Woohoo! I'm back again for another suspense-filled chapter of LOVE BITES!! So without further ado the chapter in which Hannah and Amanda finally retrieve the Colt!!! (I know, it took 'em long enough, didn't it?)

Just remember what I told you earlier, Hannah is NOT a psychic.

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Chapter 19

"What Happened to Your Hand?"

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"Hannah, what exactly was your dream about that makes you so sure Sam and Dean are in trouble?" Amanda asked as the Beetle drew near to "Hunter's Choice"

The car had been ly quiet as Hannah weaved in and out of traffic to get to the shop as soon as possible.

Hannah took a moment to think, then said solemnly,, "…We were in the warehouse, we were looking for them. I saw Sam, and, Amanda, he wasn't breathing…blood was everywhere…then…I heard a gunshot, and he-…" Her voice faltered, "…Dean was on the floor covered in from a shot to his heart. I ran over to him, then noticed you were gone. I started yelling to see where you were but you never answered. I started to get up but I couldn't move…then that vampire woman came… and that's when I woke up."

Amanda was silent for a while, "…Hannah, what makes you think that dream was different from any other normal, meaningless, dream? I mean, everyone has a nightmare once in a while, hell, sometimes, with the stuff we see, we live them."

"I know that, and at first I thought that's what it was- hoped that's what it was, but…it was weird, like no other dream I've ever had."

Amanda looked skeptical, "Oh?"

"It does sound crazy, I know, but…you know how dreams are kind of cloudy and no matter how strange things get, you never question things. Well, this was different, It was so real, so vivid I could have reached out and touched anything, but at the same time had no control over what was going on."

Hannah pulled into the empty parking lot of "Hunter's Choice" and took a deep breath, "Amanda, I'm so worried." She said as she parked the Bug.

Amanda laid a hand on her friends shoulder, "We'll figure this out…now let's get the gun."

They reached the door.

"Hannah, you do realize it's about six in the morning right? Anyone who lives right on top of their shop wouldn't be up until…" she looked over to the 'Hours' sign perched on a window, "At least seven thirty. Oliver's probably still asleep."

Hannah narrowed her eyes, as if searching for something through the dark glass, "No, he's here." She stated after a few seconds, "See the light in the back room?" She pointed to the narrow hallway they had taken with Oliver earlier, then rapped sharply on the window pane with her knuckles.

"Wow." Amanda said, straightening up and raising an eyebrow, "He's dedicated."

They waited a while and finally a figure appeared behind the door. It was Katherine.

"Hannah? Amanda? What are you doing here?" She asked after unlocking and opening the door.

"We could ask you the same thing." Hannah replied, looking at Katherine's small black nighty curiously.

Katherine sighed and stepped back to allow them to enter, "After you left, Oliver and I decided to turn on our police radio and listen if there any new reports..." she spoke softly, ignoring their looks towards her clothing.

"And…?" Amanda asked worriedly, shaking off suspicion.

"…And there was a report, shortly after three from one 'Officer Nelman'…"

The two hunters exchanged nervous glances.

"…As soon as Oliver heard that report," Katherine continued, "He said 'No more lives should be lost to those vampires' and then got up and started working on that gun."

"Is he finished?" Amanda asked, looking toward the hallway.

"Wrong to be askin' here." Katherine replied, "I know as much about guns as I do about American History, which isn't saying much coming from a who's live in England all her live." She laughed softly to herself, then, realizing the hunters were probably there for a better reason than chatter, she asked, "So, what's happened to you two? When I opened the door, you both looked as white as ghosts. Not to mention a bit worse for wear." She looked at Amanda's arm and then Hannah's bandaged forehead.

Hannah looked at her feet, "You remember the two guys we were with earlier…Sam and Dean?"

Katherine figured where this was going, "What's happened?" she questioned, looking troubled.

"We don't quite know yet…but we're pretty sure the vampires have them."

Katherine drew a sharp breath, "The sods." She spat, and then motioned for them to follow her down the hallway to Oliver's workroom.

They came to the door to the room and Katherine knocked, "Oliver!" she called, "Hannah and Amanda are here!"

There was a pause, "…Hang on! I'll be there in a minute!" Came Oliver's voice from behind the door.

They waited.

A crash sounded from the workroom, followed by a slew of choice words and a second later, Oliver emerged.

His hair was ruffled and there was a hint of dark circles under his eyes but he managed a simple "Hey" whilst fixing what looked like a makeshift bandage on his plam.

"What happened to your hand?" Amanda asked, bypassing formalities.

Oliver sighed and shot a glance a Katherine, who was a confused as the other s. "Here, I'll show you." He said, holding the workroom door open for them to enter.

He walked over to the center table that earlier had been covered in "hunting stuff" but was now clear, save for the ancient Colt book, what looked like a newly forged gun, and a wood burning stylus.

He reached below the table and brought out a small box. Inside, lay thirteen shining silver bullets that (Katherine, Amanda, and Hannah noticed quickly) were slightly tinged red.

"Um, Oliver," Hannah started, looking confused, "Are those supposed to be—" but she stopped herself as her mind registered Oliver's hand with the bullets, " Ok Will Turner," she raised an eyebrow, "But I don't understand, why did you have to put your in them?"

"It said in the book you need clean to destroy all that is evil." He made a bunny-eared quote mark with his hands.

"And that's what you need to make ammo?" Amanda asked.

"That, a bunch of silver, and just a touch of holy water." He replied, walking over to the side of the table nearest to the gun, "Lemme just finish the protection prayer thingy," he flipped a couple of pages in the old book and read the lines of Latin that were written, then he took the heated wood burning stylus and burned a pentagram into the side of the guns wooden handle. "There you go." He said when it cooled, handing the gun and bullets to Hannah, "On magic gun with matching bullets made special for you."

"Oliver, thank you so much." Hannah said as they made their way out of the workroom, "Now…go get some rest, you look like crap." She finished dismissively.

Oliver laughed, "Um, have you two looked in a mirror lately? You look worse than I do."

Hannah absently touched a hand to her forehead where Dean had put a bandage earlier "…Well we don't exactly have the time to be worrying about ourselves, now. I'm really worried about Sam and Dean…"

Oliver nodded in understanding. "At least take some coats with you, it's snowing again and you both are in t-shirts." He hurried back to the workroom and retuned a minute later with two heavy-duty hoodies in hand.

They quickly pulled them on and were about to leave when Katherine, who had gone unnoticed from the room, now reentered, fully clothed, a jacked in one hand and a pair of keys in the other. "I'm coming with two." She stated intensely.

Oliver opened his mouth to protest but Katherine shushed him, "Oliver you need rest, and I believe I can help them."

"Katherine, have you ever been on a hunt before?" Hannah cut in, knowing full well the answer.

Katherine hesitated, "…No, I haven't, but I have held a sword before- don't ask- and I know that it is possible to kill a vampire by decapitation."

"And you do know this isn't a walk down 'easy-to-kill-vampire lane' right? It wouldn't be classified as a normal hunt, because one wrong move on our part and those vampires'll kill the Winchester boys without a second thought…if they haven't already." Hannah replied angrily, speaking the last bit more to herself. "Alright you can come, but you must do exactly as we tell you, no questions asked."

"Anything I can do to help." Katherine replied.

"Good, lets go, there's not a minute to lose."

The three s said goodbye to Oliver (Katherine giving him a kiss) and headed out toward their cars.

"We're going to the Cumberland Warehouse, right?" Katherine asked as she quickly unlocked her '06 Toyota Avalon.

"You know where it is?" Hannah replied.

"No, but that's were the police reports originated."

"Alright, then follow us." She got in her car and started up the engine.

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The drive was painstakingly slow. It seemed every other car in Chicago was going somewhere, but then again, it was the morning rush hour. Amanda watched as Hannah clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles and hunched shoulders, swearing at every other driver in front of her. She said a silent prayer they wouldn't be too late.

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Crap that Hannah is such a drama queen.

Well that's it for this chapter, sorry I didn't get to Sam and Dean, you'll find out the deal as soon as I post, I promise (but when I'll post I can't say [laughs maliciously)

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