Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Supernatural. They are all Kripke's creation.

Characters thoughts are in italics.

This story is set some time in Season 2.

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Chapter 10

By the time Bobby returned to the Winchester's hospital room, Shalimar had dozed off. He quietly walked to the chair.

Shalimar's eyes flew open. "Hi, Bobby."

"Hey." He dropped into the chair.

The vampire stood and stretched. "I'm going to get something to eat."

Bobby looked strangely at her. "Don't worry I have my own stash. I'm not going to attack some poor defenseless animal."

"I wasn't thinking that," he denied.

"Of course you weren't."

She headed for the door.

"So when are you coming back?"

"In about two hours or so."

The seasoned hunter's eyes narrowed. "Why so long?"

"I have something to take care of."

Before Bobby could ask another question, she left.

Shalimar jumped into her Dodge Neon. She heard two heartbeats. Her vampire eyes scanned the parking lot. Detectives Fitzroy and St. John were parked in a black sedan across the way. She acted oblivious and took off. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she noticed they were two cars behind.

I guess I wasn't as great an actress as I thought.

As soon as the woods came into view, she accelerated and swerved onto the turnoff. She drove into the small clearing, switched off her headlights and killed the engine. The black sedan flew past. She listened for awhile to make sure that the car didn't double back. It didn't. The young vampire stepped out of her vehicle and opened the trunk. She rummaged through the weapons compartment until she found a shovel and a tarp. Then she gingerly sped off to the larger clearing.

Nothing had changed since last night. The bullet ridden van and the Impala were still in their original positions. Flies were dancing around Kate's head and body. Her blood had soaked into the ground. The ax still projected from the earth.

Wherever I decide to bury her. It has to be somewhere her remains will never be found.

She extracted the ax from the ground, unfolded the tarp and laid Kate's remains inside. Using the shovel, she pried up the blood stained soil, poured it into the tarp and reclosed it. She slung the tarp over left shoulder and carried the shovel and ax in her opposite hand. The vampire started her trek to the pit.

Once there, she jumped into the pit. Dean's scent was faint but still lingered. She unloaded her cargo, sprang out of the pit and shoveled until the pit was completely filled. When she finished, her muscles were sore from the exertion. She tried to massage them which helped a little. Satisfied that Kate was properly interned, she returned to her Neon, unlocked the trunk and threw the shovel and ax inside the weapons compartment.

Time for a drink.

She opened the refrigeration unit, took out a plastic container of blood and chugged it. Her body instantly felt better.

Miller time's over.

She eased the car out of the woods and kept her headlights off until she returned to the main road.

"Where the hell did she go?" The detectives said in unison.

They drove until they reached a shabby old farmhouse. The door was ajar. They brandished their guns and went inside. As they walked down the hallway, they came across a head along with its body. An arrow projected from the body. Continuing down the corridor, they reached the last room on the left which was missing a door. When they looked inside, they found the door on top of which lay another headless body. Two wooden chairs were facing each other. Cut ropes were lying on the floor near each chair.

Detectives Fitzroy and St. John looked at each other. St. John spoke first. "What went on here?"

"Maybe forensics will be able to shed some light on that," Fitzroy replied.