I just wanted to throw out there that this fic probably has required the most research out of any fic I've ever written or started to write. Because you know what? Vampire lore is just like zombie lore. There's just too much! Joss, Kripke, and Stephanie Meyer all have different versions of what the vampires look like, what they're vulnerable to, and what kills them. So I've just spent three hours digging up everything I can between the three fandoms, and then another hours cross-referencing it to the lore I could find. Whew.
Anything to say today, ily-rocks?
Are there any Bahrainians out there? I really want to know… Who else is out there? I WANT YOU TO TELL ME NOW please! U.B. is really tired and bitchy today… just saying…there's no need to hit me! UMMM!! HEY ! OKAY! Bye!
Umm…got nothing else to say other than SHUT THE F DASH UP! Sorry, I am tired, and she is pissing me off greatly.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight, Buffy, or Supernatural. I'm too tired to write something snappy.
See my baby, tell her, Tell her hurry home
Had no lovin', since my baby been gone
See my baby, Tell hurry on home
I ain't had, Lord, my right mind, Since my rider's been gone
Zeppelin drifted through the Impala's speakers, Dean sang along softly. Sam shifted again uncomfortably in the seat next to him. Sam glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye. Dean sighed.
"Jesus, Sammy! What? What the hell do you want?" He said agitatedly.
"I want to know why we had to leave and dark thirty in the morning. I want to know where we're going, what the hell we're hunting, and how you found this job. You won't tell me anything!" Sam huffed, exasperated.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Can't you just trust me on this, Sam? Don't answer that." Sam just glared at him. "Alright, you want to know what's going on? Someone text me this morning and told me that there are vampires in Forks. So that's where we're heading."
"Forks? As in Forks, Washington?" Dean nodded. "And we're going off a text? How the hell did they get your number? And we've got more important things to deal with!"
"Sammy, I'm pretty sure that the apocalypse will still be there when we get back."
Sam sighed, rolling his eyes and sinking back down into the passenger seat.
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The Impala pulled past the welcome sign for Forks, Washington. Dean rubbed his face, willing himself to stay awake for the next couple of minutes. Just until he finds a motel and checks them in. Then he can sleep.
He searched around him for some sort of lighted sign, alerting him of a hotel. A sign that read 'Miller Tree Inn' caught his eye, and he pulled up the drive and parked. He slapped Sam's arm, waking him up. Dean got out of the car and headed to the hotel lobby.
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Dean slapped the hood of the Impala, and Sam jostled awake. Wordlessly, Dean opened the trunk and pulled out he and Sam's duffels, throwing Sam's to him as Sam got out of the car. Dean walked to their room and opened the door, throwing his duffel on the nearest bed and following it down, falling into a dreamless sleep the second his head his the mattress.
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"Agents McCartney and Lennon." Dean and Sam flashed their "badges".
"Can I help you two?" the police chief, Charlie Swan, asked.
Dean shifted his weight to his other foot, his eyes flickering to Sam for a second before speaking. "we were looking into some of our old cases, and we noticed a couple of unsolved murders up here." chief Swan blinked, confused. "Can we see the Weylin Forge case file?"
"Um...sure." The chief started pulling out boxes of old files as he spoke. "But why would the Feds be looking into Weylin's case? I thought we closed that? Wild animal."
Sam nodded. "Yeah. It's kind of slow at HQ, so we thought we'd re-open some of the odd ones."
"Oh. Well, alright. Let me know if you figure something out, okay?"
"Of course," said Sam. He took the case file and headed back to the Impala, Dean not far behind.
Dean started the car, her engine roaring to life, and Trooper's "Raise A Little Hell" blared out of the speakers at an obscene volume. Sam reached over and to the music down.
"So?" Dean asked. "What's it say?"
Sam opened the file, reading quickly. Sighing, he said, "Sounds like your average vampire case. Bite on the neck, body drained dry, despite a lack of blood at the crime scene."
"Awesome. So that text was right. Told there was a case here, Sammy."
Sam sighed again. "I dunno, man. I still think it's a little weird."
"Whatever." Dean turned the music back up to its previous volume and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for the hotel.
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And so ends another chapter.
I gotta ask a favor of you faithful readers. I can't exactly figure out how to gank the vamps, seeing as there's about a million different ways, due to lore and authors. So if you could kindly review with your pick of the following choices:
-Decapitation (Buffy, Supernatural, and lore)
-Sun (Buffy)
-Wooden Steak (Buffy, lore)
-Dismembered and burned (Twilight and lore)
So remember, review with your pick (and if you happen to throw in what you think of the story, I wouldn't mind that and might reward you with pie.)
Also, I'm searching for a beta, so if you're interested, or know someone who is, please either send me (or have them) a PM or and email (which can be found on my profile). That would be great, thanks.
TTFN!
