Chapter Thirteen

The two vampires, one male one female, sniffed the air as they moved into the forest. With the stealth of felines and the instincts of wolves they advanced further.

Their family had been attacked.

That couldn't go un-avenged. Kate wouldn't allow it and neither would they. For the few months they had all been family it had been enough to force a strong bond between the pack.

The pack that now lay in shatters in the nest. These humans had to die. They were under orders to keep the male alive, but this, this atrocity couldn't go unpunished. He had to die, tonight.

In a few hours the sun would begin it's slow crawl across the night sky and they would have to retreat, re-group. But re-group with who? They were the last.

Anger spurred them on as they separated , hunting their prey, unaware that their prey was hunting them back.

Aim, steady, breathe. All lessons learnt in school suddenly brought forth and used to save the lives of her new found friends.

Aim, steady, breathe, fire.

As the vampire crumpled to the ground Sam advanced and decapitated it with one swoop of the bloody machete.

As he held the weapon aloft the blood pooled around the rim and made a lazy track toward his hand, he lowered his limb in time to keep the fetid liquid from touching his skin.

One more.

Sam and Nicki both resumed their hiding places and waited, waited, unaware they were being watched.

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Dean stirred, he felt strange, almost like he was underwater, although water didn't taste like dried leaves. Spitting out the intruding nature from his mouth he carefully rolled over and began to pick the branches and leaves off of his body.

Sammy had hidden him, Great, just great. He wasn't needed and he was in the way so what had he done? Hidden him. Nice.

By his third attempt to stand Dean was actually applauding his brother for his quick thinking and clever hiding skills. Although the ash stink he could have done without, even if it did mask his scent.

Way to go little brother. Handy with a machete and not too bad with the aroma of boiled and basted dead dead thing.

But still, he'd been hidden. That hurt his manly pride.

Carefully he walked forward, using the trees to help keep him upright. Fully aware that Sam was in hunting mode and may try to behead him by accident at any point.

If he did heads would roll.

Dean smiled at his joke, have to remember that one for later, Nicki would appreciate it even if Sam didn't.

He paused as the world swam again, every breath was an effort and his leg was killing him, pounding in time with his head ache and heart beat.

This gig sucked.

Out loud.

Dean slowed as he came across a small clearing, he could see Nicki on the other side, her back to him, Sam opposite, also facing away. A figure behind them, slowly advancing.

Turn Sammy, TURN!

But little brother kept vigilant, facing the way the other attack had come, certain of the direction.

Dean advanced slowly, well, he would have advanced quicker but his leg threatened to give out on him at any second and he was having trouble focusing.

There was no way he was going to be able to incapacitate the vampire before it got to Sam and Nicki.

There was only one thing for it.

"Hey! Hey you! You want you some white meat bitch!"

The vampire turned in unison with Sam and Nicki, all three gazing at Dean with the same shocked expressions.

Before he had a chance to rethink the whole crazy assed plan the vampire had reached his throat and begun to squeeze.

"That's not nice" Dean breathed out, black spots swimming across his vision, the ground moving away from him as he was lifted higher and higher.

The vampire smiled and threw him back against a tree. His head smacked hard against the bark and Dean Winchester took his second nap of the evening.

Sam ran forward, machete at the ready, he watched Dean sail through the air, landing with a crack against the tree. He ran forward with a surge of adrenaline only to be flipped by the vampire as it launched itself over him and caught his foot from behind. He went down hard, dazed.

Nicki took aim and fired but the vampire easily ducked her shot and advanced. She fumbled with another arrow but was thrown back before she had a chance to load the weapon, she screamed as the vampire knocked her back against the tree repeatedly until her eyes rolled back into her skull and her breath caught in her throat as she realised this was it. Check out time.

What a weird way to go.

Then it all went quiet, she felt herself slump to the floor as the silence invaded every sense. She could almost smell it.

Sam loaded another arrow and fired again. The vampire continued to advance toward him but it stumbled and settled for crawling menacingly. Three arrows. Three arrows imbedded in it's chest.

Sam fired again.

And again.

He stooped to retrieve his machete and stood over the ailing vampire, bringing his arm down with all his strength ,the vampire kissed the ground as the lights went out.

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So i was wondering, theres a pack of vampires approaching you, to your left is a crossbow and machete, to you right are Levi clad Winchester's; which do you go for?

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