Chapter 2

"DEAN STOP!" She heard the booming voice by her ear. She began to scream, but one of the hands holding her shifted to cover her mouth, silencing her. She felt the other arm holding her quickly release, tearing the thing in her neck away, causing her to gasp into the hand.

"WHAT THE HELL SAM? GET YOUR HAND AWAY FROM HER MOUTH!" A deep male voice shouted back.

"Dean, I can feel her pulse, she's hot..."

Suddenly she started to feel scared for a very different reason.

"She's not a vamp!" the voice shouted against her cheek.

A mixture of shock and relief rushed through her. They had thought she was 'vamp'. A vampire. They were probably here for the same reason she was... unless... they were vampires and this was some kind of turf war thing... maybe they saw another opportunity in a non-vampire. A human. With apulse... a beating heart... blood pumping...

She struggled away from the one holding her. He let her. Confused she held the cleaver out in front of her defensively, backing away from the shadowy figures.

She heard noises from above, the creak of the door upstairs, then a quiet thud on the factory floor behind the two men. Moving her eyes in its direction she could see the silhouette of a tall man holding a something long and metalic - a machete maybe. His gaze was still locked on her, and he seemed surprised. Behind him though, she could just make out something approaching him, stealthily.

"BEHIND YOU!" she screamed. She saw the man turn quickly, raising his weapon. Saw it knocked out of his hand, clanging to the floor. Suddenly she was right there, she didn't even realise she had begun running toward him, but now she was swinging her heavy cleaver at the thing that had attacked him, as he threw himself down towards where his machete had fallen. And that thing, it fell too, head rolling away sickeningly.

She could feel the hot sticky wetness on her face... her hands... she could smell it. Her skin crawled. She registered that there were more of them - more 'vamps' as the men with machetes had called them. The machete men were fighting. She saw the one who had held her swing his blade, 'Sam', the other guy had called him Sam, she stared as he took off the head of another vamp. Horrified, she tried to look away, but saw him look towards her. She felt frozen to the spot. He was running at her, pushing her away. As she fell, she saw why. He decapitated another one, it had been right behind her.

"Thanks", she mumbled, getting to her feet and looking up at him. He was tall, and she had to tilt her head back to look at him properly. As she did, she saw shadows soundlessly moving on catwalk above.

"LOOK OUT!" she screamed, pushing him hard in the chest. He stumbled out of the way as a vamp leapt down towards them. He was out of the way, but that thing slammed into her arm and shoulder. She heard a nauseating crack, let out a shocked, pain filled scream. She was knocked to her knees, and stayed there swaying and panting. As her vision began to clear she could see Sam fighting two more of them as they jumped down on either side of him. He moved back from her further, drawing them away. He turned worried eyes on her briefly, and then beyond her.

"DEAN!" he shouted.

Behind her she could hear the other guy, 'Dean', his name was 'Dean', her hazy mind told her, fighting his own battle. Her eyes moved to where her cleaver had fallen. There was no way she could get it though. Her arm felt like it was broken, and she could feel warm liquid dripping off her hand too. She could barely think through the pain. Then she registered a hand around her waist and let out a blood curdling scream as another hand clawed at her injured shoulder. A female voice whispered against her cheek, "Well, you're no good for anything now, except a snack". Then, her whole world was pain as her vision darkened.

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Dean heard his brother shout his name as he let the headless body of the vamp he'd just ganked fall to the floor with a squelching thud. He looked across the room and saw his brother holding his own against two more. Closer though, he could see the woman kneeling on the floor, as a hot brunette vamp crawled behind her, reaching around her waist. The scream startled him into action as he ran across the room. He could tell the woman had passed out as the scream cut off, she was hanging limply in the vamp's arms... as she... his face hardened and twitched in disgust when he realised... she was feeding.

Pulling the syringe from his inside pocket, he slammed the needle into the brunette's neck, depressing the plunger sharply, the lethal dose of the thick red liquid disappearing into her. She collapsed backwards, and he moved around swiftly to grab the unconscious woman before she could fall into the concrete floor. Laying her down carefully, checking her pulse and breathing, before darting towards Sam and the two vamps, machete raised.