Author's Note: Okay guys, so here's the deal. This is kind of a oneshot for now, hoping for it to become a flashback introduction into a longer story. This is sort of my replacement to Benny, and this particular part is their first meeting. Let me know if you like it, and if I get enough positive feedback I'll continue this story. Be gentle!
Sadly, I do not own anything recognized from Supernatural, but I do own Ryan. Enjoy guys!
Ryan ran for her life, she knew he was closing in on her. She swerved in and out of the trees, her long brown hair snagging on the branches. She was basically leaving him the perfect trail to follow, hair on branches, blood on the twigs that scratched at her as she pushed forward. The idea of climbing a tree was quickly shut down; she didn't want to corner herself just yet. The blood will attract others. She ran, light on her feet, and realized she could not hear his footsteps either. He was well experienced. Her hopes of survival plummeted. She froze instantly in her tracks, realizing she was no longer being followed. Her head snapped left, then right. She felt the bile rising in her throat, trying to force it down. Now was NOT the time to panic. She began to move slowly, step by step, listening for any tell-tale signs of an incoming attack. She froze. The body heat she felt told her he was right behind her, way to close for comfort. How could she let him get this close? He was good. Too good. He hadn't moved yet; they were at a standstill. If she could move fast enough, she could get the upper hand. Something told her that wouldn't happen. She put her hands up to slowly turn around, showing she meant no harm. Yet. How could this happen to her? She was going to die, by a human, in purgatory. Seriously? With the failure of Plan A, it was on to Plan B. Turn up the charm.
As she faced him, she smiled at him. He actually wasn't bad looking. Stocky build, nice muscled body, short dirty-blonde hair, and those eyes. Those jade-green eyes. They'd be beautiful if they didn't look so dead, so murderous. A second glance towards his face made her realize he was assessing his opponent as well.
"So sugar, got a name?" she questioned, trying for nonchalance.
"We really gonna go for pleasantries here, or can I just get to the killing you part?"
"Whoa there cowboy, where's the rush? I haven't made a move to kill you. Why not show me the same courtesy, huh?" she replied with that sly smirk of hers. His lips twitched into what she thought could be a smile, if it was given a chance to grow.
"See? I could be great company cowboy, I have no intentions of hurting the only human in purgatory," she said with that same smirk.
"You want to tell me why you've been following me? I mean, if you aren't trying to kill me..."
"What, can't a vampire be curious? We're not always out for a kill, cowboy." Dean looked for any signs of trickery or an attack. Her 5'8" frame was only slightly tense from the confrontation, but no muscles seemed to be tensed up for an attack. She was standing in the defensive. He searched her face next. Those big brown eyes were guarded, she was definitely hiding something.
"Curiosity, right. You're gonna have to do better than that princess," he bit out. She shifted from one foot to another. Good, he made her uncomfortable. Then her eyes narrowed…okay maybe he didn't.
"Watch it cowboy. I don't like your tone."
"I'm not scared princess, you should know that. Who was chasing who, huh?"
"Seriously cowboy, you like pissing people off? Is that like a personality disorder of yours or do you just get off on hurting a girl's feelings?" Suddenly, she was pinned against the tree before she even had time to react. She had gotten to comfortable, and now she was going to die. He was so close; all she could see were those empty eyes. She had started to see life break its way into those eyes, but now all traces were gone. She had pushed it too far; she never really knew when to shut up.
"Shut up. A girl? Don't even try to humanize yourself, you filthy monster," he sneered. She could feel his breath on her, and his words hit her hard. She couldn't think straight, and it took her a minute to assess the situation. Her eyes narrowed into a glare.
"I'm the monster? Who's the one covered in blood? Who's enjoying the kill a little too much? Huh?" she screamed in his face. He gave her a hard shove into the tree. "Don't," she whispered with that deathly glare on her face. "Don't you DARE call me a filthy monster. You don't know me, and you don't know my story. So back the hell off." Her quietness was unsettling, and Dean knew he was pushing his luck.
"You're in purgatory, that's good enough for me," he replied.
"So are you. Guess we're monsters together cowboy," she said with a wink and a sly smile, although the smile didn't quite make it to her eyes.
There it is guys! Sorry, it's kind of short but right now it's just an idea up in this noggin of mine! Let me know what you think, and if you want this story to continue let me know where you want to see it go! Thanks so much!
