Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Fresh Blood

Dean led them through the abandoned warehouse as they searched for any sign of her. Another vampire job; the few lucky people who had actually seen the thing described her as a young blonde woman with a vicious set of teeth. She'd already had quite a head count and it was time to take her down. They stopped when they found a man bleeding from his neck on the ground.

Kayla knelt down and took off her jacket. "I'll help him, go after her." She pressed the fabric to his wound. "It's ok sir, don't worry." There wasn't a lot of blood, they must have interrupted her when they broke in. He could still be saved.

Dean jogged down the hall with Sam following; they didn't hear anything but the wound was too fresh. She had to be here. Dean rolled up his sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up." He made a cut along his arm with the knife and held it in the air as the blood dripped down.

"I am so telling Kayla you did that."

He smirked and yelled for the vampire. "You smell that?! Smells good huh?"

She came out of the shadows and walked towards him. Her mouth was still wet with blood from the man in the front.

"Yeah you like that huh? It tastes even better. Come on, come get me." He stood his ground as she pounced, Sam grabbed the back of her hair as she went to bite his brother and Dean stuck the needle into her neck. Instant incapacitation. She fell unconscious to the floor.

Sam shook his head. "Cutting it a little close huh?"

"Nah." He looked at the self inflicted wound on his arm. "Ow."

Kayla walked up behind them, of course the first thing she saw was the blood running down his arm. "She got you?"

He shot Sam a look and motioned to the vamp. "We need to get her tied up."

The effects didn't last long. By the time they got her secured in the chair she was waking up. She immediately started struggling to get free.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"So where's your nest?" Sam didn't waste any time.

"My what?"

"Your nest, where you and all your blood-sucking buddies hang out."

"I don't know what you're talking about, please let me go I don't feel good."

"What, you overeat?"

"What? No, I took something. Please I'm telling you the truth."

Sam looked at her a moment, trying to read if she was faking it. "You took something?"

"I just want to come down, I can't come down."

They exchanged looks and Sam switched gears. "What's your name?"

"Lucy."

"Alright, Lucy. Tell us what happened, and we'll let you go."

Lucy told them a unique but believable story, about a man in a club offering the best drug she'd ever had. Eager for her next high, she agreed to try this 'drug' she'd never done before, and drank the thick red drops he mixed into her drink. After that she got hungry, starving, and went to look for food. She didn't believe she actually killed anyone, she thought she was hallucinating. Her symptoms were very real; the enhanced senses of smell and hearing, the sensitivity to light, the girl had been turned. As much as it wasn't her fault, Dean had to kill her.