A/N Welcome to my Supernatural fanfic, readers. I see everywhere fanfics about Sam and Dean and other characters, and well why wouldn't there be. They are both great characters and as such lots of people want to write about them. But I wondered, why hasn't someone written about the Hunters of the West, like Samuel Colt? I mean the character was popular enough that a spin off about him was in the works, so I would expect some stories about him. And yet I haven't seen one. Maybe I just didn't look hard enough or wasn't lucky enough to come across one, but as a result I wanted to write my own. Thus this fanfic was born. Disclaimer - Supernatural does not belong to me, nor does Samuel Colt or their interpretations on various supernatural creatures, but my OCs do.
Chapter 1: Sunrise
Sunrise, Wyoming 1848
The night's sky loomed over the town of Sunrise, full of glistening stars that brightly lit up the town streets. Yet still, there were plenty of dark areas in small gaps between buildings, which could even be classified as alleys. A cold, brisk breeze pushed through, so strong it almost sent a young woman that was wearing a rather large dress on a downward spiral to the ground. She managed to regain her footing but the wind blew her long, blond hair flying all around her head, masking her face from any on-lookers but also blocking her vision from where she was going.
Without realising she strayed too close to a small gap between a couple two-storey buildings and she also couldn't react in time to prevent herself from getting within reach for the waiting creature.
In a solid, rapid motion an arm appeared from the shadows and dragged her into the crevice between the buildings and pinned her up against the wall. She struggled but the arm holding her against the wall was just too strong. She opened her mouth to scream but a hand clamped itself in place and prevented any noise escaping her. Her hair slowly removed itself from her eyes, allowing her to see her attacker. His face was a pale white and he looked no older than twenty. But his eyes held a lot more to them than his face, they looked mysteriously older. His hair reached down to his shoulders and it was a jet black, but it was riddled with sweat, filth and grime.
"Such a pretty little thing!" He said to no one in particular and with a creepy hiss to his voice. The woman could smell his vile breath as he spoke. He bared his teeth in a wide grin and the sight of yellow rot seeped through. But quickly the visual changed as a set of pure white fangs descended. He started to quietly laugh as she began to writhe under his grip in a futile attempt to escape. He used his hand that was clamped tightly on her face to make her neck available to him. As her skin was revealed to him he opened his mouth wide and he leant in close to her.
She began crying as he neared and her tears rolled down from her tightly sealed eyelids. However, his approach halted as a silhouetted figure stepped into the light at the end of the alley and a deep voice emanated from it.
"If you want a strong drink I can direct you to the best bartender I know!"
The vampire looked up apprehensively towards the silhouette, and the man that it belonged to uttered another sentence
"He can make up a mean whiskey. Unlike any other whiskey you've tasted, believe me. Unless you prefer the sweet taste of a sarsaparilla." he called out mockingly
The vampire's fangs retracted and he released the woman from his intense grip, allowing her to run past the silhouetted man without so much as a glance.
"So, which way is it going to be? Run? Or fight?" The silhouette moved forward with bold and strong pacing until he was no longer a silhouette and he revealed himself to be the legendary hunter Samuel Colt.
The vampire decided to spin on it's axis and leap off in the opposite direction, going as fast as possible.
"Run it is then." Colt brushed aside his dirty, brown duster jacket and pulled out a rather long blade that was ever so slightly curved at the end. His hand covered the hilt but the presence of a white bandaging was evident directly over the handle. Mere seconds passed by, in which he broke off into a run as he began chasing down this night's hunt.
Colt chased the vampire through the back part of the town, which eventually led straight down to a swamp. It was only small but the water levels were high. The surrounding dirt was only a little higher than the water but the space for footing was thin, making it a tricky place to be if there was to be a physical confrontation. And with a hunt like this, there surely would be.
Colt steadied his footing as he entered the thin walk space and kept his feet far enough apart to keep his stance solid. His grip remained tight over the handle of his blade as he looked around for his prey.
Ripples were suddenly sent through the water as a disturbance was caused by the vampire rising up from the depths of the swamp. He leapt up from the murky waters and launched himself at Colt, who reacted by swinging his arms and grabbing the vampire in the air. Together they tumbled to the ground where they struggled with each other. The vampire violently tried to lower it's fangs towards Colt's neck whilst Colt held him at bay as much as possible using his right forearm. His left arm was currently fully extended and trying to grab hold of his sword as it had fallen a couple feet away from him. It was teetering on the edge of the dirt pile, close to falling into the dirty waters where it would descend straight to the bottom. He tried to grab hold of it but he also tried hard to avoid giving that final nudge that would succeed in sending it over the edge.
Soon enough though he had to stop trying for it as the vampire got a little too close to his neck. He brought his other arm and grabbed the back of the vampire's head, his fingers wrapped around the strands of hair at the back, before lifting it up and away from his own flesh. The vampire let out a large growl and forced his head back down, despite Colt's strength he couldn't hold up against the sheer weight of the creature on top of him, at least not with the continuous struggle going on.
However, such a struggle was alleviated when sporadically the vampire was sent flying off of Colt. At first he was surprised as to what had happened or why but then he understood as soon as he saw who was standing to his left. The tall figure to his side belonged to that of a burly man who weighed at least a couple hundred pounds. In proportion to his large body he also had a large head, on top of which no hair could be found. His dark brown eyes looked down at Colt and he offered a hand to lift him up on his feet. Colt extended his arm to accept the helping hand and soon enough he was standing tall next to his ally.
"Thank you Shane!" Colt exclaimed as he looked into the eyes of his ally. Shane nodded in response, evidently a man of few words, but then he pushed Colt aside as the vampire charged at them. Shane wrapped one of his large hands around the vampire's throat, an action that caused the vampire to be taken off his feet. Shane used the momentum to thrust the creature to the ground with brute force. Colt picked up his sword and walked calmly over to the vampire. Shane moved his hand down from the vampire's throat and instead held him down by the arms.
Colt bent down to the vampire's face and said "Your last moments on this Earth, anything you want to say?" He didn't really care about anything the vampire wanted to say but he wanted the vampire to wait for a few moments knowing he was about to die. The action itself was quite sadistic, but Colt was no sadist. He just felt it necessary to torture this particular creature given the nature of it's existence and how it survived by feeding off of others in the way it did.
"Go to hell!" Was all it spat out at Colt
"Maybe, but you'll have to let me know what it's like first." Before the vampire could react Colt rapidly stood up and swung his sword downwards, slashing at the creature's neck line. Within seconds the head was severed and it rolled away before dropping down into the dirt filled waters. Shane let go of the creature's now lifeless corpse and he too stood up straight. In terms of height as well as build he towered over Colt with ease and so as they stood next to each other Colt had to crane his neck upwards to look at Shane properly.
Colt waved his arm to signal what to do with the body and so Shane move over to the other side before lashing his leg out to kick the body into the waters, where it would come to rest alongside the head. A small pool of blood was all that remained, in immediate view, of the hunt they had just undertaken and Colt mixed it in with the mud and dirt that surrounded it. After he was done the only way to detect the presence of blood would be a form of technology that was yet to be created. Plus, the way he figured it no one had any reason to come down to the swamp and look around anyway. He had never heard of anyone being down here, at least not people that were human. And anything else that was inhuman, he hunted.
He checked around him to make sure the evidence was all gone just in case though and when satisfied that all was okay he turned to Shane and once again craned his neck to look at him directly. "Come alone Shane, tonight was another successful hunt. We may as well head back now".
He turned once more and began walking out of the swamp, Shane grunted in acknowledgement and followed in suit.
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