Last One Standing

Darkness loomed over the dusty Nevada skyline. A certain radiance could be seen as the oranges and pinks, bright and plentiful on one side faded into nothingness on the other, but Rose Medina couldn't stop to appreciate the beauty of it. Nighttime was coming and with every second it approached her excitement ran higher. Just a few more preparations were left.

Rose climbed to the top of the bell tower. Looking over all of Crystal Bay, she could already see the first few contenders skulking around in the shadows. The last few rays of light dipped past the horizon and she gripped her machete tight. She leaned out on the edge of the scaffolding and waited without making a sound as four completely normal looking humans approached the entrance of the church. One of them, perhaps the leader began to speak and rose held her breath, that she might hear better.

"I can smell her. She must be in there somewhere."

"Then what are we waiting for Damien? Let's get her!" interjected another.

"No, we have to be careful. I know you haven't forgotten how many of us she killed already. The baby hunter has some talent. We wait here for the rest of the group and then go in from all sides together. You two go round back and make sure-"

Rose leapt from the tower, fell atop one of the vampires and sliced his head clean off in a single move. The others took a step back in horror as her piercing look found their eyes. Not an ounce of fear permeated her gaze. There was no room for it among the hate and rage. Rose charged at Damien next. Kill the leader, scatter the troops, right? He ducked as the blade barely missed slicing off some hair. Flash, flash, flash. In the darkness the glint of metal danced like fire. Rose was fast. Almost as fast as them. Almost.

Damien caught her hand and the handle of the machete on her next swing. He spun her around and wrapped the other arm around her. "You shouldn't just run up and swing that at me little girl. I wont die that easy." With both arms restrained Rose bucked and kicked, but Damien's grip was tight. He laughed and as he smelled the side of her neck a shiver went down his spine and his fangs shot out. "Darling you smell absolutely delicious."

Just as the fangs were about to sink into her neck, Rose pulled a water balloon filled with dead man's blood and shoved it right in Damien's mouth. He yelled out like a wounded dog and dropped Rose on the ground.

There wasn't a second to think, Rose picked up her machete and charged the other two vamps. The first went down easy, but the second was ready for her. He put up just enough of a fight. As Rose cut off its head, 30 more vampires poured into the yard, in front of the church.

She was surrounded, too worked up to realize that she should have hidden in the church and picked them off one by one. Now it was too late.

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Damien, coughing and stumbling over, began to laugh. "All of that kickin and swingin and what? I guess that's all you got. " He kicked the machete out of her hand but as it clattered to the floor, another drop was heard. It was the sound of a vampire falling to his knees. The head rolled to a stop and the rest of the vamps turned to look. "What is this?" Damien yelled. She had been working alone. All this time, could it be she had an accomplice?
Just then another head left its shoulders. And then another and another. The vampires that remained began to hiss and crouch and run around. It was chaos. Vamps were running in every direction, but no matter where they ran their bloodless throats were cut and they died.

Damien grabbed Rose and held the machete to her throat. "Whoever the fuck that is, get out of my town, or I kill this little bitch right now."

The air became silent. He was the only vampire left. This realization hit Damien like a punch in the gut. He was the only one left. He pressed the blade a little harder against Rose's neck. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" He yelled into the night. It was dark now but that didn't matter to Damien, he could see as plain as day. His eyes jumped all around the yard, from cover to cover and body to body, but no one was there. Damien was truly scared now. How is this even possible?

Just then, from behind a tree, walked an older man with silver hair. A dark blue pinstriped suit ruffled slightly when he stepped and as he approached, the patter of his cane grew ever louder. The handle glinted in the light of the only street lamp nearby revealing a crest of twin rifles forming an X.

Instantly, Damien recognized the limping figure. "Samuel fucking Winchester. I thought you retired. Were my babies makin enough of a fuss to bring the legend himself to my doorstep?"

Sam smiled. He continued to approach for just a few more steps before he said, "If I was hunting, you wouldn't have had time to ask me that."

Damien gritted his teeth, "If you don't leave right now I'll cut her throat, I swear i-" but before he could finish his sentence, he felt a brushing feeling against his own neck. It was like the kiss of a sudden breeze against his hair and suddenly, the gravity gave way and his whole body fell towards the earth.

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"It was my kids against yours Damien, and it looks like they won," said Sam as Rose fell onto her hands and knees. She was in disbelief. She was a goner, she knew it and somehow she was still alive, still breathing. When she lifted her head she saw two people materialize out of thin air. They looked like teenagers, a boy and a younger girl. The girl spoke, "So, did we pass your test?"

Sam put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Charlie, Bobby, you both pass. You're both officially legacies."

The boy spoke this time, "These guys were a piece of cake. You should have given us a harder test."

Sam turned his attention to Rose. "Miss, are you ok?"

"Im… okay." Rose didn't know what to think.

"My name is Sam Winchester, whats yours?" Sam reached out his hand to help her up. Rose took it and despite Sam's seemingly weak appearance, he lifted her up with ease. Muscles showed through the fit of his suit.

"My name is Rose" she said looking up at Sam's chestnut eyes. His hair flicked slightly from the wind. She could tell he must have been handsome in his day.

"Rose, I run a school for gifted youngsters. Those that have nowhere else to go, and I think you will be right at home there."

Rose was quiet. She didn't know what to say, but she could feel a change in the wind, and for once the night wasn't so full of terrors.