I looked out of the dirty window of the dingy motel room I was staying in, watching as people ran for cover from the torrential downpour of rain, the strong wind that accompanied, thrashing against them. I pondered with the thought of going out there. Personally, I'd always liked the rain. The way it caressed my skin as it fell, like it was washing away all my sins and negative thoughts. The soothing sound brought about a sense of calmness and I walked over to the bed and lay down, listening to the rain hit the window with soft thuds, the wind whistling throught the cheap, crappy window panes. I'd passed through two towns and there was no sign of the nest. No missing people, no unusual signs, no reports of any bodies found. It was like they'd just disappeared.

This wasn't the first time I'd lost track of them, but I'd been sure they would pass through the towns, carrying on with the same trajectory they had been following since I first caught wind of them a year ago. Obviously I was wrong.

I planned on staying here for a couple of nights to get my bearings and get back on track. I needed to rest for a while. I'd driven 14 hours straight and I knew if I got back behind the wheel of my car, I'd likely not make it to the nest town without having a serious accident. Plus, there was a couple of buildings I'd earmarked as potential nests that I wanted to check out before I left, just to be on the safe side. I wasn't entirely sure of what their game plan was; they could have went in an entirely different direction but I wanted to check to be doubly sure.

I sighed loudly. Those damn Winchester boys didn't help, I thought as my sigh turned into a yawn. I couldn't really blame it all on them. After all, they did manage to kill some of the nest, helping deplete it more than I would have been able to working alone.

I'd heard all the stories about them of course, how they were the best in the business, they'd saved the world more than once, and even fought the devil. Hell, apparently they'd even met with Death himself and made it out alive. They were the stuff of legends if you believed the hype. I wasn't too sure. They sure didn't make that big of an impression on me when I had to rescue them from the vamp nest I was tracking.

Sitting up, I reached over to the table and grabbed my bag, bringing it over to me and opening it up. I pulled out my case files and map then dropped the bag to the floor. The buildings I wanted to check out were a few miles apart and both on quite large plots of land. Perfect hideaways for on the run vamps. They would always chose to stay somewhere remote and preferably off the grid, but still close enough to the town to be able to take whoever they took a fancy too. When I had first started to get a clear track of them, they did what every other nest would do; they would take people who wouldn't be missed, who wouldn't make the news. Mainly the homeless and runaways. But once they realised I was asking questions and tracking them, they had upped the numbers and began turning most of the people they took to expand their nest, making newbies with the sole intention just to fight me. The nest size went from 6-7 vamps to over 15 in the space of a few weeks, increasing and decreasing every time I managed to catch up with them.

Which was why I was so confused right now.

Normally there would have been at least one, maybe two disappearances reported by now, making it known that they were in town and ready to play. I'd start finding bodies as more people would disappear. Sometimes up to 5-6 people in a couple of days. That would be when I'd end up fighting them and killing them, the actual main nest having already begun moving to the next town.

I should have the upper hand here. They were majorly depleted, less than 6 vamps left out of a nest of over 15 vamps. If I could find out where they were before they started to make more vamps, I could actually finish this once and for all.

Looking back out of the window, I debated on whether to go and check out the buildings right now. It was still light outside, a good few hours before sunset. Now was as good a time as any to check things out. I left the file on my bed and stood up, grabbing my keys off the table before rushing out of my room and towards my car.

It didn't take that long to get to the first building. Darkness was still a good hour away so I had plenty of time to search the place properly without the need of my flashlight. I popped open my trunk and pulled out my machete, looking up at the building a few yards in front of me.

It was an abandoned two storey house on three acres of land. According to my research, it used to belong to the towns recluse up until he died a few years back. With no family to claim the land or sell it, it had been left for nature to reclaim.

Perfect for a travelling vamp nest.

From the outside, the house looked a complete mess. Boarded windows on the lower floor, shabby wood panelling and a broken wooden door leading to the inside. I cautiously pulled it open and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. A thick layer of dust covered most of the furniture in the house, letting me know that the place had been untouched for many years. I paused in the kitchen's doorway. Dust hung in the air around me clearly disturbed as I walked slowly through the doorway. My gaze fell to the floor, clear footprints on the linoleum floor coming from the partially open back door and into the kitchen, before going through a side door that lead to the basement. Goosebumps prickles over my skin as I went into high alert, my machete raising in front of me as I looked around the room. They were here, I could feel it.

Girlish, high pitched laughter echoed through the house and I spun around, facing the doorway I'd just walked through, and watched as the vamp who'd took my daughter appear and lean against the door frame.

"You really shouldn't have come here," he said, smirking.

Laughter floated through the house again startling me and I took a step back, not noticing the three vamps behind me. My eyes widened as they grabbed me tightly and I instantly fought against them, trying to free my arm and swing my blade up but they knocked it from my hand before forcing me down onto my knees, one of them grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up. They kicked the machete over to the vamp in the doorway, who bent down and picked it up, twirling it in his hands before looking back at me.

"Let me go!"

He laughed. "We've been waiting for you Lenore. The boss has been looking forward to seeing you."

I stopped struggling and stared up at him. "They're here?"

His grin widened and he nodded. "They're here."

This was what it all boiled down too really. A final confrontation with the big boss. The final confrontation to end it all.

My heart started pounding in my chest, making the vamps holding me snarl and grip me tighter, making me wince as I felt their fingers dig into my arms. This was supposed to go differently, I was the one who was supposed to catch them off guard, I thought in a panic. I tried to push myself up off the ground, but they forced me back down, the vamp holding my hair stepping in front of me to punch me in the face.

Spots exploded behind my eyes as my mouth filled with blood and I spat it on the ground, fear and panic creeping its way through me.

He looked at the vamps holding me and nodded. "Tie her up good and tight. We don't want her to escape before the boss gets here."

They pulled me up off the ground and dragged me over to one of the kitchen chairs, forcing me to sit down. Panic was flooding through me now and I knew that if I didn't get out of here now, I was dead. I wrestled against them, managing to head butt the vamp in front of me and freeing an arm before they grabbed me again, the vamp who I'd headbutted punching me in the chest and face hard. I slumped forward, my breath flying out as they held me tightly to the chair while one of them tied me up. I tried to lift my head to look at the vamp watching from the doorway but my head fell to the side, darkness enveloping me completely.