The meeting in the woods.

She ran. She ran for all that she was worth. Branches hit her face and body but she didn't even notice that her whole body was full of wounds from the run through the forest. Her feet were bare, she had lost her shoes when she started running but she hadn't noticed that either. Her dark hair got caught in some branches but she just kept on moving. All she did was run, everything in her body told her to run. She heard her attacker behind her. Was there just one or more than that? It sounded like there was more than one. They were gaining on her. "Run!" She thought to herself. "Don't think, just run!" She didn't know for how long she could keep this up, it felt like she had been running for hours now. She saw a clearing in the woods and headed towards it with the hope of there being a road or some buildings on the other side with people that could help her. When she reached the clearing her hope was gone. All of a sudden she felt something grab her from behind. She screamed but someone put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.
"It's okay, we're here to help," a mans voice whispered in her ear. She turned her head to see who was holding her so firmly. Even though she was terrified she felt somewhat safe. She heard how the people who was chasing her were making their way towards her.

"Hey!" She turned her head just enough to see a man standing beside her with what looked like an antique gun. He pointed it away from her, towards her followers, who had just caught up with her as she fell. The man aimed and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced a man's scull, a white flash came from the bullet wound and the man fell over seemingly dead. She screamed. She had never seen a man being shot before. But this wasn't what she thought it would be like. The white flash. It wasn't normal. The man with the gun spoke again;

"Well, would you look at this? I guess that I've killed your leader, haven't I? So how many of you are there? I can count five of you. Oh, and then Mr. Dead here of course. So that makes six. Where's the rest of the pack?"

A woman stepped out of the shadows. Her red hair beaming in the moonlight.

"Around," the red-haired woman said with a smile.

"Well, bitch! Why don't you tell them to come out so we can have some fun? It's been a long time since I got to kill me some vampires."

He still held her tight in his arms. His hand wasn't covering her mouth anymore. He just held her and she felt safe. The other one, the man with the gun was speaking. What was he saying? She was positive that she was dreaming. That was all it was. It was a nightmare, because that was the only way for vampires to exist. He did say vampires, didn't he? Then everything happened really fast. The man who was holding her pulled her away just as the other man pulled out a machete.

"Stay here! Don't move and if anything comes towards you... Use this!" He put something in her hand, as she looked down at it she realized that it was a machete that he had handed her. She noticed that the man was tall and his eyes had something sweet in them. He looked at her as if everything was going to be okay, nodding. He left her standing up against a tree with the blood covered machete in her hand, she threw it to the ground, disgusted. Then he ran into the fight.

Then she saw something else. The red-haired woman was walking towards her with a smile on her face. Somehow she had gotten away from the two men fighting and her eyes were fixed on her. Blood splattered on her as someone fell. Was that a head?! The woman just laughed. How could she be laughing? This wasn't right!
"You are not an easy woman to get a hold of" she said with a smile.
"What do you want?" she said almost screaming in fear. "I don't understand what I have done, please... Just leave me alone!"
"Well, we can't do that you see. We have been looking for you for a really long time and now that we have found you we just can't give you up. You are so special" the redheaded woman said and gently stroked her cheek. "We don't wanna hurt you. We just wanna help you become who you are destined to be." The vampire grabbed her hair,exposing her neck. "I just want a little tasting" she said smiling. She screamed in fear when she realized what was about to happen.

His hands were covered in vampire blood. Just as he killed a big buff white man by beheading he heard her screams. The red-haired was about to bite the young woman. "Once touched by evil" he thought before yelling at his brother, throwing the machete to him, pulling out the gun and the he started running towards the two women. She screamed. He could see the fear in her eyes. The vampires second set of teeth descending in her mouth so she could give her the kiss that he knew would be fatal. It would be fatal because he would have to kill the young woman if the red-haired succeeded.

He could see the attacked woman trying to reach for the machete but it was too far away. He wasn't going to make it, he aimed and fired his gun. The bullet passed right behind the red-haired vampires head. "Damn it!" He aimed again and then something that he didn't expect happened.

She fought to be freed but she wasn't strong enough. She couldn't reach the machete, it was useless. Then her fear turned to anger. An anger that stemmed from the fact that she was to young to die. She hadn't done everything she wanted in life yet, she didn't have her family, she wasn't ready to go yet. She did the only thing she was able to do which was to grab the vampires neck with her hand.
"I told you to leave me alone!" She screamed, her anger powering her. All of a sudden the smile disappeared from the vampires face and instead fear all was what showed. Two seconds later the only thing that was left of the vampire was a pile of ashes. She screamed in fear when something she didn't understand had happened. She stared at her hand, covered in sot and ashes from the vampire. What just happened?

She screamed. Had she killed someone with her bare hands? She caught on fire didn't she? She picked up the machete the tall one had given her.

"Come on then! You want me? Come and get me you assholes!" Tears were running down her face, she couldn't see who was coming towards her but she wasn't about to take any chances. She threw the machete in front of her, hoping to somehow kill her attacker, but someone grabbed her hand with force but at the same time gently.

"It's okay now. They're dead. They're all dead!" She could hear that it was the man with the gun speaking to her. Instantly she felt safe. His voice calmed her. He touched her cheek, wiping her tears away.

"You're safe now," he said looking into her big green, sad eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I think so. I don't... What happened?" She started screaming. "What the hell happened?!" The other, taller man spoke.

"Those were vampires. They have been following you all the way from New York and so have we. We knew that you were in danger. But everything is fine... for now."

"For now?!" The older of the two gave his brother a look, telling him to shut up then he smiled at her.

"I'm Dean Winchester and this is my idiot of a brother Sam."

"Brooke Davis," she said confused but smiling.

She felt safe now.

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So please tell me what you think. This is my first time writing a fanfic and I really want for you to give me any comments, good or bad. I should tell you that English is not my first language if there's any (or many??) faults in grammar or spelling. I hope that you at least enjoyed the reading.

Shayla