A/N: So this is my first ever fanfiction i've actually put on the internet and allowed the light of day, i hope you enjoy it and feedback would be awesome and i will love you forever if you do.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters and stuff are not mine im just playing with them for a while.

Chapter 1:

"Man I don't know about this, there could be a whole nest in there." Sam said pointedly at Dean who was shovelling pie in his mouth. "Seriously Sammy? Come on! There's no evidence of more than two vamps, we can take 'em man." Looking away, disgusted by whatever the pie filling that was dripping down Dean's chin this time, Sam looked out onto the quiet street that ran alongside the dim diner. Nothing about this dull, grey town suggested brutal murders by a couple of psychotic rogue vampires, but then again most of them didn't. The wind scattered crispy brown leaves around the street in a whirlwind, occasionally being stepped on with a satisfying crunch by a young child, or chased by an excitable dog and grufruntzeled owner. Either way those leaves were the most excitable thing happening outside the fogging windows of the diner, so he watched them, fluttering around, getting stuck on the pavement curb, or flying into the surprised face of a miserable businessman hurrying his way out of the cold wind, or under the biker boot of a small Asian woman. Who, was staring right at him. Sam turned his head hurriedly keeping his eyes on the slight woman, who was now briskly walking away. "Sammy!" Dean snapped his fingers in front of his face looking for any kind of response. "Come on we gotta go dude." He said slapping a twenty down on the table and pulling Sam out the door.

"Dean im not just gonna go in there all guns blazing alright I want to be careful about this, we don't know much."

"Yeah and whose fault was that? You killed the only survivor of the attacks"

"Accidentally!"

"Yeah whatever. Look I don't want to spend any more time here than I have to, so lets do two more days research, tops, then if we still haven't found anything more we go in regardless ok?"

"Fine." Sam breathed, flicking some unruly hair out of his face as he turned to look out of the impala's window at the blurry scenery.

Back in their dingy motel room armed with a phone, laptop and a beer, Sam got to work looking into the more bloody-than-usual vamp attacks.

"Hey Dean, get this, in the crime scene photos there are always three sets of footprints right?" the taller brother asked wearily.

"Yeah so? We already knew that."

"Well, look" he said pointing to the screen, "the footprints in the blood and dust, two of them are close together, one all scraped along the floor; like in a struggle yeah?"

"Yeah, the victim and Count Dracula, so what?" Dean squinted.

"But the third set is always off to the side, always at the other side of the room, not only that but always next to a window or under a bright light"

"Well vamps don't see well in bright light so what, they just had an audience member looking in just for kicks?"

"Maybe, either way we gotta see if we can catch them so we can ask them what's going on, and if they have anything to do with it."

Dean raised his eyebrows at him, "So how are we gonna do that exactly?" Sam shrugged, "Scope the vamps place out, I mean we already know where he is now, it's worth a shot." Dean sighed and cracked open another beer, " but Sammy what if someone else dies tonight what are we gonna do, eat popcorn with the kinky son of a bitch just watching along for their jollies?"

"Of course not, but like I keep saying we don't know what we're up against, it could be a new vampire and its parent, or an experienced one and a little demon friend. We don't know so we have to be careful Dean."

"Careful" dean spluttered, "When have we ever been careful?"

"Exactly and look where that's got us in the past." Sam said quietly, shutting his laptop. He looked up at his older brother expectedly.

"Fine." Dean huffed falling onto his own creaky bed.

"Night bro."

"Shut up Sammy."

The Impala purred into the quiet suburban street, cruising along until it growled to a stop two houses back from the vampire's house. "Nice" Dean whistled spying the dark 1969 Ferrari parked in front of them. Sammy nodded in a non-committal way staring at the vampire's house. The lights flickered on in the front room; the outline of a small slim human staying still as the vampire looked around obviously confused tightening its grip on its victim. "Well that's weird" Dean coughed. Sam nodded curiously never tearing his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of them. Suddenly the small human figure darted out from underneath its safety light and launched itself at the vampire. With wide eyes the two brothers scrambled out of the car, grabbed their weapons and sped towards the house. Kicking down the door they ran into the front room to see a small Asian woman clinging to the vampires back clawing at its eyes.

"Don't bloody help then!" she screamed at the brothers standing dumb struck in the doorway. Sam and Dean jumped into action. Sam went to the young boy crying on the floor cradling his gushing wounds, picked him up and carried him out of harms way. Quickly tying a tourniquet around the boy's arm and telling him to hold his jacket to his neck to stop the bleeding as he shoved him out the doorway into the general direction of a neighbour's house. Quickly closing the door Sam returned to the living room. The vampire was backed into a corner hissing at Dean and the woman, he had a panicked look on his face as he looked around, suddenly he grew calm and half smiled at the woman. "So it was you, all those times, disrupting my feeds making them quicker than they had to be. Clever. Hiding under the veil of light, you shouldn't have messed with me little girl, I can make you pay." The vampire spat glaring at the woman he turned his dark eyes towards Sam standing in the doorway, "Scared mate? Of little old me?" he sniggered. "Pretty ballsy talk for something soon to be without the ability to speak." Dean said tightening his grip on the machete he carried. The vampire smiled stepping toward them. " Seems she's not the only clever one eh?" snarked the vamp as he walked closer to Dean eyeing him up, like a piece of meat. Licking his dark lips he stopped an inch away from Deans face. "So pretty, shame really." He whispered. Dean pursed his lips and thrust his machete up into the vampires pot bellied stomach. "Oh, you could've just said not interested mate," the vampire coughed doubled over. "Won't do much good though," he spluttered. "Yeah? Well maybe this will" the small woman reached up her sleeve and produced a thin razor like wire wrapping it round the vampire's thick neck and squeezing. Hard. The vampire struggled, his dark eyes bulging. Sam and Dean hurried to restrain him as the woman loosened the wire then tugged with all her might. The vampire's head tore away from his neck with a sickening rip and blood-curdling scream landing next to Sam's foot. Kicking it away he stood up. Looking at the woman he realised it was the same woman he'd seen outside the diner earlier that day.

"Hi im Sam." He held a hand out toward the tiny woman. She looked up at him. She had big dark wary eyes that eyed him up suspiciously; her already tiny body seemed to shrink away from him and Dean before correcting itself into a confident pose. She wore a short black dress covered by a hazel knit jumper and a form fitting leather jacket. Her warm tanned skin had shadows cast by various white scars across her face, which was mostly hidden by her thick, straight, black hair. She looked between Sam and Dean, looking them up and down in turn before finally meeting Sam's hand, her petite, soft hand engulfed by his huge, calloused one.

"I'm Lani"