Chapter Seven
Night had fallen again as Delia pulled up to the house on Preston Street. It was a modest sized rambler, but looked well kept and elegant. A few lights were on, but she couldn't see any movement. She waited for her the Winchesters to arrive, leaning on the hood of her car, watching the house intently. Something flickered in one of the windows, could it be movement? She leaper for her binoculars and shoved them to her eyes. After they were focused she stared at the window in question, she could now see a shadow moving around inside. Apparently, someone was home. Whether it was her vampire or a human, she had no idea. Suddenly, a blinding light appeared in her field of vision and the shadow inside disappeared. She peeled the binoculars off her eyes, and looked to the right. She was a black Impala approaching; well at least they were punctual. The men stepped out of the car and she scowled a little, "Geez, you certainly didn't sneak up on them did you! You could have at least turned the headlights off."
Dean adopted a surprised and innocent look, "But when how would I have been able to drive? It's dark outside."
She smirked at him, "Let's go. Remember, you guys are watching this entrance." She reached through the open passenger side window and grabbed a shoulder holster, a thigh holster, and a pair of wrist sheaths. She proceeded to the back of the car, hit the button on the side of the trunk, and a door opened revealing an array of weapons. Most of them looked brand new, and obviously well maintained. She grabbed two pistols, checked that they were loaded and put them in place in the shoulder holster. Then she went for what looked like a mini-Uzi and strapped it to her thigh. Flipping two knives in the air and catching them she grinned, "Silver, gotta love it." And put the knives in the sheaths on her wrists. Delia pulled a long black trench coat on, and loaded a few extra clips and some holy water into the many pockets. For a finishing touch, she added a silver cross around her neck.
Dean stood there, staring, open mouthed. "God, think you have enough rounds?"
"I want to be prepared. Is he's a master vamp, I'm gonna need all these rounds. If not, better to be safe than sorry. Oh and I nearly forgot." She reached back into the trunk, and emerged with a machete the length of her arm and attached it to her hip. "Ok, now I'm ready."
John watched the whole process, wide-eyed. "Will any of that actually work besides the silver? I mean, I've always heard that holy objects don't really repel vampires. At least it's never worked for me."
She looked at him very seriously. "It all depends on the faith of the wearer. You actually have to believe for it to work. I'm a believer so the cross should repel most minor vamps. And the silver won't kill them, but it'll hurt like hell. And the Uzi, well, it'll just about shoot someone clean in half; so it's effective enough. Then just to be sure, the machete to take off the head." The men gulped, fully realizing what a dangerous person she really was. Shooting a person in half seemed a little extreme, but who were they to judge? Delia proceeded toward the house, as she neared the door she turned and whispered. "If I'm not back in an hour, come check on me. And save me if necessary." She quickly picked the lock on the front door and silently slipped inside, shutting it behind her.
Dean, Sam, and John all took their places around the front edge of the house; watching for any sign of movement. They were on edge and brandishing their guns at anything that moved; tree branches, squirrels, passing cars, birds, even each other. Time ticked by and still Delia had not returned. Checking his watch, John looked worried. He whispered to his boys, "It's been to long. I'm going to go check it out."
Dean ran toward him and put a hand on his shoulder. "No, she has ten more minutes. She asked us for an hour." Then, they heard a shrill scream from inside the house. They all turned, horrified. "Ok, never mind. Let's go!" They ran for the door, kicking it open and burst into the house, guns drawn.
