Chapter 1:
Parkersburg, West Virginia:
I reached behind me and grabbed my duffle bag. I pulled the bag up and put it beside me in the passenger's side. I dug through the bag, grabbing a bunch of stakes. I looked up at the abandoned building in front of me, took a deep breath and stepped out of my black, 2010 Chevrolet Camaro.
I found out that a bunch of vampires were chilling in here and I was totally gonna win. If my calculations were right, the others were gone sucking off people and only the big boss was in here. It would be a piece of cake.
I opened the front door quietly, trying to be a ninja. I looked around, flashing my flashlight around the room. I couldn't see anything or anyone until I saw a single vampire chilling in the middle of the room. I walked to him, "Hola you leech." It turned and bared its teeth at me,
"You must have courage, to come after me alone."
I nodded, "I like to think so. Now, are you going to go easy or do we have to do this the hard way?" He looked behind him and nodded. Two other vampires flanked his sides. I nodded slowly, "Okay… I guess we'll do it the hard way…"
One ran to me and threw me against the wall. I hit the wall roughly and fell to the floor. I could take on one vampire but not three. Maybe I should've asked Sam and Dean to help me but I didn't think I'd need them. I had a plan… that kind of back fired.
After a long fight, I was really quite beat up and I didn't even get one of them. All that happened was me getting abused. I stood up, holding my dislocated shoulder and kept weight off my twisted ankle, "Is that… all ya got?" I asked breathlessly. They growled at me before the one on the far left's back arched and he screamed. He fell forward, showing some dude standing behind him, holding a stake in his hand. The vampires noticed him and ran to him. He got the one that was the closest to him and I threw my stake at the other one, piercing it in the chest. They all fell to the ground, being officially dead.
The dude walked over to me, "You okay?"
I nodded, "Mostly. I think…" I looked down at my shoulder and gently held it.
His eyes travelled to my shoulder, "What's wrong with it?"
"I think it's dislocated."
He moved my hand out of the way and put his hand on my shoulder, "I'll pop it back in. On three okay?" I nodded and braced myself, "One… two…" Then he popped it back in.
I groaned, "Ouch… that really fucking hurt." I looked up at his… shockingly pretty blue eyes, "I'm Riley. Riley… Weasley." I didn't want to tell him my last name was Winchester. It was bad to be a Winchester right now and I was in no condition to fight a hunter.
He let go of my shoulder, "I'm Damon Salvatore."
I nodded, "So Damon, how'd you know to come here?"
He helped me out of the building, "I'm a hunter and I heard there was a vampire problem here. I decided to come and check it out. Then I found you getting your ass kicked by these vampires and thought I should help." Once we got outside, I noticed there was only my Camaro here.
I frowned, "You… walked?"
He nodded, "They wouldn't be able to hear me if I didn't bring a car."
"Oh… good idea."
He looked down at my twisted ankle, "Will you be able to drive with that?"
I shook my head, "I don't think so…"
He held out his hand, "Gimme the keys. I'll drive you to your motel." I felt a little reluctant to give them to him but figured nothing could go that wrong.
I took out my keys and gave them to him, "You better not crash my car. If you do, I'll hit you so hard, your balls will jump back into your body."
He smirked, "Don't worry. I won't do anything to your car." As he helped me into the car, he mentioned, "You sounded a lot like Dean Winchester then."
I shrugged, "Great minds think alike."
Once he got into the driver's side, he asked, "Have you ever met Sam and Dean Winchester?"
I nodded, "Once. Or twice. Why?"
"I was just wondering if it was true that they were hunting down that demon Lilith." I was curious now.
"What do you know about Lilith?"
"Not much. Where are you staying?"
I took out my cell phone, "At uh… the Black Diamond Hotel." I quickly texted Sam, telling him and Dean to stay away from Virginia right now. This Damon fellow knew too much. Just as Damon pulled up to the hotel, my phone vibrated. It was Sam.
Why? Are you okay?
I texted him back, telling him I was with another hunter who was asking questions about them. Damon helped me to my room, "Do you need anything else?"
I shook my head, "No. I'm good from here. Thanks Damon."
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as Damon said, "Are you sure? Because I think your leg is bleeding." I looked down at my leg, only to see my pants covered in blood from the knee down.
"I can fix it. Being a hunter you have to know how to do these things."
He nodded, "That's true but it'll be easier if you have help."
I rubbed my nose, "… O-okay fine." We walked, me limping and him helping me, into my room. All of my stuff was in my bag, all ready in case I needed to make a quick getaway. He set me down on my bed and lifted up my pant leg. There was a giant gash that dug in just below my kneecap.
I wrinkled my nose, "Looks bad."
"Anything covered in blood looks worse than it is." While he was getting ready for "surgery", I took out my cell phone and looked at what Sam said.
Where is he now?
I texted back, He's with me in my hotel room. He's being very… persistent.
While Damon fixed my gash, Sam and I kept texting back and forth. He wanted to know where I was so then he could avoid that place, he wanted to know which hotel room so then… I didn't know why but he wanted to know. I gave him all the answers he wanted.
Damon fixed up my gash with a sewing needle and whiskey in a matter of minutes. Sam never sent me anymore texts. Hopefully he listened to me. Damon stood up straight, "Are you okay now?"
I nodded, "I should be. Why do you care so much?"
He shrugged, "You look so innocent."
I didn't know whether I should be flattered or if I should hide and hope he wouldn't try to kill me or something. Since I had no idea on what to do, I just nodded slowly, one eyebrow raising involuntarily, "That's cool…" We stared at each other for a second before I stood up, "Listen, I feel really beaten up and stuff so… can you go…?"
He stared at me for a moment, looking almost worried, "I'd like to stay. Just in case." I frowned slightly, not sure if I should trust this supposed hunter who's for some reason looking out for me or if I should kick him out. He didn't wait for an answer from me, he just strolled over to the couch and sat down, looking around for something. He didn't seem dangerous. He found the remote and turned on the TV, watching the screen intently.
Feeling a knot in the pitt of my stomach, I nervously walked to the door, "I'm gonna go and get something to eat." I said, hoping he wouldn't insist on following me to a McDonalds a little ways down the street.
He looked up from the TV, "Would you like an escort?"
No… I thought.
"Sure I guess…" I added slight hesitation at the end of my sentence, hoping he'd catch on. He didn't.
He looked down at my pants, "You might wanna change those before we leave anywhere." I looked down, totally forgetting that my pants were covered in blood.
I sighed, "Okay. I guess I'll change."
He walked out the door, "I'll wait out here."
I closed the door and walked back to my hotel room. I could just lock the door… I thought to myself before disregarding the thought. The way he looked, it seemed like a locked door wouldn't stop him if he wanted to come back inside. I took out my cell phone and texted Sam again, sending him an SOS. I didn't know what to do until they got here, so I just decided to play along. If he was anything like some guys from Criminal Minds, then I'd live until Sam and Dean got here.
I changed out of my bloody pants and threw them to one side of the room while looking for a new pair.
After I was finished changing, sure enough, Damon was waiting for me outside.
We got to McDonalds and got two Big Mac meals, one with root beer ((mine)) and one with a coffee ((Damon's)).
He began to explain to me, that he once had a partner. But he perished during a hunt. That's why he felt the need to make sure I stayed safe. After hearing his story, I began to think that he was going to be pretty easy to trust.
::After Around An Hour And A Half::
Sam and Dean barged into the room, guns drawn and looked around, "Who's looking for us?" Dean asked, noticing Damon a few seconds after asking. Sam and Dean both pointed their guns at him, glaring angrily.
I stood up, "He was just asking questions. He wasn't exactly looking."
Sam and Dean stood in between me and Damon, still pointing their guns, "It doesn't matter." Dean said.
"Why didn't you leave our baby cousin after you finished bringing her back here?" Sam asked.
I looked down and muttered quietly, "I'm not a baby…"
Damon looked in between Sam and Dean at me, "I knew you sounded like a Winchester."
Sam and Dean pressed their shoulders together, "Don't talk to her! She has no idea who you are." Dean said in a stern voice.
Damon smirked, "Who are you her father?"
I rolled my eyes, "You guys, calm down-"
"CALM DOWN? This douche came looking for you and he was probably going to try to rape-"
I cut Dean off, "Dean you're crazy."
Sam nodded towards the door, "You better go before we shoot you." He said to Damon.
Damon shrugging nonchalantly, "Okay fine. Bye Riley." Dean and Sam advanced forward so he left quickly.
Once he was gone, Dean locked the door and Sam walked over to me, "Are you okay? Did he do anything? Are you hurt?"
I shook my head, "No I'm fine. Damon actually helped."
He sat me down on the bed, "What'd he 'help' you with?" I lifted my pant leg to show my stitched up gash.
Sam frowned, "Did he do it himself?"
I nodded, "Ya he did. He sorta insisted." Sam walked to my bag, looked around in it and then came back with a knife,
"I'm redoing it."
I raised an eyebrow, "But… but it looks-"
"Looks can be deceiving."
Dean sat beside me, "That's true. You can't trust anyone."
"Unless they're family." Sam added.
Dean nodded, "Yes. Unless they're family."
