I parked my bike and dismounted, I'd covered enough ground for the day, and the job up in Louisiana could wait. I took off my helmet and let my jet black hair fall to my waist. The silver studded leather jacket stayed on, regardless of the nights sticky heat. Ever since vamps had started this mainstreaming agenda you never could be too careful, now they were everywhere, showing their faces in public. I didn't buy it, this true blood shit was a supplement like a vitamin tablet not a life source, we were still their food, if you ask me, mainstreaming is their way of making us easier meals. Hell it makes us; well those dumb enough to believe it, trust them. It's started fads; fang bangers and donors for a start, who sickened me by the way. You don't see us fucking cattle, our food. Donors are the equivalent of pigs prancing to the slaughter house in hope of only having a leg severed. It's bullshit.

I kicked the dirt beneath my beaten cowboy boots, adjusted the belt on my shorts and walked into the roadside bar. I smirked as I looked around, it was full of middle aged men who should have stopped wearing bandannas, muscle tops, and denim jackets 20 years ago, as well as gotten there tattoos that were stretched and sagged from age lasered off. I ignored the stench of stale cigarettes, dirt and dust.
"I'm gonna need a Jack and coke, as well as a room, for the night"
"Don't do rooms lady" replied the barman who on closer inspection seemed to clean to ne serving in a place like this.
"By room, I mean a place to hang my hat, back room or something" I heard a guy sat next to me mutter something about the potential safety hazards, I didn't bother to look at him.
"Sorry lady, no can do"
"Fine, you better make it a double then" It's not the first time I've had to sleep outside, due to a lack of hospitality, I just wasn't looking forward to all the sand.
"Why don't you sleep in your car" It was from the safety hazard guy, this time I turned to face him.
"What makes you think I have a car?" He was rugged, good-looking, strong and had a glint in his eye that told me he was trouble. I had a habit of running into trouble, hell sometimes I even ended up on top of it.
"Well you had to get here somehow, unless you walked 20 miles from the nearest town"
"Bike" I replied paying the barman.
"Pedalo?"
"Motor" I faced him again.
"I've got a car."
"Great" I said confusedly.
"No, what I mean is, you can crash in me and my brother's car"
"That sounds a lot safer than a back room" The sarcasm didn't go unnoticed.
"Hey" He raised his hands defensively "I'm just trying to help a lady in need" That's when my stomach turned and the vamp walked in.
"Fuck" I said under my breath. I should have sensed him earlier. I've always been pre-disposed to sensing the supernatural, I must have been distracted. The guy clocked the vamp and looked shifty.
"Where are you when I need you Sam" He whispered to himself. I assumed Sam was his brother.
"Vamps, aye?" I said looking straight ahead. He looked at me but didn't say anything.
The vampire, who looked so stereotypically vampish it was almost amusing, made his way towards us. He stood in-between me and 'Trouble'
"True Blood, 1 part B pos, 2 part O neg" his hand brushed mine as he ordered, I recoiled instantly.

"Cold hands warm heart" he smiled, great a friendly vamp, the worst kind. He glanced at my silver studded jacket then eyed me again "They shouldn't be legal" he didn't seem so friendly anymore.
"You shouldn't be out of a coffin" I sneered. That's when his fangs popped out and 'trouble' jumped him. And once again I found myself in a bar fight, once again being female I was side lined, and once again people were dying or at least flying because I was the only one who could actually deal with a vamp. In a short amount of time, most of the still able bodied middle aged bikers had fled the scene. I told you this mainstreaming shit was well…shit. Frustrated I kicked the bodies out of my way. That's when I saw 'Trouble' putting up a fight, hell a good fight. I took off my jacket and just as the vamp was going in for the kill I smothered its face with my jacket. I saw 'trouble' recover take a needle out of his coat and drive it into the vamps neck.
"Dead man's blood" I whispered as the vampire slumped in my arms.
"Hunter?" He asked
"Yup"
"Dean" He said out of breath and held out his hand, I was too busy holding the vamp to shake back
"Faith" I smiled instead.
"Well, I guess we should probably finish him off outside"
"You think? This guy weighs like 200 pounds" I struggled trying to move him.
"Here" Dean took over and dragged him outside. I looked for something that would work as a stake, and found a crate, after snapping a shard off I threw it to Dean.
"Here, you do it" He caught the shard and in a swift movement staked the vamp. He moved just fast enough to escape the blood splatter.
"So" I said quietly "How about that car offer?" He smiled in response.
"This way." We walked for about 15 minutes, nowhere near the bar, hunter paranoia I guess; especially now vamps were free to roam public spaces if not encouraged to.

"Sam" Dean tapped on the window to the guy sleeping shotgun. He woke, looked at me cautiously and got out of the car.
"Sam this is Faith, she's one of us, needs a place to crash"
"Doesn't she have a car"
"No." Dean said not giving any more information, and began to walk around towards his seat behind the steering wheel. This resulted in Sam giving me a confused look.
"Bike" I said trying to explain, he looked even more confused and began to give a pedalling motion
"No motor bike" I said, jeez these guys really needed things to be spelt out.
"Oh" he said, walking to the rear door and cleaned out the back seats which were to be my bed for the night.
"Thanks" I said getting in
"No problem" He smiled, he seemed nice, kind.
"While you were napping we took down a vamp" Dean said with his eyes shut as Sam got back into his shotgun seat.
"Why, what happened?" he almost sounded uninterested.
"Faith over hear" He said pointing his hand back to me "Has a serious back chat problem" I raised my eyebrow and opened my mouth in retaliation and then realised what he was talking about.
"That guy had it coming" I replied sheepishly returning my head to one of the seats.
"I thought after all this mainstreaming…" Sam began
"Do not talk about mainstreaming" I grumpily cut him off, and with that we all dropped off.
The sun beat down on the car, and without aircon or an open window the impala was becoming an oven.
"Livin' the life" I groaned as I woke up. A grunting sound escaped ean in response. I looked at my phone it was 9am, 7 hours, I frowned, not bad.
"Well thanks for the hospitality, but I'm aiming to be in Lousiana before sundown"
"What's the job?" Said Sam who seemed to have been awake for a while.
"Nothing I can't deal with" I sighed getting out the car.
"Oh really?"
"Really" I said shutting the door and beginning to head off.
"Hey" Dean shouted getting out of the car still recovering from his slumber. "What's the job?"
"Why don't you have one of your own?"
"No, actually" He said looking slightly embarrassed. "We heard there was one here, poltergeist, was a hoax."
"Can't tell a fake from a job?" I laughed.
"No, just this once." He shrugged; he was cute when he acted tough. I looked around.
"Bon Temps heard of it?"
"No, what's there?" Sam said flicking through a newspaper.
"You won't find it in there, they keep a low profile" I pointed to the paper.
"How do you know about it then?"
"Not the point, but I know from good sources it's crawling with creeps, you could call it a hunting park" I smiled.
"Go on" Sam encouraged.
"Were's multiple kinds, witches, spirits, I even heard rumours of shifters and skin walkers"
"Shape-shifters" Sam said cocking his head to the side
"No get this, human shifters" I said, watching there bemused reactions. "Fucked up right" I smiled and returned venturing towards my bike.
"Well I guess we'll see you there" Dean said walking back towards the car.
"What no, guys, get your own" I almost whined.
"Hell it sounds like we'll have enough jobs to go around there, and I feel bad letting a girl walk into what sounds like a hell hole"
"Don't patronise me" I stared daggers at him, he didn't notice and was already revving up the car.
Sam just raised his eyebrows apologetically.
"Fine" I said quietly, and ran in the direction where my bike was parked, I was at least going to get there first.

Hi, yeah so this is the first chapter, do feel free to comment, I am open to any advice. I hope to get the second chapter to you very soon.

Tess