Another chapter yay! Just a warning this one is a little gory. The ideas just kinda spun out on the paper also sad cry there are only 2 chapters left but I won't be able to put them up till Monday. I'm sorry but I am going on vacation during that time and won't be able to put them up. I'm sorry for the delay yet again, but it will be your worthwhile, at least I hope.

Here you go:

In the near dark I dodge trees and jumped over the roots that tried to trip me. The only noise was my feet hitting the rotting leaves, making the air smell of rotting organic matter, and my short quiet gasps for air. I was so stupid to have done this I thought. No way they could find me in the dark.

Stopping I leaned forwards to catch my breath. Looking around in the surrounding darkness for an outline of anything. John better be right about the demon hiding a huge something, maybe in a cabin.

Standing straight I looked behind me and listened for footsteps but all was quiet. Damn it I thought I'm such an idiot. Turning around to go back the hunting knife in my hand reflected the moonlight.

It felt heavy in my hand and I turned the blade side to side watching the moonbeams bounce off the shiny blade. Absent minded I checked to make sure I had my pocket knife and the knife John gave me. They were still in my jacket.

I'm so stupid I thought and took a step forward. A low growl filled the clearing and I froze in mid step. Turning around I searched the darkness for eyes. A set of eyes flashed yellow and I tightened my grip on the knife. Tonight was the night it would end I thought.

"Bring it!" I yelled

The werewolf leaped out, its grey fur sleek across its lean body. It watched me warily, making circles around me until I lunged. The knife biting deep into its shoulder.

"Come on." I whispered and growled at it.

The were jumped and I moved the knife towards my stomach for an upward thrust. Instead the wolf knocked me down, my hands pinned to my stomach, the knife's blade jabbed upwards into the werewolf's heart.

The smell of death and blood made me gag. And I could feel the blood sink into my clothes. The weight was crushing me and I couldn't move. It's tongue rolled out, slapping my cheek and for a horrified moment I thought it was alive.

But slowly the fur melted away to leave a dead girl, her eyes glazed over, on me. I pushed her off, ripping the knife from her chest with a slosh. The tip was missing from the knife and I thanked the brothers that the knife was silver.

Shaking my head I looked at the body one last time. Kneeling down I placed her hands over her chest and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, standing up.

A scream filled the night, spinning around I took a step forward. It didn't sound like the brothers. It came again, weaker this time. It sounded muffled.

"Hello? Where are you?" I cried.

Something crashed through the trees and knocked me to the ground. I slid across the wet ground, turning my head to the side so my neck wouldn't break. The knife flew from my hands and embedded itself into a tree with a loud thunk.

My lungs and heart screamed from the pressure of the werewolf standing on top of me. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. This is an awful way to die I thought. The werewolf bent it's head close to my face and a string of drool hit my face, sliding to the ground near my mouth.

I couldn't draw in enough air to yell. I was helpless. It clicked it's teeth at me and it's head disappeared from my vision. The hair rose on my neck and I heard it open it's mouth.

Panic swelled in my chest, tossing my head back I hit it square in the nose. There was a sickening crack then a howl, It fell off of my and i scrambled up.

Spinning around, I grabbed my pocket knife, snapped it open and threw it at the wolf. I knew I didn't have enough time, and as soon as the blade left my hand I bolted for the one stuck in the tree.

Time slowed as I ran to the tree that held the silver hunting knife. I thought of the wolf running up behind me and urged myself to run faster. I pulled at the knife but it was stuck.

I swore loudly, when I remembered John's knife. I yanked it from the jacket pocket, gripping it tightly and spun around. The small blade shone brightly in the dark and it surprised me. I scanned the clearing for the wolf, waiting for an ambush. None came and the sound of bones griding caught my attention. I walked forwards and went where the dead girl lay. Next to her was a half human half wolf, my blade buried to the hilt between it's eyes.

I shuddered as its body stopped convulsing and the transformation from wolf to human stopped leaving something in between.

"Two poi-ahhh!" I screamed as I was hurled across the clearing, the world spinning. I couldn't tell which way was up or what was down.

When I came to a halt I closed my eyes and tried to move. The ground shook as something landed at my feet. At least I think it was my feet. My head ached profusely. Moving slightly I tried sitting up on my elbows only to have my shoulders shoved into the ground. Te smell of musk filled my nose.

I cried out as my shoulders popped out of place. Opening my eyes all I could see were three inch teeth and a very big mouth. The smell of death was over powering and I gagged. I screamed as I was lifted from the ground and slammed into it again. I prayed it was some freak bear, that was annoyed. As the thing closed its mouth it showed a wolves head. My heart faltered, it was a huge werewolf.

I groaned and it roared so loud my ears popped. My world spinning and half dead I turned my head to see John's knife sticking up from the mud. Droll hit my face as the monster of a werewolf rose on it's hind legs. What was it doing? I wondered, squeezing my eyes shut then opening them quickly everything became clear. Only to realize what it was going to do.

It was going to crush me to death. The were opened its mouth and the thought of it biting my head off shook me awake. I lunged for the knife screaming as one of my shoulders popped back into place.

I never made it, my fingers brushed the blade slicing my fingers, before the wolf slammed into me, its teeth making a loud click near my ear as it bit earth. Half on my stomach half on my right side, I shivered as the beast roared again pulling itself up for anther strike. Its muzzle hit the back of my head as it swung it's head up.

There was a loud bang and I jumped. Something wet hit my cheek and rolled into my mouth. I tasted blood, the wolf roared. I screamed as it moved past me. I tried getting up but the wolf heard me and swung a giant hand at me. I flew backwards and slammed into a tree.

Knocked out of breath and dazed I sat there, my body screaming in pain. I heard dull yelling and screeching. I have to stop this I thought, but I couldn't move. I felt like a lead weight. The brothers yelled and more shots were fired.

A burning sensation shot through my body and I groaned as my other shoulder slid into place. Opening my eyes I assessed the situation quickly. The boys were shooting round after round of silver bullets at the werewolf but they never slowed it down.

John's knife wasn't far from me, feeling renewed I stood up and started to run. Without slowing down I ripped the knife from the ground. The wolf's back was to me and I jumped at it. Grabbing one of its ears I brought its head down.

"DON"T SHOOT!" Dean yelled as I stabbed the werewolf in the back, piercing its heart.

Roaring it swung a trash can sized hand at me. Stepping back the wolf fell and only a claw nicked my chin.

"Jesus." Dean breathed.

I collected the knives, the one from the tree came out jerkily, and started walking pas t the brothers as they watched the monstrous werewolf fade back to human. My heart was beating fast and I felt lightheaded. The smell of gore and death clung to me. Slipping John's and my own knife back into my jacket I handed the broken hunters knife to Sam.

"Sorry bout the tip." I whispered, throat feeling raw.

"God. You okay Julia?" Dean asked turning to watch me walk away.

"Yea. I'm fine." I said breathless.

Everything went black.