Obvious Disclaimer: The Characters Dean and Sam Winchester do not belong to me. Neither does the universe they live in. All I claim are Ace and her experiences.
A/N: I've gone back and re-written this one. Fixed grammatical errors (sort of) and spelling. And also changed a few details to make more sense. Enjoy!
(Read at your own risk!)
Seattle, Washington...
I'd been travelling with them for a month. And I'd been learning all I could from Sam and Dean, although both were reluctant teachers. Neither of them seemed to mind help with research, but until now they'd drawn the line at the actual hunting portion of the job.
Something had changed their mind though, finally
We'd just finished ridding a local family of a nasty poltergeist. My first real hunt. And Sam and I, well I thought it up, but Sam went along with it. Anyway, we decided a victory dinner was called for.
"This is gonna be sweet!" I gushed, pulling a bag full of steaks from the backseat. Sam smiled, hefting a bag of potatoes and a twelve pack of PBR.
"Yeah, this was a great idea. We don't really do this kind of thing very often." he said, nudging the door shut. I didn't say anything, by now I was used to their deprived lifestyle.
With our hands full of groceries we walked up the small path to the cabin-style motel room. Sam juggled for the keys and managed to open the door without dropping anything.
I kicked it shut behind me and dropped the plastic grocery bags in the kitchenette, going back to lock up. Dean was in the shower when we'd walked in and now I heard the water shut off.
"Hey Sam, that you?" he called, and I glanced at Sam with a shrewd smile. As if he didn't know his little brother's footsteps by now.
"Yeah Dean, it's me." he replied, in a "who the hell else would it be" tone of voice.
There was a pause and I frowned, usually he would have cracked a joke by now. Something about us being gone for more than five minutes, alone with each other.
"Did you ditch the girl?" he asked.
No, demanded.
I froze, my hand on the deadbolt, the bottom dropped out of my stomach and ice cascaded down my back.
"Dean!" Sam shouted, appalled. The bathroom door opened.
"What? She had to go Sam. We-" he stopped, I glanced at him. He was staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at me. Surprised.
"So, that's how it is." I said quietly, and reached for the door handle.
"Ace." Sam murmured, reaching to stop me. I shook my head, ripping the door open so fast the chain-latch snapped.
"Forget it." I spat, refusing to look back as I crossed the threshold. I slammed the door behind me and took off at a dead run, surprised to find myself crying.
I didn't get very far, unfortunately.
I'd gone about thirty yards when something crashed into me from the side, sending me tumbling to the ground. I felt blood trickling down my arm and tried to cover the gash. Sitting up, I glanced around, wishing I'd thought to grab my knife before I stormed out.
"Show yourself!" I snarled, not sounding quite as menacing as I'd hoped. Something cackled in the darkness to my right, and a woman walked forward into the light of a streetlamp. As she passed underneath it, her eyes flashed, reflecting the light across their surface.
"Vampire." I mused, narrowing my eyes. She grinned, shark-like teeth gleaming.
"Gee, nothing gets by you, does it?" she sneered, walking a predatory circle around me.
Apparently not, I thought watching her carefully, I would have known they wanted me gone if that were true.
"What do you want?" I asked, and realized I sounded a bit uninterested.
Great idea, piss off the creature five times stronger than you, with no qualms about crushing your skull. Idiot!
She looked offended, but answered anyway, sending ice through my veins.
"Revenge."
I came-to somewhere cold and damp. A small fluorescent bulb buzzed overhead, creating a tiny circle of light surrounded by darkness. I was underground, I guessed.
The vampire had knocked me out, more than likely this was her den. Or part of it anyway. I was tied up, hanging from the ceiling by my wrists. My feet just barely touched the ground. It felt like the gash on my arm had stopped bleeding, but the way I was stretching didn't feel too great. I allowed myself a piteous moan and looked around.
"Ah, you're awake." The vamp purred as she walked up from the shadows, something she apparently enjoyed doing.
"So what's your plan, huh? Use me to draw out the boys?" I demanded, twisting my hands in the rope. She smiled, letting out a laugh that gave me chills.
"You are a sharp one. And don't bother, that rope won't budge." She said, feigning surprise and then lapsing into a bored tone.
"Yes, that's my plan. And when they come to save you, like all good little heroes do, I'll take them apart." She grinned, examining her clawed fingernails.
"And...what about me?" I asked hesitantly, genuine fear making a last minute appearance. She glanced at me and struck in a flash. I screamed, her claws left four long gashes in my side. The pain took me off guard and I struggled to keep down a sob, my breath shuddering in ragged whimpers.
"The longer they wait, the worse it will be." she purred maliciously. I let my head fall back, hiding a tear from her.
"How do they even know to look for me?" I asked, my voice cracking. She dug her clawed fingers into my thigh, and I bit back a cry, my head whipping forward.
"Oh they'll know." she said, holding up something silver. My eyes widened and I glanced to my bare wrist and back again. She held my bracelet, the last thing my mother had given me. An almost undetectable shiver ran up my spine. Blood stained the little wolf, turning one of the emeralds a dirty brown color.
She dropped it into a small envelope and licked the glue, sealing it with care. Then, with one blood-drenched claw, she carefully wrote 'To Sam and Dean Winchester' in lacy cursive.
"Well, I suppose I should get this to them, huh? What with you bleeding everywhere." she said grinning coldly, then she twirled around and started away, licking her fingers.
I bit my lip, fighting fresh tears. They wouldn't come for me. Sam maybe, but Dean? He wanted me gone. Why would he be bothered?