Title: Night of the Hunters
Rating: T just to be safe
No Spoilers
Warning: Language and violence later on
Summary: Alex Guerrero was born and raised in the world of hunters and became a warrior. All the things her mother taught her couldn't prepare her when she eventually met up with the Winchester boys under some hard circumstances.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine and will never be, no matter how many times I wish at 11:11.
The sound of her feet dragging on the floor was one of the few sounds left in the cabin. As she made her wounded body towards the front of the house, she took a look at the blood stained walls, blood sliding slowly down them, eventually ending up in a puddle on the floor. Both hers and...its. She reached up and wiped blood off her glasses, wondering if it was hers or not. The cabin was silent, a complete polar opposite from what it was moments earlier. Sounds of her yelling, it howling and snarling at her. Them both battling it out for the main prize-survival. She gripped the gun in her hand tightly. Nothing a few silver bullets can't handle. She pulled the cabin door open slowly. The moonlight shining on the meadow, wind slowly making the reeds near the river sway back and forth. She looks around quickly, having her senses keen to her surroundings. She makes sure the coast is clear before breathing in a sigh of relief. Though it was the reason she had to do this hunt so quickly, she takes in the sight of the full moon overhead, looking at the craters through the dried stains on her glasses. She pictured the moon reflecting off her glasses and eventually, the violet colored pools in her eyes. Making her way towards her car, a sudden breeze makers her hair whip around and caress the left side of her face. The moonlight was disturbed by a rolling cloud. In the distance, a howl rang through the air, making the hair on her neck stand straight up like needles. Squeezing the but of her gun, she counted how many bullets were left in the chamber of her caliber pistol. She quickly scanned the forest around her, eyeing the treeline for any movement or a pair of yellow eyes glairing back at her. After the howl, a few more howls filled the air. Deducting that it was a pack of coyotes, she gets up from her crouching position and makes her way to her car. Opening the trunk, she reaches in and removes the carpet and lifts open the lid to the secret compartment in her trunk. The rolling clouds move away from the moon, making the moonlight cascade and reflect off the various weapons ranging from rosaries in holy water fulles jars to a double barrel shotgun resting next to a machete all gleaming in the night. Grabbing her gun, she reaches for the corrisponding ammo box and releases the magazine. Opening the box, she loads the gun with silver bullits until its fully loaded. She places the gun next to her Beretta and her 357 magnum. Closing the compartment, she slams the trunk close and walks around to the drivers side door of her silver Dodge Charger. Climbing into the drivers seat, she ignites the cars engine, the low rumbles echoing in the meadow. She turns on the radio and hums along to the current song playing on the local rock radio station. Pulling away from the cabin, she looks at it once more from her rearview mirror. Taking out her phone, her eyes dont leave the road as she hits the redial button and puts the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?" a tired rough voice answered.
"Job's done" she answered shortly as she turned on to the concrete road, dust plooming behind her, eventually settling back on the dirt road.
"You don't know how much this means to my people Alexandria" the voice replied, sounding more alert now.
"Jake, you saved my mother from a werewolf once, its my turn to return the favor. It's the least i can do. " she said, stiffling a yawn. She checked the car's clock and winced as it read 2:30 am.
"You could have gotten hurt. You are alright though...right?" she smiled at the man's caring personality she remembered him having since she was a teen.
"Yeah I'm good. It got me a couple times but I got it" she said, a smirk crossing her face.
"Getting sloppy there kid" Jake said, chuckling to himself.
"I could have let that thing just keep terrorizing the reservation ya know? Gotten myself a hamburger instead" she said as she passed a sign reading "Now leaving the Yankton Siox Tribe Reservation".
"No you wouldn't...you care too much" Jake said, knowing it was true. She remembered her mother teaching her to care for things, nature, animals...herself.
"True" she said, sighing as she saw a sign showing she was still a good 100 miles away from her crappy motel she called home for a few days.
"Thank you Alexandria, we appreciate it.." Jake said.
"No problem...except there's one thing i have to ask of you"
"Yeah? What is it?" Jake said, confused.
"It's Alex" she said with a smile, one Jake could surely notice before she hung up. She pressed her foot down, the car's engine roaring to life as she sped down the road.
Author's Note: So I'm sorry to you guys who've favorited my other fic but i just lost interest in the wrestling universe. Im in a hunter'verse now. :) . I feel as iff i tried to continue WAOMAH, it wouldnt have the same passion i used to have in it. So im going to try out a new catagory and this catagory in Supernatural. Dont worry, my lovely Alex will meet the Winchester Boys soon...i promise :)
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Mucho Amor~~ Vivi
