Just realised that I had no AN on this story yet.
First, let me say that Lycire Swan belongs soley to my best friend- Aria Cloudrunner.
Secondly, let me say that I do not own SUPERNATURAL. NOt all of us can be as mind-blowingly awesome as Eric Kripke.
And third- let me rewrite my summary, because, due to lack of space- MINE SUCKS

"When Nil Beta'ac, an Elf, is sent 6000 years into the future, from her time and realm of the clans where elves are the dominant race, she finds herself in the foreign, scary universe of the human 21st century, where elves are supposedly works of fiction. The worst person she could meet given her persona, is Lycire Swan- a girl with a suave but bitchy attitude who, despite all outward appearances, is about as human as Nil herself. Infact, she's a Lycanthropic Vampire. Lucky, huh? Well luck doesn't seem to follow Nil. In fact- it seems to runscreaming at the sight of her. Unlike two brothers, who's lives are devoted to hunting down and killing all things supernatural. But running screaming will be the last thing the boys want to do especially when they have to team up to fight something bigger.

Can a hunter love his prey?"

NIL BETA'AC

Lycire's reaction had not been what I'd expected. Even though I'd grown re accustomed to the fact that someone didn't find me weird enough to be repelled here, but even so- with me previous reception, I'd expected more of a reaction. She looked at me for a second, a calculation running through her eyes, before she turned and strode away. There it was. She was leaving. A humming reached me, and I noticed that her stride was still too cheerful for someone who was running away. She didn't glance back, but whistled to me. Confused, but silently grateful that my night would not be spent under this unstable looking, rotten, smelly thing called a roof- I followed.

She led me to what I could only call home- a patch of heaven in this suburban jungle I'd been dumped in. Trees, grass, animals and even a breeze that didn't make me asphyxiate. She kept going until, after weaving through a few trees, we reached a tall, thickly leaved oak, a sturdy willow stretched high beside it. Barely stopping, she gracefully swung herself high into the branches of the oak and I settled on the grass nearby, enjoying the sun, grass and earth of the afternoon. Her pack landed on the ground with a hearty thunk, and she called down to me.
"Thought you'd be more at home here little miss elf."
I cringed at the nickname, not the least bit surprised that she had known my species. She may not have voiced it, but it was clear in her expression that she had figured it out back at the house.
"About as much as you, Lizzie." I retorted. She cocked her head at me in a way that said 'touché' but whether it was directed at the nickname or the comment itself I was unsure. I took her lack of protest as conformation of the latter.
When it was evident that talk had dissolved into personal thoughts, I removed two items for my sling pack and left it by Lycire's. Swinging up into the willow with as little effort as Lycire, I found suitable places for the two items- My störrièr- an ancient elven short staff, carved from a wood infused with a blend of elemental, charter and elvish magic. Each staff is unique to it's creator's family line. It was my mother's, but with some resentment, she'd handed it to me on my twelfth birthday- and my lucky charm- a small lapis-lazuli blue stone, made by my human father and laden with all the symbols of protection and love as he could fit. I carried it with me everywhere I went. My father may have left me, but at least with this I was reminded that there was once a time where he cared.

I settled down to relax on a wide, high branch and got to thinking. Never a good idea for one as troubled as I. Many unwanted thoughts ran through my head, dissolving into nightmares as I drifted off when darkness fell. About my father leaving, my mother's hate for me, my previous mate's madness and the child of ours I lost by his knife, but the most prominent and troubling of them all- Was Lycire hiding the same thing I had been?

I awoke, a hand clamped solidly over my mouth. I tried to sit up, but another hand restrained me. My eyes, adjusting to the darkness very quickly due to being an elf and all that, made out Lycire, sitting on my branch, a hand over my mouth. I stopped struggling, realising that both her hands were on me! She wasn't holding on the crazy lunatic!
She took the hand that was holding me down off me, but to my increasing shock, didn't place it on the branch. Instead, she brought it to her lips in the universal shhhh symbol. She was balanced perfectly on the branch, but in a position that would certainly have caused a fall even to someone with the balance of an elf. One point to my 'species suspicions'. Snapping back to Lycire's odd behaviour (well, odd for her), I noticed that she was peering down to the ground below us. I caught on- Someone was looking for us.

A man appeared from the shadows below, his footsteps only audible to elven ears. He had his hands clasped around a peculiar looking instrument that glinted cold like polished stone. I could smell it from my perch, and it smelled acidic. I could only guess that this was some kind of weapon. His body language suggested he was hunting something. He was stooped low, tensed and if he had mobile ears, they would be pricked up, listening. His eyes were wide and alert. Another man, also holding a foreign weapon, melted out of the trees. His footsteps were noisier, still not loud enough for human ears, but there was a muscle about him and a set in his jaw that told me it would matter less if this guy was sprung. Hi eyes, whilst alert, were hard and cold, and I recognised them after only a second's hesitation. My glance dashed to the first man who had entered, and I realised that these were the two men who we had met earlier today in the city- the tall, handsome one- Sam, and the burly shorter one- Dean. Sam bent down, opening my pack. My hand reached for my störrièr and stone and I pocketed them, grateful they were with me.
So they were hunting. Hunting us.

Sam didn't find anything in my pack asides from a woven blanket, a dagger and some dried meat, so he signalled to Dean and they met up in the middle, covering all but one side. Lycire chuckled beside me at the same volume as their tread and winked at me. I frowned. Without so much as a warning, she jumped out of the tree. I tried to cry out, but thankfully, the sound stuck in my throat. She executed a somersault in the air and landed noiselessly (and I mean noiselessly) behind the two men. Point two for my non-human theory.

They didn't turn around, as I half expected they would, but went on scanning, oblivious to the girl who had just pulled off a spectacular dive which normally would have been done of a clifftop and landed behind them on land.
It wasn't until she spoke that they realised their lack of observation.
"Well hello there!" She quipped, the same innocent tone that made her so unreadable filing her voice.
They both spun around quick as lighting and trained the weapons on Lycire. I nearly gasped. I didn't know what they did, but with the technology I'd glimpsed already... I shuddered to think.
Dean launched straight into interrogations.
"Where's your friend?" She snarled.
Sam glanced sideways at him.
"I don't have any friends" She said, somewhat pleased by this. Ouch. That somehow stung a bit. The sneer was still plastered on Dean's face. He looked fit to threaten Lycire, but Sam, still glancing from Dean to Lycire intervened before it got ugly.
"Look, uh... we don't know if you've noticed... but your friend isn't entirely... human..." This caused contreversy between the pair. Dean elbowed Sam and sam hissed what? At him. Lycire stood, watching, amused. Lycire mimicked Dean's sneer.
"What do you take me for? No-one's that blunt." Dean nodded slightly, as if amused by her cheek.
"Sorry," She added
"Didn't mean to offend you or anything... This guy here probably filled you in."
Sam had to hide a twitch of amusement on the corner of his mouth.
Dean's face changed. Like Lycire, he wore a mask. His mask slipped slightly to reveal that he had impressed her with her smart arsed jibes. She didn't seem to return the improvement in attitude.
"However..." Lycire continued.
"Put those guns away and you might have a chance to ask her yourself."
I filed the word gun away in my memory bank- good to have a name for the weapon.
Thinking about her words, I suddenly wished I'd had something other than my precious stone to throw at Lycire. What was the point in getting me involved? I was in a good position to attack if she got jumped by these guys.
Sam seemed to catch on earlier than Dean, and looked up, scanning the trees for me. I shrank back into the foilage, hiding myself from view.
Dean's gaze never left Lycire's own-
I nearly laughed out loud.
I would never believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.
Dean wouldn't attack Lycire, even if she knocked him over the head with a sword.
Because, and I could tell by his eyes- He liked Lycire.
This was to good to let go.
It would more than likely mean trouble for me, but, using both hands, I pushed myself of the tree branch with the grace of a leopard and began to fall into the madness unfolding below.