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A rumble gurgles up from the Alpha's chest; it burns up his throat and expels itself between clenched teeth as he rounds the corner; the smear of blood and its trail along the floor the only evidence of its owner's previous presence.

So, Grandfather Campbell is on the run.

A smirk emerges on his blood crusted lips and his tongue darts out to moisten the delicate skin of his mouth, the distinctive flavour of Dean's blood still present from his last taste.

This ought to be entertaining.

Unless he has misjudged the sight of the hunter's pathetic attempt to escape, Samuel is a hypocrite. The Campbells and Winchesters; they have claimed to be the authority on protecting their own. And while that may be true of the Winchester sons, the bond between the two witnessed first-hand, the falsity of the statement in reference to the eldest Campbell disgusts him. Samuel has fled; has crawled along the floor like the sludge he represents; has left his 'family' at the mercy of him, a so-called monster, in an effort to save his own worthless skin.

No matter. He can smell him, the scent of the hunter's blood leading the father of the vampire race towards his goal. He bristles at the thought of this human; righteous and arrogant right up until the moment when the balance shifts and the hunter becomes the hunted. The patriarch of the Campbell family is destined to die bloody; broken and snivelling like the rabid dog that needs to be done away with after its poison has infected those it claims to love.

He whispers to the empty corridor as he follows the path of crimson towards the exit and the world outside. "Samuel. You talk of loyalty and family and the bonds that tie them yet you cower and hide like a thief in the night. There is no place to hide. There is no place to run. You are no match for the likes of me."

A step into the evening air and the vampire inhales deeply. To a bystander it may seem a moment has been taken to bask in the freshness of the crisp, clean air, but to this creature each breathe is an intricate calculation; a homing technique that draws the lingering scent of copper into his senses to lead the way, like a streak of lightning that bursts across a moonless sky.

A tilt of his head and the infusion of fresh blood guide his stance and spurs on his increasing giddiness as he shifts his gaze to verify what his acute senses tell him. He narrows his eyes on the truck positioned beneath a flickering, dim yellow light that adorns the wall of the rundown building. He walks slowly, methodically and with purpose, his footsteps falling light and virtually free of sound.

The door of the cab is open; the hunter's legs extending out from the metal frame; a small pool of blackened earth signifying his wound still seeps delicious fluid. Extra voltage shoots through his already electrified senses at the sound of the human's attempt to start the vehicle; the one he assumes will lead him to safety.

Wrong.

Closer and closer he gets; more and more excitement courses through him and still the human fiddles with the truck, oblivious to the deadly stalker that stands in his midst. For a supposed seasoned hunter, Samuel Campbell's wits seem dim. So preoccupied with the notion of fleeing he doesn't even suspect that his life is about to be taken in a painful, tormenting, and most ironice, delectable way.

Mmmm. The vampire will relish the spectacle of it; as he watches this man's own flesh and blood drain him of life; as a grandfather's eyes freeze in horror on his grandson's; as the younger drowns himself in a shower of tantalizing, satisfying crimson.

"Fuck! Come on you piece of shit!"

The words are breathless and have a wonderfully urgent and panicked quality woven within them.

Delightful.

There is a thump that the Alpha assumes is the human's fist hitting the interior in frustration.

Delicious.

"For fuck sake, start already!"

He can't take anymore temptation; can no longer wait to make his presence known and commence this cowardly human's descent into torment and death.

"Going somewhere?"

Sudden stillness envelops the air. Samuel's legs go limp, his words stop, and any further attempts to bring the metal box back to life halt in that instant. Silence invades the outwardly calm and peaceful surroundings, but ignites a wondrous symphony in the Alpha's ears.

His palm leans against the hood and he pauses briefly to enjoy the chaotic rhythm and crescendo of a heart threatening to burst out of its owner's chest.

Exquisite.

Fingers stretch out and the awkward stillness is broken when the sharp ting of metal reverberates against the strum of nails against it; as the vampire inches the digits closer to their target and the heartbeat, already pounding at a hectic pace, intensifies.

A smile and a small chuckle emerge from the creature as he witnesses Samuel's sudden start back into animation; as he seems to uncoil and slither his way like a serpent from the confines he is currently housed in to finally face his judgement. As the hunter grips the door to support his weakening frame, the Alpha feels a small sting in his chest as a dart impales itself into his skin.

Pathetic.

"How does that feel fucker?!"

Campbell tries to smirk although his pain laced features give him away; as he tries desperately to display some sort of bravado through his breathless, shaky voice. The vampire wants to howl in delight at the performance the human is trying to portray and utterly failing at.

Worthless human.

"Stop it Samuel, that tickled."

Two more erroneous shots get off before the weapon is ripped from the man's feeble grasp and thrown into the night, the soft echo as it hits the ground in the distance causing the hunter to shudder involuntarily. The door is pushed violently into the man's body until he is immobilized; sandwiched between two slabs of metal. They stand eye to eye through the open window; the vampire relishing the unabashed fear that now dances within the human's gaze.

Slowly and one by one, slender fingers grip the protruding objects from their place in his chest; all the while a nightmarish mouth grins a grisly display of too many teeth, as they seem to glisten in the lamplight casting its glow from above.

Closer and closer the vampire leans through the opening, until the hunter's face is a mere inch from his own.

Samuel's eyes dart from the Alpha's teeth, to his eyes, to the outside world and back again.

The pitch is low when he finally speaks.

"Really Samuel, you disappoint me." A fingernail brushes against the jawline of the injured man. "You were much more formidable during our previous meetings. True, you are wounded but ahhhh yes," a look above to the night sky, "many things were a bit different then, I suppose. As I recall," a tap to his temple, thinking, "I was caged like an animal; forced to listen to your droning voice and endure the false superiority planted on your arrogant face."

The human tries to shrink back into the confines of the truck but that only spurs on the Alpha to press into the door that much more.

"But now, as you can clearly see, I have my freedom."

An inhuman hand snakes its way onto the man's bleeding wound, squeezing just enough for a delightful groan to escape from its captive's lips. The blood that begins to ooze more freely causes the Alpha to licks his lips; his gaze travelling to follow the flow of the fluid as it passes through the crevasses of his fingers. Slowly and deliberately he lifts his index finger to his mouth and takes in the digit, a slight moan escaping as he licks it clean.

The vampire shifts his gaze, now darkened and flickering with contempt, into the face of his enemy, and whispers.

"And you, hunter, have lost yours."

TBC... thanks for stopping by! :) FYI.. Sam and Dean will be back in full force next time!