I pulled up behind a dark coloured car and turned off my engine. Staring at the dark house, I wondered how many vamps were inside knowing that I'd already killed a decent chunk of their nest. And maybe, just maybe, I'd find the bloodsucker who took my daughter.
I reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed my machete and the two syringes full of dead mans blood I had procured, tucking them into my pocket before I got out of the car. Walking past the dark car, I slid my hand over the sleek roof. A '67 Chevy Impala. Whoever owned the car clearly had good taste. No way the vamps owned this, I thought using my flashlight to peer through the windows. I couldn't see anything other than a blue flannel shirt crumpled up on the back seat.
I walked over to the dimly lit house quickly and quietly, crouching underneath the main window at the front of the house. I could hear the vamps inside chatting and I stood up to look through the window.
You've got to be joking.
Peeking through the window, I saw two figures tied to chairs in the middle of the room. Four vamps surrounded them, smirks on their faces. I frowned when I noticed the bodies on the floor, heads missing. Crouching back down, I took a deep breath. Were they victims? I wasn't sure but I doubted it. With the bodies on the floor it seemed more likely they were hunters stupid enough to get caught. Gripping the machete tight, I psyched myself up and peeked through the window again. Four vamps in the room. Four vamps I'd seen before from previous tussles with the nest, and I knew there were at least another two somewhere in that house.
They were the main nest, or a part of it anyway. It was usually a lot bigger than this and more than likely the two idiotic hunters had managed to kill a couple vamps before they were caught. I moved quietly to the front door, which was already open, and stealthily crept towards the room where the vamps were holding the chuckle brothers and listened to what they were talking about.
"I'm hungry. Can't we just kill them?"
"Boss wants them alive. Thinks they might be useful."
"Useful to who? We should just drain them now and leave their bodies to rot. You do know who they are, don't you?"
"Of course I do." There was a minute of silence. "Who are they?"
"Only the fucking Winchester's. That's why we should just kill them now."
The Winchester's.
I rolled my eyes. Of course they were. I'd heard the stories from other hunters, not really believing what they said as I knew how much they loved to embellish a story. I'd never met them in person. And now here I was about to save their asses.
I rushed into the room with my machete held high. "Hi there,"
The vamps looked up in shock. "You,"
I swung my machete, taking off the first vamps head quickly. The other vamps rushed towards me and I ducked a fist flying towards my face, bringing my machete up and impaling the vamp through his stomach before pulling out the blade, swinging around and slicing off his head, blood splattering all over me.
The last two vamps circled me uneasily, wary of coming too close. Grinning, I stood up straight, twirling the blade in my hands. "What's the matter? Too scared to fight me?"
They growled, the vamp to my right grabbing my arm and punching me in the side of the face, trying to pull me towards him as the other vamp tried to get the machete out of my hand. I glanced over at the two men gagged and tied to chairs, their eyes wide as they watched me, and I winked at them.
They looked more than a little surprised.
Focusing back on the vamps, I slipped out of their grasp easily, kicking the vamp to my left in the chest making him fly backwards. Turning, I raised my blade and swung it around, taking off the other vamps head easily. This was too easy, I thought as the last amp jumped up and rushed towards me. Sighing, I swung my machete again, his body dropping to the floor with a thud as his head rolled towards me.
The sound of creaking chairs pulled my attention towards the captured brothers. I walked over to them and stood in front of them, my free hand resting on my hip as I looked them over. They were both extremely handsome, my eyes landing on the one with freckles sprinkled over his tanned face and piercing green eyes. He was stunning and I found myself unable to look away. The way he looked at me, it was like there was something in me worth looking at. I tore my eyes away and smirked.
"Really guys? Two of you and you still get caught?"
The hazel eyed adonis, Sam I think, furrowed his brows and shook his head. Freckles tried to talk around the gag in his mouth. I reached forward and pulled the gags out of their mouths.
"There were at least ten vamp's sweetheart," he said as he pulled against the restraints holding him to the chair.
"And I just killed four single-handed." I frowned and looked around. "There should be more...stay here and be quiet,"
"Can't exactly go anywhere..."
I kept a tight hold on my machete and walked slowly into the kitchen, checking the pantry and the back yard before quietly walking into the dining room. I didn't see the vamp jump out of the shadows until it was too late, punching me in the face and knocking me back slightly.
"Lenore,"
I hissed as I wiped the blood off my nose with the back of my hand. "I knew you were here. Hiding in the shadows like the coward you are."
He snarled at me. "I'm no coward, bitch."
Gripping my machete tight, I took a step forward. "We gonna fight or are you gonna run away again?"
He backed up. "I'm going to kill you. Rip you limb from limb."
I grinned. "So why are you backing up? Scared?"
He stared at me for a minute before turning and leaping out of the window. I rushed over, watching as his figure disappeared into the trees behind the house. Sighing, I walked back into the room where the Winchester's were still tied up, both of them struggling against their restraints."
Leaning against the door frame, I raised a brow. "I thought the famous Winchester's would have managed to get free of those restraints by now." I walked over and quickly untied them. "I have to say I', not that impressed."
They both stood up, Freckles rubbing his red wrists. "We could have gotten free..."
"Mmhmm, sure you could,"
Sam looked between us before smiling down at me. God damn he was tall. "I'm Sam and this is Dean. Thanks for the help."
"Sure, no problem. Now if you don't mind, I've got vamps to kill." Turning, I started to walk away when Freckles followed me and grabbed my arm.
"Hey! You can't just leave,"
"Why not?" I asked, shrugging off his hand and turning to face him. "I just killed half their nest and saved your asses."
Sam had followed his brother into the hallway. "We could help you finish them off,"
I scoffed. "You two? You killed four vamps between the two of you while I came in here and killed the rest all by myself. I don't need your help."
"You were the hunter who killed the vamps in the barn, weren't you?" Sam asked, his brows rising.
"Yeah, and?"
"How did you know the rest of them were here?" Dean asked, curiosity eating at him. He felt drawn to this new hunter and need to know more about her.
I sighed. That vamp would be halfway across town by now. "Look, I'll explain everything later. I need to find that vamp. He'll take me to the rest of the nest."
"The rest of the nest?" Sam said incredulously. "Vamps usually nest in groups of 5-8, the vamps we found plus the ones killed here makes that well over 10. And there's more?"
Dean smirked and crossed his arms. "See, you're gonna need us after all."
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed again. "For fuck's sake, just meet me at the motel in the middle of town. Room 266."
"We are staying at that motel too," Sam said as he walked towards me, "we can help you track this vamp,"
"I don't need your help to track one vamp," I snapped, my temper getting the best of me. Sighing, I shook my head. "Just, just meet me at the damn motel in an hour."
Sam looked at his brother, his brows shooting up as Dean raised his hands in surrender. "Woah, sure, ok sweetheart. We'll meet you there."
I walked out of the door, turning my head a little to look back at him. "And don't call me sweetheart."