I wanted a fast car. A car that would make me feel strong and invincible. A car that would make me feel like a warrior. That car was my beloved 1970 Boss 302 Mustang. I learned a lot about cars from one of my foster fathers and when I spotted the blue Mustang with black detail I fell in love. I knew I wanted it, and the foster dad did too. He bought it and even though I didn't stay with the family I inherited my baby when I turned 16. I drove down the twisting stretch of road towards the next town that I had been researching. I had picked up some clues on a few missing persons cases with similar details.

If I was correct I had myself a vampire infestation.

My blonde hair was blowing wildly as I cruised with the windows down passing the welcome sign into the small town of Spring Hill, Kansas. It was night time, the stars sparkling above a small cafe, the moon full and bright. I ordered my food from what the guys in the booth behind me had called a "smoking hot" waitress. Red hair in loose curls and bright green eyes with an hourglass figure and a short skirt.

I poured over my fathers journal, re-reading his ideas on the hunting of Vampires. His method was a bit different then my own but I had to be a little more careful being much smaller then him. I was 5'7 and 123 pounds of lean muscle. Tomorrow morning I had to head to the coroners office and figure out if the vampire idea was exactly what was going on here. But I had a feeling that this would be a good case, and a nest of vampires would be mine for the hunting.

"So little Missy, You really from the FBI?"

"Yes sir." I sat inspecting the body, from what I could tell I definitely had a vampire infestation in the small town.

"Some men stopped by earlier from the FBI as well, how many of you did they send?"

"Men?" I looked up questioningly. The older man pushing the body back into the locker.

"Yeah two big guys, looked pretty buff, wearing suits. Said they where FBI."

"We might have had a miss communication, I'll have to call headquarters." I walked out of the room and back to my baby. I popped the trunk to check on my gear deciding on a large knife. I made my way back to the hotel room to settle in and prepare myself. I sharped the blade and prepared the human blood by poisoning it by the Leviathan food additive and burned some saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium to dust my clothes later to prevent detection.

As night drew close I packed my bag and headed out to the location of where the victims had last been seen. I wore my Black cargo pants with a black tank top, dusted with the burned saffron, skunk's cabbage and trillium. My choppy blond hair had been pulled back into a messy pony tail.

"Well hello there?" I hadn't spent much time looking before the voice caught me off guard. I spun around just in time to see the vampire before me, long dark hair, muscular body in jeans and a black leather jacket. A figure appeared behind him and he went limp, before I knew what was happening I felt a needle pierce my skin. With the desired affect not achieved, I turned only to receive a blow to the back of the head and then darkness.

"Dean I think they're coming around."

"So our vampires are waking up."

"Ugh," I moaned my head killing me. I couldn't believe someone had gotten the jump on me. My vision was swimming but I managed to choke out some words, "Vampire?"

"Yeah, you and you're little friend here are gonna lead us to your nest." I opened my eyes fully and absorbed the sight of the room. The decor was the same as my own motel room. Before me stood two men. Both muscular, one with shaggy brown hair and one with spiked hair, they looked so similar, if I didn't know any better I'd say brothers.

"I'm not a vampire."

"Oh really, now only a vampire would say that." The shorter darker haired one retorted.

"Check my bag." I twisted my wrists in their rope cuffs; rocking them against the wood of the small chair. The shaggy haired boy ruffled through my bag pulling out the blood and the rest of my dust, My knife sat out on their dresser. Finally they withdrew my fathers book.

"Hunter," He tossed the book towards his brother who caught it and flipped through the pages.

"You've got to be kidding me."