel room, ripping off her jacket hastily, before she even closed the door. She grabbed her dufflebag, which was on the couch, and dug around until she found her medical kit. She cleaned her wounds, stitched them up, then bandaged them. Once she felt better, she was going to grab a bite to eat, but her arm was throbbing painfully, so she had a couple of shots of vodka, then laid down in bed, falling asleep quickly.

A/N: I know, it's a small chapter to begin with, but it's sorta like a teaser. For the die-hard fans, just know I've only been a fan for just over a year and haven't even seen every episode. I've seen seasons 1-4 and only a couple in 5, before I understood what was going on and maybe half of season 6. This is my own little piece of the show, so to speak and I can't say who will or won't appear, just know I won't be delving into any angel/god stuff, at least not in the beginning.

I will update again very soon.

Thanks for reading!