Back at their motel all three sat down, they needed to talk about who this guy and his brother were and if they could really trust them.
" What do you think, Derek, should we actually meet with them?" Carmen asked," I mean we've handled larger problems than this by ourselves."
Clara chipped in, "Carmen, Dean's right. The more of us there are, the less of a chance someone will get killed."
Derek stood up from the table, and began to pace. Finally, he said, "I don't like partnering with other hunters but if it'll let us take down this nest without one of you getting hurt, then I think it's the best course," he said looking at both Clara and Carmen.
Because Derek was the oldest, in his early thirties, he had become the default leader of the group. Carmen and Clara respected his thoughts and opinions, not only because of his age but of is personality. Although both women knew he was a gentle giant he was tall, with a well-built frame, French creole features, and a quiet strength that commanded respect with everyone he met. He was usually gentle, that is until someone messed with Clara, his younger sister. Carmen looked at her, thinking over what she had just said, she was right, they both were. She finally gave up and began to place her things into her bag. She glanced at Clara who was doing the same. She was about a foot shorter than her brother, with a thin but well-toned body and the same features as her brother. She often got overestimated by her opponents because of her stature, not knowing she could easily take down a guy twice her size. She had the kind of personality that made you like her instantly, all bubbly and girly, coupled with her quick southern accent. They were a very nice pair of siblings to live with, always very protective of each other and those they cared about. You didn't mess with anyone of their friends without getting some kind of bruise or broken bone out of the encounter. That's why she liked the life she had with them. Carmen was not related to them by blood, but they treated her the same as family. Carmen caught sight of herself in the mirror, wiping off a drop of blood from her forehead. She had chocolate brown eyes and shoulder length blond hair. Like Clara, who was a couple of inches shorter, her body had become well-toned and athletic from hunting. They had to be strong, lean, and fast to be able to take down all the monsters they hunted, most who were stronger and faster than humans. Life was very different than it had been a couple of years ago, before she had met them and became a hunter.
"I think it was really lucky we found some more hunters to help us," Clara said, snapping her out of her reverie. Carmen continued placing all their belongings in a duffel bag.
20 minutes later, they arrived at the Siren motel. The dingy motel with the peeling mermaid looked like the typical hotel a hunter sought out to hide. Low profile and out of the way, where no one asked too many questions. They knocked on the door to room 21 and heard a deep voice call out, "Who is it?"
"It's us," said Carmen. The door opened revealing Dean who stuck his head out of the doorway checking that they were alone. "Come in," he said. The trio stepped inside and saw the typical hunter layout. Duffel bags in the corner, take out and guns on the table, and beer everywhere in between.
Carmen notice that Dean was alone. She turned around and said," I thought you said you had a brother."
Dean put his gun away and walked over to the kitchen table.
"He'll be here any minute. He's scouting the other side of town."
Just then they heard a car pull up in front of the room. As soon as he walked through the door Carmen recognized him.
"Sam?" she said with surprise.
Sam look back at Carmen with the same surprised look on his face.
"Carmen, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in years." They walked towards each other and gave each other a hug.
Dean looked at them with an annoyed look, "So, you guys know each other?"
"Yeah, I met Carmen a while back. She helped me get through a rough time," Sam said.
Carmen stepped back, thinking back to something Sam had said when they had first met.
"Wait, I thought you said your brother was dead?" she asked Sam. She looked from Sam to Dean and back again.
"It's a long story, trust me you wouldn't believe it even if I told you," Sam said taking off his jacket.
"I agree, we should talk about how we're going to take out this vampire nest," said Derek, finally speaking up. Carmen suddenly remembered that they were also there.
"Sorry, this is Clara and Derek," she said motioning to each. Clara looked amused but Derek was starting to get impatient. They had to get going, time was running out before the other vampires realized that Gary was gone.
Derek stepped up, straightening up to his full height which was a little taller than Sam.
" I think the introductions are done, we need to make a plan, Gary wasn't the only vampire. He's one of a nest that have been hunting around this area. Most of them have kept themselves well hidden, but Gary was one of the few that was getting too needy. He started hunting recklessly which is how we discovered there's a nest," said Derek standing next to Carmen.
"Now that you're up to date, we should make a plan to take out the nest, tonight if possible," he said looking around the room.
"Like Dean said, with your help we can take them out with less of a chance anyone getting hurt," said Derek looking well beyond his years. Just now Carmen realized how protective he was of both Clara and her.
"How many vampires are we looking at?" asked Dean, looking serious," and do you have an idea of where the nest is?"
"Well that's what I was trying to figure out when you killed my only lead," Carmen said, looking matter of factly at Dean. He looked a little put off but Clara stepped up just then, taking out a map from her duffel bag.
" While Carmen was out after Gary I put all of the attacks on this map and found out they have been happening in this general radius," she said pointing at a group of dots on the map.
"We've scouted around the area but we haven't seen anything that really stands out. We do know of three more vampires, but we think there could be more," said Carmen.
"We've had some leads here and there but they've all turned out being busts," said Derek.
"Sammy do you think you could pull up some blueprints on some of the buildings in this area?" said Dean pointing at the map.
"We're looking for a place with a basement or underground floors. Probably somewhere with few houses around and empty buildings," said Sam to the group as he typed his laptop "just give me a couple of hours to hack into the town archives."
Both Clara and Carmen looked at Derek, who nodded. Carmen knew that Derek easily got impatient. It wasn't because he wanted things to go faster, but because the longer they took to take out the nest, the more people that were going to die. That was the way Derek had been since the rest of his family had been killed by monsters, minutes before hunters had found and killed them.
As Sam did research on his computer Clara, Carmen, and Derek walked over to corner to talk.
"Carmen, how reliable are these guys?" Derek asked her.
"Sam's okay. We worked together on a job back in Louisiana. He's actually been hunting for a long time, so he's pretty knowledgeable about all kinds of creatures," she said looking over at Sam.
"Well that's good enough for me," said Clara looking over appreciatively at Sam. Derek turned and gave his little sister a stern look. Clara just gave him a small smile.
Several hours later Sam had found the blueprints to a building that looked promising. This empty warehouse had an underground floor that had a big empty room in the middle with only two entrances, probably where cubicles were spaced out or something. Unfortunately, the sun was going down which meant that the vampires would start leaving the nest to go out to feed. If they attacked now the nest would probably be empty. They decided to wait until the next morning when they were sure all the vampires would be in the nest, sleeping. Derek decided to rent a twin bed room next-door for them to rest and recharge before tonight.
They didn't even bother to unpack or undress. Like always Derek took the couch, Carmen took one bed, and Clara the other. Even though none of them were remotely sleepy, they needed to have at least a couple of hours of rest.
The next afternoon they all readied themselves for the fight; prepping guns, sharpening knives, eating, and loading the cars.
On the way to the building, Carmen, Clara, and Derek tried to make small talk. They all realized that this was going to be the biggest job they'd done so far. The truth was they have never taken out a nest without knowing the full amount of monsters they were facing. Usually they dealt with small groups of three or four monsters, but Derek told them he had a feeling this nest was bigger than the three vampires they had tracked. He told them he thought it might be as high as ten.
Carmen was glad that it was Sam that was joining them. She didn't know too much about Dean, except what Sam had told her. She still didn't understand, if what he said was true, he should be six feet underground. Maybe Sam had another brother because, after all, who could come back from the dead.
They parked a street away from the building. The blueprint showed two entrances that lead to the basement. They were sure that was where the nest was. They would prefer the windowless darkness of the basement. They split up, Sam and Dean taking one of the entrances while Derek's group took the other. They would meet in the middle.
Carmen looked at Derek and Clara, and knew she reflected the same concentrated, determined look they had. Carmen herself felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Derek took the front, Clara in the middle, while Carmen covered the rear. The entrance they went in through led into a dark hallway. There were no doors until the end where there were three doors, one on each side of the wall. Each one took a door and silently opened it. Derek motioned with his fingers counting down: one, two, three. They all opened their doors, as slowly and silently as they could. Carmen checked out her room but it was clear, she went out into the hallway and waited. Clara came out of her room signaling the all clear but Derek came out signaling this was it. There were dim lights lighting a stairway down to the basement. They turned off their flashlights and started to go down the stairs.
There was no sound coming from the end of the staircase, but Carmen could smell the faint metallic scent of blood.
Now that she was in the room she could hear faint whimpers coming from one side of the room. The sons of bitches had live pray. The thought made Carmen's blood boil.
The basement was bigger than they had thought, looking more like a parking garage than a basement. The vampires had obviously been living there for a while. There were couches, and beds, boxes, and tables all around the room. Carmen quickly counted the vampires asleep all around the room. Sure enough there were way more than three vampires in this coven, around ten like Derek had predicted. Most of them were pretty young, no more than twenty. They were all sleeping, no doubt full after a night of hunting. On one of the side of the room were some cages were the vampires were keeping some dirty looking teens, most likely runaways. Carmen looked across the room and saw Sam and Dean come out of another stairwell. Dean motioned to Carmen to close the door.
Carmen, Clara, and Derek looked at each other and motioned that each go to a vampire. They all took out their machetes and stood over one. Derek mouthed: 1,2,3.
Carmen swung down her machete into the neck of the woman on the couch. The vampire let out a small gasp before her head separated from her neck. She looked around at the other vampires but none of them woke up. She looked over to the other side of the basement and noticed that Sam and Dean had also taken out two vampires. "Okay five down, five more to go," thought Carmen.
Just as they were heading to the next row of vampires, Clara bumped the couch were her vampire had been sleeping. The vampire's head rolled off the couch onto the floor toppling some cans that had been lying there. They all looked at each other, holding their breath but it was no good, the vampires were startled awake. They looked around at all of the hunters with their machetes and got up faster than humanly possible.
One female vampire went straight for Carmen. She tried to swing her machete at her neck but the vampire took a hold of her wrists. She squeezed, making Carmen let go of the machete. The vampire bared her needle like teeth but Carmen head-butted her, taking out her gun and shooting her in the neck, making her stumble back. Carmen saw her falter and took her chance, she picked up her machete and cut off her head with one swing.
She turned around and noticed an enormous man had Clara pinned with her arms to the side. Clara was kicking her captor on his sides but her kicks didn't look like they were making any difference. He had his teeth bared ready to bite down on her when Carmen kicked him in his jewels. He stopped and turned around, still holding Clara. He looked really pissed that she had tried that low ball move. Carmen took out her gun again and shot him three times in the chest but the guy just slowed down. He threw Clara like she was a rag doll. Turning back his attention to Carmen, he swung his hand and knocked out the gun from her hand. She swung her machete and hit him on the shoulder. He stopped, looked at the gash she had created and yelled at her. Carmen tried to run away but he caught her by the hair. He pulled her closer and closed his gigantic hands around her neck, squeezing.
Carmen couldn't breathe. She could see her vision start to tunnel when someone cut his hand off, making him drop her to the floor.
It was Dean.
"You like going after girls, douche bag," he said. The guy was yelling in pain but before he could even so much as lift his other hand, Dean cut his head off. The big guy fell like a rock, his head rolling under a table.
Carmen was still on the ground, on her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath. She could still feel the pressure on her trachea, which didn't let her breathe correctly. She heard some scuffling to the side, and looked over at Sam fighting a young male vampire. Sam was swinging at him but the vampire kept avoiding his swings, taunting him. Then she saw Derek come at the vampire from behind. The vampire turned around just in time for Derek to cut his head off.
"Are you okay," said Dean, helping her stand. Carmen looked up to see him staring at her chest. Wow, what a gentleman, she thought.
"yeah I'm fine," she said pushing him away and starting back into the fight. Dean looked surprised, he started to say something when a crash across the room caught their attention.
Clara was fighting with a smaller male vampire now. She looked pretty roughed up but she was still fighting. She swung her machete at the guy, but he was fast, suddenly behind her. She had slowed down after her fight with the Hulk vampire. He swung his hand, sending her crashing against a wall. She fell to the floor and didn't get up. Suddenly there was a horrifying yell from the other side of the room. Derek was looking at the unconscious form of his sister on the floor, then turned around and ran at the guy. There was something inhuman in the way he moved towards the suddenly fearful vampire who started to walk backward towards one of the doors. Sam blocked that door before he even got close. The vampire seemed to have gotten the point that he was outnumbered. Derek came crashing through furniture and grabbed him by the collar. He was punching the guy unceremoniously, leaving his face almost unrecognizable from all of the blood that was spurting out. Suddenly out of the corner of the room a young woman jumped down on Derek, screaming her head off, scratching his face and trying to bite him on the neck. Sam ran at them both, forgetting the bloodied vampire on the floor who saw his chance and disappeared up the stairway, not caring about leaving the female vampire on her own.
After some struggle, Sam finally got the female vampire off of Derek, who was bleeding from a neck bite and scratches on his face. Claire woke up just in time to see her brother standing a few feet away from her, covered in his own blood, which was flowing from the bite in his neck. She got up and walked over to him, who motioned that he was ok. Carmen inspected the wound and confirmed the vampire had missed any major arteries and his trachea. While she was covering his wound and putting pressure, Claire walked over to where Sam had the female vampire pinned down.
"You're all going to pay for this. He'll come back with a bigger nest and you're all going to die," the vampire screamed at them, showing her teeth.
"Yeah well, we'll be waiting for him," Claire said picking up a machete and chopping her head off.
Carmen surveyed the room, turning to where the people in the cages were, each in varying degrees of dishevelment. She walked around the room looking for something to break the locks when Dean walked over to her.
"Here let me" he said motioning to for her to stand back. He took out his gun and shot the locks. Carmen helped the people get out, all of them looking pale and dirty but alive. Unfortunately, this was something that would haunt them for the rest of their lives and that was something she couldn't help them fight. They helped them walk out in to the street. After helping them come up with a story the police would believe, they gave them a cellphone to call for help and headed back to the motel.
When they were all back at the motel, each picked up a beer and congratulated each other. This had been a pretty successful hunt. No one from their group had died and they had killed almost all of the vampires. They weren't all that worried about the vampire that had gotten away right now, it would take him some time to recover and start another nest. They drank a couple of more beers and began packing up their stuff. Derek, Claire, and Carmen were in the opposite room pacing their stuff when there was a knock at their door. Carmen opened the door, it was Dean.
"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment," he asked her.
"Yeah, sure," she said turning to close the door. Claire had an excited smile on her face and winked at her before she closed the door.
"What do you want to talk about," she asked him, as they rounded the corner of the motel.
He cleared his throat and scowled a little. She wanted to laugh, he was being so serious and mysterious.
"Can you tell me where you got that necklace your wearing?" he said turning to her. She continued smiling and felt for her necklace. It was a small silver coin with some weird language she had never been able to find. It was roughly attached to a hoop that hung on a silver chain. She had had it for years, ever since a boy had given it to her when she was 16. She wrapped her hand around it and looked up at Dean. Suddenly her heart started to beat faster as she looked into his green eyes, the same kind of green as the boy who had saved her all those years ago.
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