Alright people I'm going ahead and uploading the next chapter because I'm just that nice. I normally write in purely third person with no thoughts, but I'm including thoughts just for this chapter and the first one so you can get to know my character better. And Grace is really based off of me so yeah... my brain usually acts like this XD Sam and Dean will be showing up in the next chapter, but you'll notice a hint of them in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Supernatural
Claimer: I do own the characters Grace, Joey, and Fred and the type of vampire she is.
9/19/11: I've rewritten this chapter, though some things have stayed the same from the original version.
The sun was just peeking over the horizon when Grace finally stirred the next morning. She opened her eyes and winced at the light, not used to it being so bright.
Great… enhanced eyesight; it's not really helping my denial that last night didn't happen or that I was hallucinating.
She sat up and looked around before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her cell phone to check the time.
Almost six thirty, so I was out for about six hours. Oh joy, it's starting to look like I was right with my thoughts last night. He wasn't human and I think it's quite safe to say I'm not either.
Sighing, Grace stood up with inhuman speed and breathed in; only to pinch her nose shut at all the scents that surrounded her.
Gah… The scent of things will get quite annoying, hopefully though I won't notice them as much as time goes one. It's weird how I automatically know the scent of almost everything, though there are some things I can't identify. Humans are easy enough to tell apart… time to get off that train of thought, my stomach apparently wants to be fed right away and my upper canines have a sharp pain as well.
She decided to hold her breath for the time being and fished the car keys out of her pocket before stepping through the trees and heading to her car. Her sharp eyesight noticed some men near the entrance to the mall in security guard outfits, but since they were not looking in her direction she quickly got into her car and started it up.
Grace took a deep breath once she pulled out of the parking lot so that she could get used to the scents, but quickly decided that her car needed a thorough vacuuming and cleaning.
I didn't realize there were so many crumbs hidden everywhere. It's interesting to smell my scent as a human, but it hasn't change completely, so hopefully my basic features haven't changed much.
Grace was focusing completely on her thoughts, which was not unusual, but normally she did not do it while driving. She realized what she was doing and pulled herself out of her thoughts, only to find she was multi-tasking quite well.
I guess my brain capabilities have gone up a notch… or twenty. Eh, I'll deal with it later. For now I need to figure out what to do about blood. I can't deny any longer that I've been turned into a vampire; I just need to figure out what the pain in my upper canines means. I wonder if I need to extend my fangs for the pain to stop, or if it only happens when I'm thirsty.
Grace felt around in her mouth with her tongue for a moment and could not feel anything sharp, so decided to leave that problem for later as well.
Alright Grace think... in most vampire stories they can drink animal blood.
Yeah... and I'm supposed to just go to a butcher shop and just asked for a few gallons of blood?
... You got any better ideas?
... You know you're having a conversation with yourself in your mind, right?
So what? I'm sure everyone does it.
Check out that black muscle car!
Grace pulled out of her thoughts and smiled a bit as a black Impala drove by. Deciding to stay out of her mind for a bit, she played a song in the back of her mind while considering the situation with images instead of thoughts.
"Alright, now to find the nearest butcher and get in and get out without killing anyone," she said aloud, trying to break the pressing silence in the car.
Turning on the GPS, Grace quickly found the nearest butcher shop and started following the route. It was too quiet in the car, so she turned on the radio switched it to her favorite alternative/rock station and Animal I have Become by Three Days Grace started blasting through the speakers.
Grace stared at the radio in half shock and half amusement.
Well isn't this fitting…
Shut up.
Shutting...
…
About thirty minutes later Grace pulled her Celica into a parking lot of a small strip mall where the butcher was located. Getting out of the car, she spotted some teenagers walking nearby and a breeze sent their scent her way, causing the pain in her canines to return. A quick assessment of the situation suggested it would be a good idea to hold her breath, so she did so and quickly headed inside.
The swinging door knocked against the cow bell hanging above the door frame as Grace stepped inside and moved towards the counter.
The slightly hefty butcher stepped out of the back room while wiping his hands on a towel, which he flipped back to hang over his shoulder when he was finished.
"What can I do for you, miss?" he asked in a kind, yet slightly gruff voice.
Grace flashed him a slight smile as she tried to figure out what kind of excuse to use. Her mind worked faster than normal and quickly came up with an idea.
Yeah… my mental capabilities have defiantly been enhanced. Now to turn on the rarely used girl charm and see if it works.
She hoped the plan worked as she leaned against the counter. "I was wondering if you had any cow blood lying around here that you didn't use," Grace said, her mind working quickly to figure out responses to any number of different questions.
The butcher scratched his short black beard a moment before nodding. "I just happen to have some waiting for the waste management to come and get. What might you be needing it for?"
Grace pushed her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "My science class in collage in having a project on blood molecules and I thought it would be interesting to test out blood molecules reaction to different chemicals," she explained easily.
I could so beat a lie detector test now. On another note… I'm out of breath.
The butcher seemed pleased with the explanation. "How much do you think you'll need?" he asked.
Grace breathed in so that she could answer and it took all her will power not to wince or gasp as his scent washed over her and the pain returned to her teeth. When she spoke, her voice came out a bit stiff. "About one pint will do."
He looked a bit surprised at her change of tone, but nodded anyway and headed into the back. A few minutes later her returned and slid the jar filled with dark red liquid across the counter to her. "Here you go. There's no charge since I've got to throw it out anyway," he said kindly.
Grace nodded and thanked him before turning to leave. As soon as she got in her car, she started it up and pulled onto the road to head home.
And what if cow blood doesn't work?
"Then I'm screwed," Grace whispered to herself.
…
About thirty minutes later, Grace had turned down a long winding road that led to a small, solitary house surrounded by woodland. She lived in the country, but was close enough to town to be able to make frequent trips if she needed to. The house was owned by a friend of a friend, so she had been the first one to hear and accept the offer when they decided to rent it out.
Pulling into the car port, Grace got out of the Celica and darted up the three steps to the door.
I love this speed... I wonder how fast I can go.
She entered the house and quickly walked to the bathroom, wincing as the harsh fumes from the cleaning supplies stung her nose. Stepping in front on the mirror, Grace inspected her appearance and grinned in satisfaction.
I don't look different at all except for the fact a few scars are gone.
Grace reached up and lifted the side of her lip to get a close look at her canines, which still looked completely normal, although she could feel some new muscles were somehow connected to her teeth and she focused on pulling one.
"Ouch!" She jerked back as the pain returned and once she stopped focusing, it went away.
Ok... just deal with it; you need to see what happens.
Grace took a soothing breath before staring into the mirror again, looking at her teeth. Focusing on the muscles again, she winced as the pain came back, but it was not as bad as before.
Her eyes widened as her top canines started extending, but then she tilted her head back and examined them closer.
The canines themselves aren't extending... the fangs are coming from inside the normal ones.
Grace blinked in surprise and then looked at them again.
That's weird. There seems to be a flap on the back side of my canines that the fangs push open.
The fangs themselves were whiter than her normal teeth, but at the same time they seemed to be a bit translucent. Grace raised her hand and held it behind the fangs, causing them to lighten from the difference in the background.
I officially have vampire fangs that look like rattlesnake fangs. At least I'm not the cliché vampire, though I have always been a bit weirder than normal.
The fangs were two thirds the length of her canines, which lengthened them considerably. The weirdest thing though was that they curved inward a bit like a snake's and the tips were narrowed to a very sharp point. Tilting her head different angles to see the fangs, Grace noticed a hole on the back of them that reminded her of the tip of a needle.
Maybe the other muscles I can feel inject venom through the holes.
Grace carefully pulled in on another muscle she saw a clear, but yellowish liquid squirt out of her fangs in a stream and she spat it out into the sink.
That must be venom, but I still feel another muscle I haven't used yet.
Focusing on the mirror again, Grace pulled the other muscle, causing a poisonous looking green liquid shot out. She quickly spat it out also.
Gah... that one tasted awful; I wonder why I have two venoms...
Grace washed out the sink and then pulled the fangs back in. She smiled and there was no way to tell they had been there in the first place.
I wonder why the pain lessens each time I bring them out. Maybe it's like breaking in new shoes.
Testing out her theory, Grace started bringing the fangs out and retracting them just as fast, repeating the process multiple times until the pain was completely gone.
I could totally win a Halloween costume contest now, she thought in amusement as she walked into the kitchen and picked the jar of blood up off the table. Unscrewing the lid, Grace pulled it close to her nose and took a deep breath, only for it to set off her gag reflex.
Ugh... I hope that isn't a sign that it won't work.
Grace held her breath and brought the jar up to her lips, tilting it back to take a gulp. She screwed her face up in a disgusted expression and set the jar down as she drew in breaths through her mouth to try and get rid of the taste.
Crap... that's exactly what it tastes like.
She put the lid back on it and sat down in the chair to wait and see if it agreed with her before drinking anymore.
Being a vampire would be totally cool if this works, if it doesn't... I'm not sure what I'll do.
It was only a few a minutes before Grace got her answer, as she suddenly wrapped her arm around her stomach and jumped up, running to the bathroom.
After she cleaned up and wiped her mouth off, Grace stood leaning against the counter, staring at her dark brown eyes in the mirror.
You are up the creek without a paddle and the creek is full of alligators.
…
Grace sat down in the living room recliner to think, submerging herself in her thoughts and tuning out the rest of the world. By the time she resurfaced again, it was nearing midnight.
I knew I had a habit of getting lost in my thoughts before I was turned, but this is ridiculous.
She stood up and headed into her bedroom, which was decorated in a red and black theme with framed car pictures on the walls. Grabbing her laptop from the bedside table, Grace sat down cross-legged on the bed and started researching vampires.
Since I'm not the least bit tired... it's safe to assume I don't need to sleep either. I've never heard of a vampire type with my description, so I doubt I'll find anything online either.
As she suspected, there was nothing matching her description, so she shut down the laptop and looked over at her bookshelf.
Oh yeah, I was going to test my mental capabilities. Might as well try it now and get my mind off my other problems.
Grace slid off the bed and moved over to the bookshelf, looking over the various titles before reaching up and selecting The Shining by Stephen King. Sitting back down on the bed, she glanced at the clock to note the time before she started reading as fast as she could while still comprehending the words.
It only took Grace a moment to realize she was reading a page every three seconds and she finished the book in about twenty three minutes.
My mind has definitely evolved to be able to remember all of it at the speed I was reading especially since I can recount it word for word. I could be good at anything now if only I wasn't a danger to society.
Grace shook her head and put the book back in its proper place before heading outside; she wanted to avoid the depressing thoughts for the time being, though she knew she would need to deal with it as some point.
The cool night breeze ruffled her hair as Grace stepped off the porch, bringing with it the many scents of the surrounding forest. Much to her relief the scent of humans was very faint, so it would be safe for her to explore the woods a bit and find out how to test her strength.
Suddenly feeling excited, Grace darted into the woods, ducking under tree limbs and making sharp turns to avoid the trees. The world seemed to move in slow motion around her as she ran, making it easy to navigate the forest until she came upon a clearing near the flood plan of a creek. Several trees were strewn across the ground and some were leaning to rest against others, while large boulders rested on the bank next to the creek.
I guess moving a boulder would be a good test; especially since it is still partly stuck in the ground.
Grace stepped over to the boulder, making sure not to step in the muddy areas, and placed both hands against the rock before giving it a hard shove, only to stumble and about fall on her face in shock as it rolled across the clearing and slammed into another tree.
Well… queue anime sweat drop right about now. How the heck am I going to explain the dent in the tree and the boulder trail?
Deciding to put the boulder back where it was, she sped over to it and carefully rolled it back to the dip in the ground where it was resting before. Grace looked at the tree and decided just to leave it and let any hiker come to their own conclusions about what happened.
That's enough strength testing. I think I'll just head home and see if I can actually beat some of my fighting video games instead of just pressing buttons at random and hoping something works.
She ran back through the forest, her mental clock suggested it was around three in the morning, so she some time to kill before making any major decisions after day break.
…
It was nearing nine o'clock when Grace finished beating her Fantastic Four game. Sighing she set the controller down and looked out her bedroom window.
I guess it's time to face the music. I'm not going to kill people to survive and animal blood isn't an option. I wonder what a wooden stake would do-
Grace was pulled out of her thoughts as she noticed a truck coming down her drive way. It was an older Chevy model and her enhanced eyesight was able to see through the windshield to spot two men in the cab.
Wait a second… I recognize them. They were the security guards at the mall yesterday.
Grace focused her hearing to see if she could tell what they wanted to talk to her about, only for her fangs to emerge as the sound of their heartbeats flooded her ears.
Dang it! This is not the time for fangs.
Forcing her fangs to retract, she turned her attention to the conversation the men were having as they parked and stepped up of the truck. One of the guys had dirty blond hair in longer style crew cut, while the other had short black hair and some visible scars on his face. The blonde looked to be around mid-twenties and the other one looked closer to thirty-five or forty.
"Alright, the mall security cameras showed this girl being grabbed two nights ago by a suspected vampire. The cameras show her walking away the next morning," the dark haired one said as he pulled a machete out of the backseat of the truck.
The blond nodded and pulled another machete out of the truck. "So it's most likely that he turned her."
"Yep, and you know what that means," the other replied, holding the machete up so that the sunlight reflected off the blade. "Off with the vamp's head."
They each tucked a machete into a sheath on the inside of their jackets before they started walking towards her house.
Grace had frozen in shock after hearing their conversation, before shaking her head with a sigh.
Why didn't I think of this? If vampires are real that means vampire hunters are too, but I guess this solves my dilemma…
Hearing the hunters' footsteps on the porch, she took a deep breath and entered the living room, opening the door before they even had a chance to knock.
Feeling slight amusement at their stunned expression, she made sure not to breathe in as she greeted them.
"Hello," Grace said and stepped out on the porch, pulling the door shut behind them. "What brings you out here?"
If they do attack I want to make sure my landlord doesn't have to clean up a bloody mess. Hopefully I can convince them to move away from the house, but first I'm curious about what kind of cover story they use.
The two men quickly schooled their expression and stepped back to maintain a distance from Grace.
"I'm Joey Bisson and this is my partner Fredrick Galloway," the blonde man said with a nod to the dark haired one.
Uh huh... the first names are probably your real ones, but I'd bet the last names aren't. Next they'll probably say they are Feds or something.
Grace crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, indicating for them to continue.
Joey and 'Fred' reached into their pockets, as if on cue, and pulled out badges and quickly flashed them at her.
"We are with the FBI and we're investigating some murders in the area," Fred explained as if it was rehearsed, which it probably was.
Score one for me.
"What's that got to do with me?" Grace asked, meeting their eyes with a challenging expression.
Neither one backed down. "We saw footage from a mall surveillance camera that recorded you being attack two nights ago and we were curious as to why you didn't report it," Joey said calmly.
Deciding to drop the act, Grace shrugged. "I'm pretty sure you know why. I recognize you from the mall where you were dressed up as security guards. I could also hear your conversation when you pulled up," she said and was once again awarded with stunned expressions as both hunters stepped back and pulled out their machetes simultaneously.
"I knew it. What's your plan? Are some of your little friends waiting in the woods to attack while you distract us?" Fred said with a sneer while Joey glanced around the yard.
Before Grace had the chance to explain, Fred swung his machete towards her neck and all conscious thoughts disappeared from her mind as she dodged and jumped off the porch.
Her fangs glinted in the sunlight as she crouched, waiting for either one of them to attack as they stared at her in shock.
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