I had been a vampire for a while, since the 1800s. I had seen the world. I had seen the world change. War after war, change after change. And as the world changed, I changed too, not as drastic as my surroundings, but little by little as every little decade passed by. And even after all of that, there were still parts of the world that I didn't know. Things that would shock even me.

I knew there were werewolves, and witches. Hell, I was a witch myself, the only half vampire, half witch in existence. An impossible feat that no one could believe, and yet, still, I was. But this, this was something I would never believe to be true. Monsters were real, and not just the ones that I knew of. Things of myths and legends, things you would see in horror movies, were a reality. I was shocked to say the least, but what was even more shocking were the hunters.

As long as there have been monsters, there were hunters, and not just the vampire or witch hunters I had heard of over the years. There were people who actually devoted their lives to hunting these monsters and keeping the world safe from them. They were right there under my nose for years, and I never even realized it!


I sat there in the ratty motel room with the two brothers who had "saved" me from whatever monster they thought was after me. I was sipping on a cheap cup of gas station cappuccino as they went over some research in an old journal that belonged to their late father. Little did they know I was a monster too, or at least I used to be. I rarely killed humans anymore, only ones who really deserved it. It was mostly men, ones who beat up women, or rapists, guys like that. Mostly, I was a drinker of safely donated blood I took from hospitals and blood banks. Of course it wasn't the amazing fresh blood of a human, but it beat eating furry woodland creatures.

My friend Lexi saved me in the late 1800s. I had left a bloody trail behind me everywhere I went, and Lexi saved me from that life. She was my best friend, I hadn't seen her in years, but she was the most amazing person I had ever met in my life. Why? She helped me cope with my undead life. I was turned and left alone. I hated the man who turned me, and I swore if I ever found him, I'd drive a stake through his heart. I didn't ask for this life, but thanks to Lexi, I had become actually fairly proud of what I was.

I sighed to myself, it was boring waiting for the guys to figure out where this damn thing was so that we could kill it. It was rather exciting knowing I was going to get to come face to face with something I never even knew existed and killing it. Although, the waiting did have its perks, the guys were so fucking sexy. And I had a feeling they weren't getting rid of me anytime soon.

"Sam and Dean, right?" I said speaking up breaking the silence in the room.

"Yes?" the one with longer hair said in reply.

"How long does this whole research thing usually take? I'm dying of boredom here."

The other one laughed and tossed a book my way. I caught it in midair, causing an awfully impressed look on the guy's face. "Make yourself useful then," he said trying to suppress a laugh.

"By reading a book?" I replied, "You've got to be kidding me! Why don't we just go out and lure the damn thing out?"

The short haired one looked at the other with a grin on his face and whispered, "Now I really like her!" He thought I couldn't hear, obviously he was wrong.

"What was that?" I said with a bit of cockiness in my voice.

The other guy looked at me through narrowed eyes and said with curiosity, "Did you?"

"Did I what?" I asked innocently.

"Never mind," he replied. He turned at looked at his brother, "Leave her alone Dean, she's probably freaked out as it is."

Ah, so Dean was the one with the short hair, and Sam was the one with the long hair. I had to make note of that.

Dean sighed, "Maybe she's right, though. If anything we could use her as bait, she doesn't looked freaked out to me."

"Dean!" Sam said warning his brother.

"It's okay Sam," I replied, "I mean, I could be the bait, sounds fun. Just tell me, what exactly is it you're hunting?"

"A vampire," Sam replied, "or at least I think."

My stomach dropped, fuck. I wasn't being hunted by a monster, I was being hunted by the hunters. I had killed two people recently, one male, one female. I was just passing through town, but I got caught up when I had found them two. They had kidnapped a kid because of a drug deal gone bad and was about to kill it, I swooped in and saved her, compelled her, and sent her to the police. I thought I had cleaned up after myself, apparently I was wrong.

"Vampire?" I replied nervously.

"Nasty little sons-a-bitches," Dean replied, "they have a whole second set of teeth, fangs. Only way to kill them is to cut off their heads. The sun weakens them, but doesn't really burn them as the legends say. What does weaken them is dead man's blood."

My nervousness went away then, and I wanted to start laughing. Was he serious? They had a really messed up idea of a vampire. We definitely didn't have a second set of teeth, we died by shoving a sake thorough our hearts (or at least some of us), and we did burn in the sun, unless you had a special amulet. And dead man's blood? Are you fucking kidding me?

"So, vampire's are real?" I said, acting this time, trying to sound nervous. "Have you seen one before?"

"Seen em? We've killed quite a few of them," Dean replied.

I dropped the coffee out of my hand and yelled, "What?" Shit! That wasn't supposed to come out.

"You sound shocked," Sam replied, "Did you think we were crazy?"

"It happens all the time," Dean added.

"That is impossible!" I replied. "Vampires have two fangs. You kill them by shoving a stake in their heart. They burn in the sun! And the blood of dead people doesn't hurt them!"

"Someone's been watching too many vampire movies or reading too many books," Dean said with a laugh.

"Dean, I think she's serious," Sam said calmly, really looking at me with narrowed eyes.

Great, I just couldn't keep my mouth shut could I? "I have a confession to make," I said with a sigh. "I'm the vampire you're hunting. And I'm exactly how I described."

"That's impossible," Sam replied, his mouth a gape.

"Yeah, we met you in the sun!," Dean added.

I held up my hand and pointed to the lapis lazuli ring on my finger, "Sun protection ring. Not all of us know about them, just the lucky ones. A witch put a spell on it. I had it on when I woke up and fed after I was turned. The vampire that turned me turned me and let me. All I remember is his voice. I've been looking for him for years, so I could kill him for turning me into this.

"Don't get me wrong, I've come to accept what I am, but I still think he should be punished. I usually don't feed directly from humans, I usually feed from blood bags. Sometimes, I kill people though, but I have my reasons. I kill guys who abuse their wives and girlfriends, rapists, child abusers, murders, people who deserve to die. Just like the monsters you kill.

"I'm more like to two of you than you expect, and I swear I'm not a threat to you. I'm really sorry for all of this. And I'm really curious about these monsters and other vampires you guys talk about. I believe I could help you two. I'm really strong and fast and I'm a witch too! Well, not really, it's hard to describe. Witches aren't supposed to be vampires but I am, its really weird.

"Anyways, I think I would be a great asset to you two. So, what I'm really trying to say is...please let me come with you!"

I had got caught up in my story and became distracted. Sam had a makeshift stake in his hand and was coming towards me. I got up and kicked it out of his hand in the blink of the eye. He stood there looking at me in shock.

"That won't work on me," I said with satisfaction in my voice. "I tried many years ago, and the sun doesn't kill me, it just gives me terrible sun burn. I forgot to mention I'm not like the other vampires like me."

Sam didn't believe me, he had went for the stake again, and this time I let him do what he had intended to do. Sam came up and rammed the stake at my chest. The stake splintered and fell to the floor, leaving Sam standing in front of me with a jammed wrist and a wide open mouth.

"Told you so," I said smugly.

"You are so hot," Dean said staring at me with his mouth open too.

I giggled, "Thanks, so are you." I winked at him and then went and sat back on the bed. "Now, tell me, will you accept my offer? I have money too. Less shitty motel rooms, no bed bugs. I'm a fast learner, and I can fight. I went easy on you, Sam, I didn't want to hurt you. I can prove my strength if you don't believe me."

"I say yes," Dean said with a smile.

"Prove to me you are all that you say that you are, and I'll agree," Sam said.

"Fine," I said. I ran my fingers through my hair for theatricality and turned my hair from a light brownish red, to a dark brown with a bit of platinum blonde highlights, something I had been meaning to do for days anyways. My hair went from being straight to having loose curls. I did a quick hair flip for a little more theatricality.

"Okay, you can come," Sam replied with a smile, obviously impressed.

I squealed and clapped, "You won't regret it! I promise! This is going to be great! Three people on the road hunting for monsters! Oh, and now that you know of my kind, we can work on your staking skills. You were a little off on our positioning. You're strength is impressive, though, both of you."

"One more thing," Sam said.

"Sure, anything," I replied.

"Show us how strong you really are," he answered.

"Okay," I said, "Give me that fork." I pointed to the fork that sat by a few crumbs of a pie that Dean had eaten.

Sam tossed the fork to me and I caught it. I took the fork and folded it into pieces, then I ground it into metal pieces in my hand. I turned my hand over and let the tiny pieces fall to the floor. Sam and Dean both looked really impressed. I shrugged and sat back down on the bed.

"Can you shoot a gun?" Dean asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"And dead man's blood does nothing to you?" Sam added.

"Nothing but feed me," I replied.

"Anything that does hurt you?" he said.

"Vervain," I answered, "but only if I touch it. It used to hurt my by ingesting it, but an old friend taught me that taking in a little bit a day would make it safe to ingest. So, for the past few decades I've ingested vervain a little more every day. It hurts like a bitch going down, but its okay.

"Another thing, people who wear vervain on them can't be compelled. So, if we get around any other vampires I'll give some to the two of you, but until then you don't have to worry. I won't compel you unless you do something really stupid."

"So how old are you?" Sam asked, sitting back down, obviously more relaxed than before.

I giggled, "Haven't you been taught its rude to ask someone their age?"

"Sorry," Sam said, blushing.

I laughed, "Don't worry about it. I was born in the early 1800s, turned in my very early twenties."

"So you were around during the Civil War?" Sam asked, intrigued.

"I was," I replied.

"Don't be such a nerd, Sammy," Dean said.

I giggled again, "It's cool, really. I've been around for a lot of wars, obviously. Even did some time as a nurse during World War II. Wars always draw in vampires, easy pickings you know. I saved a few lives, actually, never turned anyone luckily. I forgot to mention vampire blood can heal humans, but if a human dies with vampire blood in their system, they begin transition. One must feed on human blood to complete the transition."

"So, the guy that turned you killed you?" Sam asked sympathetically.

"Yes, and made sure I fed. He wanted to be sure I became a vampire. He told me he had to leave me though and that he was sorry. He told me he'd find me one day. I don't know if he gave up or what."

"What a dick," Dean added.

"Oh well," I said, "I'm a vampire now, and I am cool with it."

"What was it like?" Sam asked.

"Turning? Or killing?" I replied.

"Both," he whispered.

"It was quick, he snapped my neck. No pain, except a massive headache when I woke up. He made me feed, and I ended up killing the person I was feeding on. After that I couldn't get enough. I left a trail of bodies in my wake. A decade or so later, my best friend Lexi found me. She taught me how to control my urges. She taught me to feed on animals, but it didn't satisfy me. It made me weak, so I started feeding on humans again decades after that. I wouldn't kill innocents, only took enough to satisfy my thirst. I killed people who deserved it occasionally.

"Then, blood banks came into existence, and they had blood in hospitals. I started taking it using my powers, never had to step into a single hospital. Lexi ended up doing it too, but I haven't seen her in years. We run into each other every once in a while. I don't remember my actual birthday, but I do remember my turn day. Lexi finds me every five or so years and we celebrate it like my birthday. We've been to some epic concerts. She's very kind and funny. Last time I heard from her she was visiting another one of her saves, Stefan, for his birthday."

"She sounds like a really great person," Sam replied.

"She is," I smiled, "she really is."

"So, about those concerts..." Dean spoke up.

I laughed, "Wondering who I've seen, eh? I missed out on Elvis, sadly. I got to see the Beatles before Yoko fucked them up. I've seen AC/DC, Motley Crue, Ozzy, Poison, and Bon Jovi in that time. Saw the Spice Girls in the 90s, that was great. Saw Britney Spears before she fucked her life up. Christina Aguilera and Justin Timberlake when they were on tour together. Oh yeah, I was at Woodstock when Hendrix did the National Anthem."

"Wow!" Dean replied, looking like a kid in a candy store.

"I could really go on, but that would take days. How about we get out of this ratty motel room and go back to my hotel? I have a suite."

"That sounds great!" Dean exclaimed.

"Good, we can take your car, of course," I replied. "I haven't got one here yet."

"Let us pack up our things and we can go," Sam added.

"I'll be waiting in the car," I added.

Sam and Dean waved me away, and I went outside to Dean's Impala. I opened the passenger door and got in. Guess I forgot to say I called shotgun. I checked the clock on my phone, it was the late afternoon. It would be getting dark soon. No monsters to worry about tonight, only me, and I had some blood in the fridge at the hotel.

About ten minutes had passed. Dean was coming to the car while Sam went and checked out. When he saw me in the front I smiled and yelled out the window, "I call shotgun!" Dean laughed, then, went to the trunk and threw a few bags in. He came to the front and got in the passenger's seat beside me.

"Michelle, right?" he said, sparking a conversation.

"Yep," I replied.

"Sorry about what Sam did earlier. I guess he felt a bit threatened after you told us what you were. Don't take it personally."

I giggled, "I don't, its okay really. I probably would've done the same if I was in his position. I think he hurt his wrist, though. Think he'd let me give him some blood to heal it?"

"We're used to getting hurt. I, honestly, don't know if he'd do it or not, though. If it hurts bad enough, he probably will."

Sam had come out of the office, and made his way to the car. He got in the back seat and Dean started the car.

"How's the wrist buddy?" I said, turning around to look at Sam.

"Hurts like hell," he replied.

"Let me know if you need any blood. I'm terribly sorry you hurt yourself because of me. I feel terrible!"

"Don't worry about it," he replied, "Just a sprain."

"Yeah, a bad one," I added.

"I'll think about it," he said.

"You know, you're not a bad person, Michelle," Dean added.

I smiled, "Thanks. I can be, though, give me a reason to be."

Sam and Dean laughed, and I joined in. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.