God, this world is ugly.
The more I looked for monsters fucking up humanity, the more I learn about what shouldn't exist. Apparently there are they people called 'hunters' who kill monsters like vampires and werewolf's and whatever else is out there running around, not that I've ever met one so I don't know if it's true.
I know how to kill vampires, so that's what I plan to stick to. I still can't believe this whole other world right under our noses. Just another reason I want it gone. Probably will never happen, but I like to think I can make a change.
Willowcreek and North Carolina seem so far away now. Judy and I have been on the road for roughly six months now. I don't want any other mother to be brutally murdered like ours was and no other kids to end up like us.
I was probably crazy. Barely sixteen. Freshly sharpened machete. Heart pounding in my ears. I brushed my bangs to the side and tried to steady my breath. It was cold and my breath fogged in front of me. I walked slowly, leaves crunching quietly under my feet as I did. Pressing my body against the side of the rundown house I peeked around the corner, my heart still beating loudly in my ears.
I saw three people. Two women and a man. I hated how human they looked. I couldn't hear what they were talking about. One of the women and the man walked off in the opposite directing and the other girl came towards me. I swung my machete hard at her head and it tumbled off, hitting the ground with a nasty 'thump'. The sound alerted the other two vamps walking away and they quickly turned around. I slid back into the shadows and pulled my hood up.
"What the hell?" the guy barked, cradling the body of the bitch I just killed. He hissed and his teeth grew long and sharp, searching the grounds for me. I started walking towards him no longer feeling fear. It got easier each time.
The guy snapped his head around when the leaves started to crunch under my footsteps. I swung the blade and felt it rip through the flesh and bone and then air the metal dripping in blood. I looked into his vacant eyes for a second before I turned to the other girl.
She was shaking and on her knees, fear running down her pale cheeks. She didn't speak, though, and almost looked thankful as I cut her head off. I stood still for several moments not sure how to handle that reaction. I clenched my jaw and stepped back from the bodies. Still can't handle blood very well. I swallowed the bad taste in my mouth and walked away.
I knew there were more, at least five more. I walked quietly towards the front of the house, keeping my eyes out for the freaks, but not well enough apparently because a hand dug into my shoulder and slammed me into the wall. I struggled to get air back into my lung and realized I'd dropped my machete.
"Dammit." I cursed. The vamp smirked showing off his God awful teeth. He was bulky like the first dude I'd killed and just as ugly too.
"I'm gonna kill you." He snarled. I worked up a wad and shot it at his face. The glob dripped down from his brow to his ugly, hooked nose.
"Looks like an improvement to me." I smirked sarcastically. He gripped my throat tighter and I choked slightly. I brought my knee up into his gut. I know I didn't hurt him, so I surprised him more than anything, but he dropped me and I was able to pick up my blade just as he tackled me.
This position was eerily familiar, but I shoved the memories down. I shoved the blade through his neck and felt the blood run down my hand. I tore it through the rest of the flesh and pushed the body off mine. I laid back breathing hard. I sat up and winced feeling a sharp pain in my ribs. Four down, I thought numbly.
Pushing open the front door my eyes fell on an older woman with silvery hair and three more guys not near as big as the first two. They were thin and scrawny like the one that had killed my mother. The four stood fast and several chairs toppled over.
"Greg! Sabastian!" the woman yelled. I smirked.
"It's gonna be hard for them to speak with their head cut off." Her eyes fell to the bloody machete in my hand.
"Hunter." She growled and lowered her head like a feral animal. "Kill 'em!" she yelled at the three other men. They hesitated for a few seconds. I brought up my weapon and egged them on. The one that charged was only slightly bigger than the other two guys and had a dragon tattoo curling up his neck. I focused in on his neck and when he was close enough I swung hard. The sharpened blade sliced through cleanly and swiftly. The guy stopped in his steps and stood still for a few seconds before he fell forward and his head toppled to the side and rolled a few feet.
"If I'm a hunter, then you know exactly what I'm going to do to you." I pointed my freshly bloodied blade at the woman. She growled and flung her arm at me, signaling the other two to attack. I readied for the two front attack.
Around six months ago I couldn't hold my own in a fight. I couldn't fight back against simple bullies, but now I could hold my own pretty well against freakin' vampires. Probably puberty kicking in now that I think about it.
I punched the guy with a blonde Mohawk and dozens of piercings in the throat. While he stumbled backward I was able to turn my attention to the other guy with a major uni-brow. I ducked his right hook and shoved my knee into his groin. He groaned and in his moment of laps I sliced his head off. I turned to the other vamp, a whip of blood following.
He hesitated bring a hand to his throat as if to protect it. I was panting, but besides that the only sound was the blood splattering on the wood floor as it dripped off the machete.
"Kill him already, dammit!" the older woman screamed, but I could hear the fear in her voice. "He's a child!"
"A child who took down Greg and Sabast—" I cut off his head and his sentence. Blood splattered against my face, I wiped it away as I turned to the woman. She was seething with anger. She was faster and stronger than I had anticipated, which was stupid of me.
The old woman shoved me against the wall, knocking off a photo and shattering the glass. Her fangs were bared and she was snapping at my neck. I brought my knee up into her gut a few times, but her bony grip was like steel.
"You killed my family." Her voice, though laced with anger, cracked with hurt.
"Then your kind shouldn't have killed mine." I hissed back not feeling any remorse for her or her family. How many families had they destroyed? I dug my teeth into her arm. She reared back hissing with blood streaming from the wound. I gaged and forced her against the wall holding the bloody blade against her throat. I spat the blood in my mouth out gaging again at the taste. Not dying today either.
I finished the job and her head tumbled to the floor. Unable to control my gut anymore, I threw up. I wiped my mouth and headed out into the cold air. I shivered at the sudden chill.
Judy and the car were parked a mile away and hopefully she was asleep, but doubt it. I couldn't blame her for waiting up for me. I'd do the same if the positions were switched.
Just as I suspected, she was up. She came running towards me probably to give me a hug, but stopped when she seen my bloody clothes. Her nose wrinkled at the sight. I didn't want to know what I looked like.
"Did you get them?" I nodded looking up at the stars.
"Yeah, I got them."
"Good. They can't hurt anyone now." She nodded in approval.
"Come on, you should be asleep." I ushered her towards the car. It was far past midnight and her unenforced bedtime.
"Aww, come on, can we please stay up a while?" I smiled softly at her pleading.
"I guess." I let out an exasperated sigh and smirked at her. She squealed and did a little dance. I shook my head at her as I walked to the trunk to change and find something to eat. I put on a clean t-shirt and a pair of jeans and grabbed an apple. I bit into its red flesh enjoying its sweet juices as I shut the trunk.
I sat on the hood of the car with Judy and I leaned back against the windshield. "Hey, Ethan, have you thought about killing other monsters?" I had a feeling she'd been wanting to ask that for a while and I had thought about it.
"I only know how to kill vampires." Still sounded crazy when I said it. Vampires. I just can't take it seriously. Maybe I should call them something else. Bloodsuckers? Fanged douchebags? I'll have to think about it.
"You said there were hunters that did this for a living, could you talk to one of them?" she turned her head to face me, but I continued to look at the stars.
"The less people who know us the better. We already have our faces plastered around the country. If we get caught they might separate us." I hated the thought. Just as I had suspected, when the police had found the massacre in our house it was all over the news. Probably should have just set the house on fire when we left. Why do I get these great ideas way after the fact?
"I don't want that to happen." Her voice shook slightly. "Where are we going now?" I shrugged.
"I don't know. Guess just drift till we get whiff of another nest." She just nodded and stayed silent for several minutes.
"Ethan, do you think angels are real?" I didn't answer for several seconds.
"Do you?" I frowned at the stars.
"I like to think Mom's one." She sighed with a tone of sadness.
"I do too, Kiddo." I reached over and ruffled her hair. She giggled and slapped my hand away.
"Do you think she's proud of us?"
"I don't know, honestly. I don't think killing vampires was on her list of possibilities for our future." Judy giggled again.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Of course I am." I smirked. She poked my side and I jerked away. I hated being ticklish. I saw her yawn and had to practically drag her into the car.
We'd gotten used to sleeping in the car. She slept in the back and I slept in the front seat. Sometimes we slept in a motel, but it's not like we had any income so we were living on the money I'd withdrawn from mom's account. I had the cash stuffed into seat and cleverly made it look normal. Considering there was several thousand dollars I was able to withdraw before they froze her account, I didn't want it getting stolen.
I still couldn't sleep well and when I did I still saw her body and I never saved Judy in time. Sometimes I drove through the night while Judy slept, others I just stared at the roof, mostly though I just thought over my kills.
After I had finished the mother off I had searched the grounds for any more bloodsuckers. If there were any, they ran off. I sighed and tried to relax into the stiff leather.
I pulled the car into a parking lot of a motel and cut the engine. As soon as I got the key, Judy was running down the line of doors looking for the right one. She was bouncing on her heals waiting beside the door. I chuckled and opened it.
Saving money was top priority, but after a successful kill I checked us into a motel for a night for a chance to sleep in an actual bed.
Right as the door opened, Judy b-lined it to the bathroom and shut the door. We didn't get the chance to shower much either unless it was at a truck stop or something like that. She was in there for almost an hour while I laid on my bed with my mp3 player.
"Your turn." She chimed happily while drying her hair with a fluffy towel. "You stink by the way."
"Thanks." I glared at her before heading to the bath. The hot water felt great on my tense muscles. Hacking off heads was not easy, not to mention all the blood. I shivered at the memory of the feeling of blood on my skin. Thick and then crusty and the smell.
I took a deep breath of steam and pushed the memories away. I got out much quicker than Judy did. Couldn't understand why she took such longer showers considering she didn't even have to do all those girly things. I sighed and pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and laid the towel around my shoulders.
Judy was eating a PB&J while watching TV. I sat down beside her and we watched Tom and Jerry till late. At some point we both fell asleep and I rolled off the bed at three in the damn morning. I groaned and crawled into my bed after tucking Judy under the covers and we both sleep till almost noon.
"Ethan." I felt someone poke my face. Still half away, I brushed it away. "Ethan!" I jerked awake and nearly fell off the bed again.
"What?" I asked my breath uneven. She shrugged.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't dead." I glared at her and rubbed my face. "You need a haircut." She chuckled while running her finger through my long hair.
"It's not that bad." I was still pretty groggy.
She tilted her head to the side and pinched her brows together. The exact same thing mom did when she was thinking. "You look more Emo that usual.
"I am not Emo." I glared at her harder. She shrugged again.
"All you need is some black hair dye and eyeliner." She smirked. I reached over and smacked her upside the head. The little jerk. Now she had me self-conscious so I went to the bathroom and picked up the scissors by the sink.
I'm no professional, but it wasn't bad. I didn't want to admit Judy was right, but. . .she was right. Damn her. I brushed the hair clippings into the trash and exited the bathroom. Judy stuck her tongue out at me when she saw me. I ignored her.
"Come on, Kiddo, time to get moving." I grabbed my bag and waited for her to pack hers.
"Hey, it's still pretty early. We could go see a matinée at the theater?" I thought about it for a few minutes. A little fun wouldn't be so bad.
"Alright, fine." She crushed my waist with a hug while squealing. She let go and I sucked in a deep breath finally able to breathe again. "That must be what it's like to wear a corset." I muttered leaning on my knees.
"Come on slow poke!"
"Don't try and kill me and I'll move faster!" I yelled back at her, but wasn't able to contain a smile. For being a little thing still she had a deadly hug.
It was nice to see a movie and Judy sure enjoyed it. After that we made a quick stop and the grocery store and we were back on the highway.
"Ethan, where are we going exactly?" I glanced back at her but her head was down, focused on her coloring.
"I don't know." We'd been driving for several months now, not in a straight line though, more of a zigzag. Hitting as many states as possible. Sightseeing really, and if I got whiff of a job we stuck around for a few weeks.
"Well, where ever we go next, can we go horseback riding? I think it'd be fun." I smiled softly. Judy always loved horses. I didn't have the heart to tell her mom had been planning something like that for her birthday, but obviously that never happened so instead she got a slice of chocolate pie with a candle stuck in it. I mean, she loved it, but I felt like I had seriously sucked at the role of big brother. Still do sometimes.
She should be in school, making friends, living life as a normal kid. Not reading books from the local libraries. At least she loved to read and learn. I tried to keep her out of the whole killing thing I did, but she was smart and knew what I was doing and often worried if I wasn't back by a certain time.
"Whad'ya think?" she held up her coloring book and the picture she'd been filling it.
"Looks awesome." I meant it too, it's a hell of a lot better that what I would have done at her age. One thing I really didn't like is how much she's grown up lately. She doesn't act seven anymore and that worries me, but the thought of us getting separated and going to new families was an even worse thought. A lesser of two evils I guess.
"I miss her." Her voice was solemn. I hadn't even realized she'd opened the metal box and was looking through the pictures. It was the photo of Mom and Dean sitting on the hood of that nice car.
"I do too, Judy, I do too."
"Is that guy with her your dad?" I hadn't told her about the letter mom wrote.
"Apparently."
"You look like him."
"Ya think?" I smiled softly at her in the rearview mirror. She nodded while looking through the other pictures.
"Definitely, if you cut your hair shorter you'd look just like him."
"Not happening. I like my hair just the way it is." I hit the gas to pass a car.
"Wait, are you even legal to drive?" I shrunk back a little into my seat.
"Well, technically, no, no I'm not. But we haven't died yet so I can't be that bad." She glared at me from the back seat and I snorted in laughter.
"If you kill me, I'm haunting you." She jabbed her finger into my shoulder.
"I'll be looking forward to it, Kiddo."
"Midnight?"
"Midnight." I confirmed, shutting the trunk.
"You promise?" she crossed her arm and looked at me sternly. I held my hands up in a surrendering fashion.
"I promise." She frowned harder. "Look, how many times have I done this?" Her blue eyes rolled and muttered seven. "Exactly, everything will be just fine." I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head. I gazed at her as I stepped back trying to be reassuring, "You know the rules." She nodded solemnly and locked the car doors after she got in. Midnight, I thought and looked at my watch that read 10:06.
I'd staked out this place for a week. There were three men and six women. I'd definitely have to be quiet and efficient if I wanted to make it out unharmed, but I knew that was wishful thinking. I traced the thin scar on my left hand with my thumb. No matter how hard I tried to forget, shove down, or act like it never happened, it was always there to remind me what exactly happened that night and always in great detail.
God, how long ago was it now? Two-almost three years. Hard to believe I'd been doing this so long. I cut off into the woods to circle around to the back of the house. I watched for a few minutes and was about to exit the tree line when an old pick-up truck rumbled in. Two guys got out and dragged another guy with them to the house. He wasn't passed out, but he was gagged and look extremely drowsy and by the small trail of blood running down his neck I could tell that the bloodsuckers had been snacking. One thing I'd noticed over the years is that these bastards had a lot more control that the one that killed my mom. I never lingered on the thought for long, though.
My blood boiled as my mother flashed through my mind. I wish I could just forget her. I ran out of the trees thankful for it being early spring and the ground soft, swallowing up my footsteps. In one quick movement, as the larger of the two vamps turned his head it tumbled to the ground and before his partner could react, I had him at blades point and trembling.
Their captive stared up at me with pleading eyes, too tired and gagged to speak, but I knew what he wanted. To forget and act like it never happened, to get away. Yeah, I knew that well.
The bastard was about to speak, but I zeroed in on that sweet spot on the neck where my machete sliced through the neck with the least amount of resistance, struck and swung. Hard. A spray of blood followed and a large thud as the body fell soaking the grass.
I gently leaned down to the guy who was still pretty out of it but awake enough to be freaked out. Couldn't blame him, I'd be freaked out too if I saw a teenager cut off two guys heads. I tugged the gag out of his mouth and wrapped it around his neck in case the wound decided to reopen at some point. I picked him up under the arms and dragged him to the side of the house. He didn't respond besides with his eyes and a faint lift of his hand which I think was a thank you. I just hoped he had enough blood to survive till I could get him to a hospital.
I walked a few feet and cautiously peaked into the window but ripped my poor eyes away. After a few deep breaths and gags I looked back and confirmed what I had thought—and wished I hadn't—seen seconds before. The other guy and two of the girls were having a hardcore threesome. Gross, but their distraction would make my job easier and it explained why they hadn't heard the noise just outside.
Just as I predicted it was easy to cut the guy's head off and one of the girls, but by that time the other woman was aware of the situation and pissed off. I held my blade close to my body and looked her up and down. Blonde hair, hazel eyes, hour glass figure; pretty by society standards.
She smirked and walked towards me running her slender fingers over her pale body, trying to seduce me. But I had a secret weapon. As she neared she reached for me and I let her think she was getting to me. "I know what you want, come'er." She smiled sweetly. I licked my lips and looked her up and down again and made sure to linger in place. Just a little closer.
I shoved my blade into her abdomen. Her eyes widened and her jaw fell open in a silent, surprised scream. I tore the knife out and finished the job. I glared at the blood on my hands and pooling around my shoes. After I searched the house for the other four women and didn't find them, I checked the time on my phone. Crap, 11:31. I had 29 minutes to finish the job and get back to Judy which wasn't going to happened. It'd take me longer than that just to walk back to the car.
"Dammit." I cursed and realized a vehicle was coming down the drive. I hid with the captive and pressed a finger to my lips. He nodded so slightly I almost didn't see it. I watched the other truck pull up and out stepped the four women and a couple of guys. They looked heavily drunk by the way they stumbled and laughed hysterically.
Suddenly, the women composed themselves and hit the three men over the head, knocking them out. Their ring leader barked an order to get them in side and tie them up, bringing them straight to me. I stood from my crouching position and tightened my grip on the machete.
One of them screamed and that's when I attacked. Slicing my blade through one neck and them pivoting on my foot and slicing off another head, but the third caused problems. I lost sight of her and was attacked from behind. She jerked me back hard and the blade fell from my hands. I struggled and kicked, but she was strong and threw me against the wall I had just been hiding against.
"Fucking hunter!" she loudly exclaimed to her leader. The girl started to cry and bent down to pick up the head of the first guy I'd killed. "He killed Jeff. . ." her words trailed off into a blubbering mess, but I felt no sympathy for her.
The older woman latched her hand around my neck and for a second I saw the vamp that killed my mother leaning toward me with bloody teeth. I squirmed as the woman tightened her grip and saw that her plain brown eyes were glassy.
"Fuck you, bitch." I spat. "You all deserve to die." The younger woman who had been cradling the severed head of her lover screamed and flung herself at me, pushing the other woman out of the way and punched me.
I saw stars for several seconds while she was screaming something along the line of "not wore eating". I pulled my self together and dove for my precious machete. Just as my hand wrapped around the blade she grabbed my leg and pulled me back.
"You hunters just can't mind your own damn business! We're just tryn'ta survive!" I was getting sick of her whining. I managed to jerk away and stand up, but my freedom didn't last long. An arm wrapped my throat. Could I for once just not have some try to cut off my breathing? Was that too much to ask?
"I'm gonna love killin' you." She purred in my ear and shiver ran down my spine.
"Good luck." I'd gotten out of worse situations that this and I wasn't about to die now, not yet. I drove my elbow into her ribs and heard her gasp, but her grip hardly loosened. I kept fighting as the other girl approached with her teeth out and hissing, aiming for my neck.
I struggled to figure out how to get out of this and knowing it was past midnight by now and that Judy was probably worried sick. What would she do without me? That was enough to get me to fight harder, but it was all in vain.
I was beginning to see spots in my vision as that arm constricted on my throat. I'm. . .sorry, Judy.
I watched helplessly as the bloodsucker pressed her teeth to my neck. I weakly brought my knee into her gut, but I was so oxygen deprived it was more of a gentle nudge. Still, she started gasping and the arm around my neck fell away. I fell to the ground and sucked in air greedily. I grabbed the machete and stood, whacking the head off the older woman as she reached for something.
I stumbled backwards still trying to suck air back into my body. Small arms wrapped around me and I nearly fell, but they kept me up. I leaned over on my knees and breathed deep. When I could think clearly I looked up and met worried bright blue eyes that were far too familiar.
"J-Judy?" I began to panic as I looked her over. Blood covered her hands and splattered her face. In her right had she held a hunting knife I'd bought in the last town we were in because I thought it looked cool. Behind her laid the body of the bitch about to tear out my neck. "What are you doing here?" I was still breathless and my voice a bit raspy.
"Saving your ass from getting killed!" she waved her arms around and spoke loudly. Too loud for my pounding head.
"You know the rules!" I hiss and stood up.
"I had a bad feeling." She muttered, less angry. "And it's a good thing I came, otherwise you'd be dead." Her voice cracked and her lower lip trembled. I was still upset with her, but my anger dissipated.
I was about to say something when I heard the deep rumble of an engine coming closer. I jerked Judy to the wall to hide. I heard her gasp and lean down to the blood deprived man.
"He needs to go to a hospital. I parked the car close." She whispered. "His pulse is low." She muttered worriedly a few seconds later. I should have been worried for the guy too, but I was more worried about the incoming car.
I'd watched the house for a week, I knew there were only nine. I reached over slowly and picked up the machete and pressed myself against the rough wood siding. The engine cut and two doors open and closed. I didn't even realize I had my arm pressed against Judy's chest to make sure she stayed plastered against the wall.
"What the hell happened here?" I heard one voice. Deep and a little raspy.
"I don't know, Dean. Did you heard about any other hunters in town?" another voice. Not as raspy.
"No, but somebody did this." I heard footsteps and tensed then I realized that he was just gesturing to my handing work. I peeked around the corner and looked at the two voices. Two grown men looking very confused as they studied a body. I watched them till the longer haired guy looked up and saw me. I turned my head so that I was fully hidden again.
"Dean." He said lowly. I turned to Judy and mouthed 'run', but the brat shook her head looking very determined to defy me. I pulled her up and pushed her back as I heard the unmistakable sound of guns being pulled out and took off safety. Judy heard it too, but only tightened her grip on my black jacket.
The two men turned the corner, guns ready. I reached around and gripped Judy with one hand and with the other held the bloody machete out in front of me. I squinted into the light of their flashlights.
"Kids?" they both exclaimed confused, but I could care less about what they thought about the sight before them. I just wanted to get Judy to safety. They glanced at each other before turning the lights off and putting the pistols away.
"Did you do this?" the dark, long haired one asked while gesturing to the mess of bodies and blood.
"Yeah, so what." I spat, not trusting these guys. Judy peeked around me and looked at the two and then up at me. I just shrugged not sure what to say.
"You did this?" the other guy spoke, looking at me in disbelief.
"What are you, deaf?" his face fell at my sass.
"What's your name, kid?" the other guy with the long hair asked. I brushed the hair out of my face so I could see them better.
"Ethan Grey." I thought about a fake name, but figure what's the point.
"And I'm Judy, his sister."
"Who was supposed to stay in the car." I hiss and she looked away sheepishly.
"You really thought I was going to leave when you didn't get back in time. No! And besides, this is the second time I've saved you ass, so you owe me." She crossed her arms and smirked.
"Hey, language." I jabbed an accusing finger at her.
"Ass, ass, ass, ass, ass!" she chanted childishly and stuck her tongue out. I growled and drug a hand down my face. I throat cleared as I turned to the two men standing awkwardly and few yards away.
"What are your names then? Since we're being so friendly." I crossed my arms and glared at them.
"Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam."
I tried to hide my shock. I really did.