Deep breaths, Charlotte told herself as she slid across the floor and ducked behind a door frame. She strained to hear what was going on in the other room... nothing, there was nothing but silence. Charlotte grinned, they were sleeping, just like she had expected. Charlie glanced around the abandoned warehouse, her eyes caught on a dark spot on the floor, she slid sideways with her back to the wall until she was positioned just above the dark stain. She bent down and scraped at the stain, it flaked under her fingernail, she lifted her finger to her eyes to get a better look. The substance was a dark brown and it smelled like copper. Blood, she thought, she was defiantly in the right place.
Charlie silently made her way back to the doorway, she stood there for a moment, just listening, still nothing. She glanced out the dirty window far above her, judging by the amount of light coming through it it would be dark soon... they would be waking at any moment, if she was going to make her move she better make it soon. She took a deep breath, slid through the door and slipped into the shadows.
Charlie stood in the dark room for a moment, waiting for her eyes to adjust. After a moment she was able to make out shapes, there were 6 body shaped lumps spread out on the floor. Charlie examined the pathway to the first body and carefully picked her way across the floor towards it. When she was within a foot of it she knelt down to get a better look at it. He was a fairly large man with a beer belly, his face was covered in blond facial hair that was crusted with blood, his chest would slowly rise and fall in time with his breathing. He wore a white t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, both of which were caked with blood. Just the sight of him was enough to turn Charlies stomach, of all the monsters out there, Charlie defiantly hated vampires the most.
Quickly and quietly Charlie unsheathed her machete and brought it down on the mans exposed neck. The blow was so fast and hard the man didn't even stir. The next 3 kills went about the same way, fast and clean, not waking any of the other vampires or causing a commotion. Charlie was on her way to end the fifth vamp in the room when she stepped on the piece of glass.
Charlie had lost count of how many people had told her hunting in bare feet was stupid, how many time she had been warned against it and how many times she had ignored the warnings. Charlie had always felt she was at her best when she had no shoes on, she could run faster, climb with ease and move quietly. She was well aware of the risks to but she found the pros weighed out the cons.
When the piece of glass sunk into Charlies foot she did not cry out, she did not stumble or do anything that would wake the remaining 2 vampires. It was the smell of fresh human blood the roused the vamps from their sleep.
Charlie realized the time for stealth was over, she lunged across the room to the closest vamp ignoring the blazing pain in her foot. She swung the machete at the mans throat but the vampire blocked the blow. By this time the next vamp was rushing at her from behind, Charlie dropped to her knees and rolled to the side causing the two vampires to collide with each other. Charlie was immediately back on her feet, taking advantage of fact that the vampires were off balance. She rushed one of the vampires, plunging a syringe of dead mans blood into its arm and injecting it. The vampire screamed in pain and sunk to its knees. Charlie sidestepped a blow from the second vampire, spinning out of the way she swung the machete and took the head off the fallen vampire. She then pushed the headless body into the path of the last vampire, the man tripped up on the body and fell to his hands and knees. Not missing a beat Charlie leapt forward and took the head of the last remaining vamp.
Charlie stumbled backwards against a wall and sunk to the floor breathing heavily. Now that her adrenalin high was over her knees were aching and her foot was blazing, she would probably need stitches in her foot. Thats when Charlie hear a scuffling noise by the door, she was back on her feet in a heartbeat, with her machete in hand she spun to face the door way. Silhouetted in the door way stood two men with guns in hand. She stared at them, their faces were hard to see in the darkness but something about their bodies seemed familiar. "Who the hell are you?" spoke out the unmistakable voice of Dean Winchester.