The night sky glittered with a thousand stars. Elizabeth wasn't used to seeing so many stars and it was at that moment, looking up at the tiny diamonds, that she decided she didn't want to go home. It was so peaceful here and there was no office work, relationship drama, or people making her feel like she was useless. It was just … peaceful.
She stretched out on the hood of her car, it was an old rust bucket that she inherited when her grandmother died. It had seen her through a lot: her first date, graduation, her first two years of university, and many breakups. It was always there as a token of her grandmother. She had insisted Elizabeth take the car because, as her grandmother put it, she was the most responsible of the grandchildren.
Elizabeth smiled at the thought and sighed. Hopping off the hood, she took one last look at the stars before turning to head to the trunk. She opened the back and shifted the false bottom to reveal an array of weapons. Over the years she had collected many artifacts and charms, which were stashed in the trunk with her holy water, guns, and knives. She was not what most would consider an organized person in most areas of her life, but in this, she was meticulous. Nothing was worse than reaching for a weapon and no knowing where it was while time slipped away. Especially when people were in danger and time was of the essence.
She grabbed her handgun and made sure there were bullets in it. They would not do much for her tonight, but it was always good to keep, just in case. Satisfied that she had extra protection, she placed the gun in her waistband behind her and covered it with her jacket. Might as well keep it hidden for as long as possible. She gingerly grabbed a silver knife and held it in her hands, admiring the craftmanship. Silver would help her with most things and again, it was good to have just in case. She tucked the blade into her right boot, making sure it did not fall out and covered it, pulling her jeans over the top of her boots. She also, grabbed two syringes filled with red liquid and placed them in her left pocket.
She scanned her trunk for the thing she needed most right now. She never could get over how beautiful her 18" serrated machete looked and how it felt in her hand. She smiled at it as she held it up. "Hi there, sweetpea." She crooned to it in her slightly Southern accent. Honestly, if someone from her normal life were to see the effect that blades, and guns had on her, they would probably lock her up.
Chuckling to herself, she strapped the blade to her leg in its holster. No use carrying it all the way to the house. Taking a swig of water that she knew she needed, Elizabeth started walking north to the house, ready for a fight. She pulled her red hair up into a ponytail as she walked. Pulling the band tight in her hair, she let her hair cascade down her back, making it swing back and forth as she walked. It was always better to have her hair up on hunts because there was just too much movement to keep worrying about it getting into her face.
She kept to the shadows as she walked down the path to the house. Honesty, the walk was just getting her pumped up for what she was about to do. Not to mention, a car would make her presence known, so she decided against driving here. As she approached the house, she crouched down in the tall grass. The sun was starting to rise, and she knew her moment was coming soon. She tried to see something, anything really, that would indicate that the monsters were still inside. She glanced at the tree line on the other side of the house and saw a flash of chrome. Squinting, she made out the shape of a car. She could see it was black and she instantly recognized the car. Sighing, she shook her head. 'I knew those two would be here. Why am I even surprised?' She thought to herself.
Moving slow, she decided it was as good a time as any to get the job done. Making her way to the house, she made sure to stay low, so no one would see her. She peeked through one of the windows, when she reached the back of the house and her heart almost stopped. There were three of them that she could see. She was not expecting that, but what made her stop was two familiar figured sitting in chairs.
Sam and Dean were tied up and she could see they were trying to get free by the subtle way they shifted their shoulders. To anyone else, it would look like they were trying to stretch out their shoulders, but she knew they were trying to get out of the binds. They looked like they tried to go in guns blazing and got into quite the fight. There was blood trickling down Sam's right eyebrow and Dean had a busted lip. She knew there were probably bruises from the fight that she couldn't see.
She knew that she had to get at least one of the creatures alone to be able to have a chance. Taking a deep breath and cursing herself for what she was about to do, she kicked the side of the house, announcing her presence. She ducked down behind the stairs and waited, unlatching her machete and getting ready for the fight.
A lone figure stepped out from the house and turned the corner looking around. He walked past her and stopped, smelling her scent. She jumped out from her hiding place as he turned around to see her. He opened his mouth revealing rows of jagged teeth and hissed at her. Before he could react, she brought the blade up, holding it in both hands, and swung. His head toppled to the floor before he could take a step. She stood for a second, shaking her head. 'Damn vampires' she thought.
She peeked through the window again to see what was happening. The boys were still trying to get out of their bonds while the two remaining vampires talked to each other. One had dark hair and looked to be in his early twenties. He was about three inches taller than her and not very intimidating. The other one was huge. He had to be over 6'2 and had muscles for days. He was going to be an issue. She smirked when she saw that they looked worried. 'That's right. Be scared.' She thought. She decided to try her plan again and kicked the side of the house.
Both vampires looked at the window, but Elizabeth crouched down before they could see her. She hid in her same spot for what seemed like forever. "Shit." She muttered to herself. She knew they were not falling for it, which meant she was going to have to fight both. She stood up from her place underneath the stairs and headed for the door. Might as well go in with a bang.
She kicked at the door, sending if flying open with a crack. Stepping in, she couldn't help it. She called out, "Honey, I'm home!" and headed into the main room. The shocked look from the boys was enough to make her laugh but before she could, the vamps started to move toward her. The dark haired one tried to grab her by the shoulders, teeth bared, but she stepped to the side and kicked at him, making him lose his balance. The bigger one came toward her and swung at her, only to hit the wall when she ducked down. She swung the blade up to meet his neck, but he caught her arm, squeezing it tightly. She kicked him in his knee, shocking him enough for him to let her arm go and topple to the ground.
She was grabbed from behind and she realized that she forgot about the other vamp. His arms wrapped around her, pinning her arms down. She snapped her head back, making pain shoot through her skull but also making the vampire lose his hold on her. Quickly spinning around, she swung the blade and his head toppled to the ground.
"Watch out!" She heard someone scream to her. Before she could react, there was pain shooting through her head as someone hit her. She fell to the ground and landed on her knees hard. A hand grabbed her shoulder and flipped her over, pushing her to the ground. He grabbed the machete out of her hand and threw it beyond her reach. It was the big vampire and he was pissed. His foot came down on her stomach, making her lose her breath and cry out.
"Dammit!" She heard Dean yell from across the room. She tried to get up and crawl away, but the vampire held her in place. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her toward him, baring his teeth.
"You killed my family, you bitch. Now I get to eat you. Then I get to kill them." He growled, nodding to the boys. Before she could do anything, he twisted her head to the right, brought his head down to her neck and she felt his teeth break through her skin. The pain was unbearable, and she screamed in agony. Thankfully, he didn't hold down her left arm and she was able to slip her hand inside her pocket. She felt around for the syringe and took the plastic cap off. Her vision was starting to go blurry when she jammed the needle into his side and pushed down on the plunger.
The vampire let her go and looked down on her. "Dead man's blood, you bastard." She sneered at him. He struggled to breathe for a second before falling on top of her. Shit, he was heavy. He knocked the wind out of her and she struggled to breathe. She wiggled under him slowly getting herself loose. He stayed on the ground, seemingly in a daze, while she reached her machete and picked it up. She sauntered over to him, and brought the blade down on his neck, sending blood spattering over her. She took a couple of deep breaths, steadying herself. She brought her hand up to her neck and it came away bloody. She was losing a lot of blood, but that didn't matter right then.
She turned to Sam and Dean, who were looking at her with mouths slightly open. "Hello, boys. Didja miss me?" She smiled at them.
"Dammit Lizzy, just get us out of here." Dean's voice was rough, and she could tell he didn't like the fact that she had saved them.
"Alright, I guess so." She said, exaggerating her words. She went over to Sam and cut him loose, then turned to Dean. She shook her head as she cut his bindings. "I thought you guys were better than this. How'd they get the drop on you anyway, and since when can't you get out of ropes?" She asked them.
"Well, we took down two of them and they just got the drop on us." Sam told her, almost ashamed. "As for the ropes, we would have gotten out eventually."
Dean was shaking out his arms, letting the blood flow back into them when he glanced at her. His face went from looking irritated to worried. His eyes focused on her neck and he cursed under his breath. He walked over to her in two long strides, which to be honest didn't surprise her, seeing as he was so damn tall. He took her face in his hands and looked her up and down. "You okay, Lizzy?" He asked in a rough voice. Always worried about her.
"Yeah, I'm good. Nothing a drink won't fix." She told him, trying to brush it off. She knew she lost a lot of blood, but she didn't want to come across as weak.
Dean just stared at her, shaking his head slightly. He reached around her head and took something from Sam. A rag, she noticed. She thought he was going to wipe his face with it, but she forgot that she had a hole in her neck. He pressed it to her neck and the pressure made her wince. "Keep pressure on that." He told her, like she didn't know. "Can't have you bleeding everywhere."
She rolled her eyes and turned to look at Sam only to find that he wasn't there. She furrowed her eyebrows and started to ask Dean where he was but Dean, of course knew what she was going to ask. "He went to go get your car. You're staying with us for a bit until we get you patched up." He told her, leaving no room for arguments. She sighed and decided to give into his requests. She knew once he and Sam decided they were going to protect her, there was nothing she could do.
She went to follow Dean out to the Impala, but she only took three steps when she lost her balance. She grabbed the wall to steady herself as Dean looked back. "Come on, you big baby." He told her, reaching to help her. "I got it." She snapped at him, trying to walk on her own again. She made it a few more steps when she got dizzy and had to stop.
"Yeah, sure you do." Dean mumbled and walked over to her. Before she could protest, she was in his arms and he was carrying her. Grumbling, she let him carry her to the Impala and set her down next to it. She sat down in the car and waited for him to climb in the driver's seat. 'Well, this is going to be fun.' She thought to herself.