Insides are torn out
By: Bed of Thorns
Episode 1
Among the Grave
Katharine entered the graveyard.
She knew something was different as soon as she entered it .She knew that once she entered that damn graveyard, things would go different. Maybe it was the quiet in the wind. No crickets, no birds, no voices, no wind making sound but she could feel it, as dead as the air could be. The headstones stayed so still it looked as though it swayed in the wind.
The intensity of the grave, she continued on looking out into the cemetery. She sighed, so much pain this gravesite took place but her sister's dead body was still here and she had a duty.
Katharine had a lot going through her head, the site of her sister's disemboweled face, the blood that slicked down her forehead. Katharine could not save her, and with that guilt it burned in her heart.
Katharine began to walk in between the grave markers, the many ornaments of flowers, and statues littered the grounds of the cemetery.
She knew once she would get home she was dead. Her fathers abusive and anger was always there, he would never change and he would never leave her alone but her sister needed her and she was going to be there.
Finally she reached the head stone. It was flat and on the ground with a vase sticking out. The gravestone was iron with black marble border around it.
It was expensive but her other brother Leo had paid for it with his lawyer money. I guess it was to say sorry for him that he was in Louisiana and not here to take care of her.
She looked down and read the marker like she had so many times before.
Morgan A. Ravenna
1995-2002
In God we trust her fragile soul
Katharine rolled her eyes and snorted, where was God when Morgan was dying? Katharine sighed and could only hope that her family was taking care of her sister in heaven.
Katharine laid the rose on her sister's grave and looked around noting grimly that the grave yard was getting bigger with more graves.
In the little town outside of Vega, Texas murders were becoming more frequent, all having wrist and neck injuries dying of blood lose and blood drinking.
Some thought it was the act of Satanists in the area and other thought that they were all going crazy.
Then again folks were always saying those things around there.
She shivered in the wind. Paranoia wormed inside her subconscious mind, the anxiety drilled inside her gut; into the dark lonely abyss she looked out, darkness was all she saw with the outline of trees and headstones.
She then took out her flashlight and turned it on, moving it slowly she didn't find anything suspicious.
Sighing she put away her foolish thought and began to smooth out the grave, wiping dirt and grass off of it.
Katharine felt the wind still and for a reason unknown to her she felt alarmed, she looked up and she blinked, nothing there all was the same. Katharine rolled her eyes at her own stupidity and then turned back to her work.
She didn't see that a hand was sticking out of the grave behind her.
She then felt as though someone or something was watching her. She felt their burning gaze on her, but she did not look up. She did not feel alarmed at the moment because well she thought she was being stupid.
Katharine heard snap. Looking up from the grave she turned around and saw . . . Mr. Dawson.
Mr. Dawson was a neighbor of hers, he had a wife and two kids that Katharine remembers used to go to the park often; he was murdered by whatever sick freak killed him. He is dead . . . was anyway.
Katharine let out an ear pitching scream a scream that could be heard for miles and yet she felt no hope.
"We have been here for two weeks and the killing keeps going. Who the hell is doing all of this?" Sam asked Dean in their motel room.
Dean sighed and looked up from his father's journal and slammed his fist on the counter "how should I know?" he snapped at Sam while looking down flipping through the pages. Sam ran a hand through his hair and fell back on the bed.
"I am tired of this cat mouse game. We know it's a vampire, who is the question" Sam responded. Dean looked at Sam in the corner of his eye and nodded.
"I know, but we have to do this. Now" Dean stood up and threw a thick brown leather jacket at Sam.
"I think we should go to the grave yard and watch and see if any of the victims have fully transformed to where they are now pure vampires" Dean said getting up from his chair and standing up and looked around the motel room.
The motel room was littered in the young men's clothing and books. Wrappers from Burger King and McDonalds lay still on the small kitchen counter. The trash can was over flowing.
The walls were a nicotine yellow and the in the center near the center wall were two twin beds covered in ratty green blankets. The carpet was a dingy orange and the small round table with two chairs was tucked away in the corner. The small kitchen was on the right, the stove was rusty and the counter was a dinged wood.
Sam nodded and threw on his faithful leather jacket and stood up from the bed. Dean then took off his black leather jacket from the chair he was sitting at and slid it on before walking over to a black leather bag and opening it up.
The duffle bag revealed a bunch of flare guns and matches, garlic, and steel looking bottle with a cross on it.
"Ok we have your garlic for the smell, we have bottles for gathering the ashes, and we have flare guns and matches to light the sons of bitches up" Dean said with a grin.
"Well I don't know about you but I think we are ready" Sam said turning towards Dean.
Dean nodded and zipped up the bag and threw it over his shoulder then followed Sam out of their motel room (Sam locking the door behind them) and heading out to their '67 Chevy Impala
They pulled past the black iron cemetery gates and got out of the car. "You hear that?" Sam asked, "Yah I do, not a sound . . . no birds or crickets" Dean said before heading towards the back of the '67 Chevy Impala
and got out of the duffle bag.
"Let's go" Dean said gruffly. Sam simply nodded and followed.
They didn't get very far before they stopped when they heard an ear piercing scream.
"It's coming from the left" Sam said excitingly, it had been two weeks of boredom and he was quite happy with the excitement of action. This meant he would get stronger and stronger in order to kill the thing that killed his mother and his beloved Jess.
Dean watched and saw a tall towering figure hovering over a small woman with large terrified eyes.
Vampires . . .
"Get out the flare guns" Sam suggested before taking the duffle bag away from Dean and unzipping it carefully and got out two red flare guns.
"Lets go" Dean said before aiming the flare gun at the vampires head and fired, but as quick as lightening the vampire moved and the young girl ducked.
The vampires movements were so rapid it took Sam two seconds to realize that the vampire was in front of them. Dean rolled his eyes and aimed the flare gun at the vampire's heart. The vampire smirked, showing off his pearly fangs and swiped the gun out of his hand, which slid across the wet grass.
Dean looked up and frowned "shit" Sam said. The vampire hissed at them before there was a big thud and the vampire fell forward.
What a stupid vampire Katharine thought as she slammed a grave digger's shovel on his head.That will teach you to mess with me . . . sick freak she contemplated.
Katharine looks up to see the two stunned young men and grin with glee all proud of her. Well she still getting over the shock but it was pretty cool whacking a vampire over the head with her shovel and winning.
They both blink and watch her closely all the while looking baffled. "How come we never thought of that?"
One of them with brown shaggy hair asked the other with dark brown hair snorted "because we do not carry around shovels" he said rolling his eyes.
"Who are you?" Katharine asked. They both looked at her "Sam and this is Dean" the guy with shaggy hair said pointing to Dean.
"Get down" Dean said pushing her head down behind a thicket of bushes and climbed down next to her.
"Oh shit, what is this? Some freakening vampire mafia" Sam asked baffled as he lay on his stomach next to her.
The site before me was interesting in so many levels. Dead corpses were frightening through the soft soil to come out and alive or as alive as the dead could be. Hands burst out of the ground; brown and crunchy from decaying over time. Vampires slowly walk out of tombs and mausoleums, breaking down gates and doors.
They three hid in the bushes quietly, Katharine was not sure what they were doing exactly all she knew is that they were her only hope on getting out of here alive. That was not a comforting thought though.
"All I know is that we don't have enough firepower to get them all" Dean responded.
"How about lightening the graveyard on fire?" Sam said. The other grinned coldly before looking over at her.
"Know where any firepower is?" he asked. She blinked and looked around.
"There might be some supplies in the grave diggers shed" She answered finally wondering what the hell she was doing.
"Great you think we can bust in there?" Sam said excitedly.
She rolled her eyes and pull out a ring of keys that she stole from John a friend of hers who was a grave digger and smirked "I can get you in" Katharine replied.
"Yes but how are we going to get around our blood sucking friends here?" Sam asked.
The other sighed and blinked narrowing his eyes before turning towards me. "Where is the shed?" Dean asked.
"See that tomb? The one made of black marble you know the one that vampire just popped out of, the one with eight vampires surrounding it all looking very hungry I might add" Katharine said pointing it out.
"Yah I see it what about it?" Dean asked.
"Well it is behind it" Katharine said knowing that she was crushing their spirit.
Sam groaned and slammed his head on the ground "we are so screwed" he responded . . . way to cheer someone who is about to die by vampires up there buddy Katharine thought grimly.
"No we are not, one of us can distract them by shooting off these flare guns and the other two can go and get the supplies. She has to come with the two who are going to the shed because she has the keys and knows what she is doing and since I am older I will be the distraction" Dean responded.
Katharine didn't have time to marvel at his bravery because they had to move if we wanted to light the graveyard on fire and get out for there before anyone came around and saw us . . . not to mention a mob of vampires hovering around the grave.
"Alright you will know when it is time to move" Dean said standing up and walking away from us.
"Hey, you blood sucking bastards" Dean yelled shooting a flare at the ground making it blow up at a vampires feet.
Well that got their attention.
The vampires looked up with an inhuman look of hunger in their eyes and began to head slowly towards him.
The spiked hair one looked at her and nodded his head "time to move" he said standing up in a crouch, she nodded and stood up, crouching near him.
Katharine calmed down my ragged breathing and followed him towards the shed. she saw through the darkness the outlining of the shed that stood near the entrance of the cemetery
When we came towards the shed, she walked in front of him and unlocked the rigged lock and quickly moved the chains away from the handles. Throwing them on the ground she looked in and saw the outlining of the tools we would have needed.
"Where is it?" he asked. Katharine sighed and walked in and began to feel around. Katharine reached out and held something she felt it move in she hand an when she saw through the dimness of the light she shrieked.
It was a rat that scurried around.
Katharine heard a silence and she heard their distraction try to divert the vampire's attention away from the shed.
"Hey you assholes your father is a bastard and you blood sucking sons of bitches" he called out waving his flare gun in the air like a mad man.
"Time to get moving" Sam whispered in her ear. She nodded and her eyes got really well adjusted to where she saw gas holders and matches.
Katharine grins and with the help of she guessed her partner at the moment. They lowered them down and looked at him. "How are we going to light it on fire?" he asked. She narrowed her eyes in concentration and then she looked at him.
"Open up the tanks, then we will throw them into the crowd, we set on of the flare guns and get the hell away before all three of us die" Katharine answered.
He nodded and looked out "Dean is on the hill, all three of us could do it, they are circling him now, and we better get going" he answered picking up two tanks. She nodded and did the same noticing how heavy they were.
"What if we fail?" she asked aloud.
"Then we die" he answered back, maneuvering around the vampires.
They ran as fast as we could towards the hill when a vampire got in her way and she guessed Dean fired at him and blew him up. Katharine gasped and stood back before regaining her senses and began to run a bit faster. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins.
They reached the hill and she looked at Dean. "Help us pour the gas over them then one of us uses the flare gun and light the gas" she ordered. He nodded and took a tank from her and opening it and began to pour it all over them; Katharine and Sam doing the same.
"We got to hurry, they are getting closer" she yelled. Dean then got out the last tank and pours it over them all as far as he could reach and then got out the flare gun.
"Say good night you undead freaks" he yelled and shot out the last flare and light the vampires on fire.
"We got to go now the fire will get us" Sam yelled and grabbed Katharine's hand and Dean grabbing her other hand and all three of them ran as fast as they could escaping the fire.
She turned around and watched as the fire speeded and watched as she began to think about her sister's grave.
"We have to go" Sam said as he pulled her into his car.
A/N: My very first fan fiction. I hope it was good enough for a beginning. Disclaimer is in my profile also. Please tell me what you think. No flaming just constructive criticism.