Yes please forgive my spelling and grammar, I don't have spell check haha only note pad. Now the world sees just how bad my spelling is. I have bee extra careful in this chapter but it hard to edit your own work

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He shall not be afraid of evil tidings; his heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord.
Psalm 112:7
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Micah was fuming.
She was terrified.
She should never have allowed Castiel to join her.

Leaning back against the tree, Micah was sucking in cold air between her teeth, coughing as it burnt through her throat to her lungs. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to concentrate, to clear her erratic thoughts long enough to make a decision.
Falling apart now would mean Castiel's death.

It was only an hour before sunset when they arrived at Black Forest. It wasn't a long drive, but long enough to fill Castiel in on the rules.
Many of the people were still hiking and moving around, resting on rocks with friends or lovers as the sun set, casting the last of its orange and pink light for the day.
Micah and Castiel however were standing over the boot of her car, loading guns and shielding machetes under their jackets.

Micah had taken the time to observe Castiel, his eyes reflecting the sun set that reached them through the trees. Tomorrow, she thought, she needed to get him some clothes that fir him better.

Hiking along the tracks, they tried to find any clues to where the nest would be; spying on the people as they retreated into their cabins for the night.
Only then did Micah see a group coming down the track.

Every fibre of Micah tingled and she nudged Castiel beside her, ducking behind the cover of a tree and Castiel did the same, watching as the group split.
'Crap.' Micah frowned, watching as two of the young men followed couple as the other joined a larger group. Gesturing to the two that were heading back towards the Cabin Micah knew was the last on the track; secluded and hidden.
Perfect for a vampire nest.

Shaking her head, Micah frowned as Castiel began to follow them and before she could move without being noticed, he disappeared into the dark. Groaning, Micah tried to put away her worry; he could handle himself, if he came back in one piece, he was bound to get a piece of her mind.

Continuing on as she would normally, Micah tracked the other crowd, sure that they were vampires by the way they moved, leaning in close as they slung their arms over women and pressing their faces into their necks.
A sign of affection to woman, but to a vampire it was more of a choosing their next meal.

Pulling free her machete, her only problem now was how to lure them away from the group of people.
'Looking for us?'

Spinning, Micah slashed with the machete but the man stepped back quickly, hands raised in false surrender.
'Whoa, calm down there little one.' He laughed, teeth bright in the minimal light as he bared them in a forced smile. 'You know its dangerous to be swinging around with one of them…' he dropped his arms and advanced on Micah, who couldn't find a strong place to take a stand and fight him, 'might accidently chop someone's head off.'

'Oh it will, but it won't be by accident.' She snarled, spinning the blade in her hand before holding it in front of her, braced and ready. Why was he simply talking to her? Any other vampire would have already attacked, or at least made some sort of move to try.
'Feisty,' he stopped walking forward and Micah got a good look at his face from the camp fire not too far away.
Greg Founders, first missing victim.
Except there was nothing left to save of him now.

'I don't feel like dying tonight so could you please just come with me?'
Raising an eyebrow Micah forced a laugh, shaking her head.
'I don't think so. Tell me what you want right now or I give your height a trim.'
With a sigh he rolled his head, smiling at Micah.
'We have your friend, hunter. He didn't stand much of a chance against four of us.'

That stupid bastard.
Micah sighed heavily, cursing in her mind at ever letting him go off himself without confirming what they were. So they knew they were there, lured him away, but why?
'Ok, I'll come with you on two conditions…'
Greg bowed dramatically, smirking and Micah made sure there was a bite to her words as she spoke.
'One, I want him to still be alive when I get there,' Before he could speak, Micah held the blade higher to silence him, 'and I want to know why only the men are being turned?'

There was a silence, in which Micah thought there would be no answer but Greg nodded, agreeing to her terms.
'He is alive, but that depends on your hunters definition of alive,'
Panic and worry spread across Micah's skin like a cold sweat, sickly and confusing but she ignored the vampires chuckle, opening her eyes and glaring at him. He began to pace, looking over towards the group of partiers, but Micah took a step to stand between him and them.
'No friends.'

Greg lowered his head in understanding, that taunting grin still on his handsome face.
'To answer your second demand… I don't know.' He frowned, genuinely looking distantly as if sorting through memories, what was real and what was not. A tear fell from his eyes and for a surprised moment, Micah wondered if he had fully turned, but his next words made Micah sick to the core.
'Our "boss" wants a strong family. We already have enough women, it's the men that can do the real damage. You know what he gets us to do? Out first kill, our first feed to become a real vampire is all our partners; break the chains of humanity…'
Slowly he moved back, grinning with a cruel smile and Micah snarled as she lost sight of him. He had been wearing a white shirt, so she kept her eyes peeled for its glow in the dark. When she didn't see it, Micah cautiously took a few steps, guard up in case he had not completely gone.

Breaking into a sprint, she ran in the direction Castiel had left, praying that nothing had happened to him.
There was laughter, echoing around her in the trees and Micah stopped, growling as it got closer and closer.

'Of course I think you realise that I cannot allow you to simply run in unescorted? Specially with that.'
Micah could feel his breath on her neck and with a sharp twist she brought the blade down, only to nick some of the skin of his arm.
'And you must realise that I cannot allow you to exist?'
Claw like hands grabbed at Micah but she managed to pull away, dropping the blade as she blocked a strong attack. Greg charged at her, slamming her into a tree and Micah cried out at the branch stabbed through her clothes, leaving a gash on her side.

'I like you, it is a shame that your Castiel is going to be the one that kills you.'
Micah tried to get away, but Greg pushed harder; eyes slits as he smiled at her. His hand reached down and under her shirt, pressing at her hip before moving up to her new wound. Hissing, Micah squirmed again but she could not get away from him as his fingertips felt around it before scooping the blood. He brought it out, licking his fingers in front of Micah with a sick groan of pleasure.

'Dam you taste good.'
Growling low in her throat, Micah brought her leg up, kicking Greg away from her. She fell to the ground, ignoring the pain in her side and scooped up her machete. Greg was not far away and Micah pulled out a torch from her boot. It was only a small one, but she turned it on and directed it into the vampires face, stopping his advance.

'Please darling, that doesn't do anything to me.'
'I know, it's for me to see your neck.'
Before he could move away or even blink, Micah swung the machete around with everything she had.
It severed half his neck, blood running down as Greg fell to his knees. Ripping the blade out, Micah swung again, a crunch as the blade cut through the spine.

As the head rolled, eyes wide and mouth open to reveal his row of sharp teeth, Micah pushed the body over, leaning back against the tree.
Pain was consuming her side, but she had felt far worse.

Her only worry now was Castiel.

She could feel her fear roll in her stomach but she got control of it, caught her breath and her thoughts.
The old cabin was not too far away, she just prayed she got there in time.

'Arh, the young hunter Micah.'
The voice was overly cheerful to hear and Micah sighed, rounding the corner of the corridor to stand just outside a large empty room.

On her way in she had tried to be stealthy but she guessed that hacking off three heads on the way may become a bit obvious.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark room, but her nose needed no time to adjust to the damp smell coming from the room; blood and water.

A figure was moving, and she could only guess it was the head vampire; four others were standing along the wall, a chair in the middle of the room.
Tied to that chair was Castiel.
His head was hanging low and for a fleeting moment she feared he was already dead.
Hands were turned upright, facing the ceiling as the blood dripped down into two bowls.
They were bleeding him out slowly.

After making sure her hair was tightly tied still, she stepped into the room quickly, just ready to attack.
Sure enough one of the ran towards her, but it was too easy to rid of him.
'Stop it! No one move.'
The man bellowed and Micah froze briefly before heaving her machete from the wooden floor, the blood of that vampire soaking into it.

Angry, Micah started to make her way to Castiel but the vampire was there first, leaning down to put his face close to Castiel's neck, breathing in deep.
'He smells so good…'
'Don't you dare!'

Eyes flickered up to Micah and she shifted uneasily as he stood straight; brown curly hair soft compared to his sharp, distinct features.
'Why, hunter? Is he that important to you that you would risk your life?'
Micah didn't know how to answer but when a soft mumble came from Castiel, when he name came from his mouth, Micah tightened her grip on the machete, anger pouring for her eyes at the vampire. He was moving slowly and Micah noticed the remaining three along the walls close in subtly.

How the hell was she going to get out of this? It would have been so much easier if Castiel just stayed at the motel.
'Don't worry your pretty little head, his worries will be over soon, and then yours.'
He knelt down, dipping his finger in the blood that was now thick in the bowl and bringing it to his lips.
'Tastes just as good… he tastes really good…'

Having had enough, Micah sliced her blade through the air, beheading the nearest vampire. The other two took that as an invitation and they were on her in a minute. Micah could feel her wound tare as she moved, fighting off the two vampires. They were snarling, hissing as their teeth glimmered in the light.

Making a dive for Castiel while the other two were on the floor, she threatening snarled at the head vampire, who backed off with a smile. Cutting the rope around his wrists, she tried to shake him awake, but his head rolled, eyes staring at her blankly.
'I didn't give you permission to die Cass, get off your ass!'

Fingers dug into her shoulder and Micah was ripped away from Castiel, slamming into the wall behind her. She groaned, unable to get up as the two vampires pounced at her. Finding her gun in her jeans, Micah fired it, knowing that it wouldn't kill them but it was enough to make them back off. Searching for her machete, Micah had never felt so panicked in her life, never so incapable of organising her thoughts and priorities.

There was a screech and the two above her stopped attacking, running over to Castiel. Micah felt the fear squirm in her stomach again violently.
'No!'
A face was in hers before she could move, teeth bared and breath foul.
'I'm going to take you with me, hunter.'
Micah clicked her gun but there were no more bullets and she was too slow to fight him as he gripped her wrists, opening his mouth wide and ready to bite her.

Blood splattered on Micah, heavy and warm.
She was panting, too nervous to open her eyes and look.
Was it her own blood?
It didn't feel like it.

The hands around her wrists loosened and tentatively Micah turned her head, opening her eyes besides the blood that covered her. The vampire was still staring at her, teeth bared and ready but the machete was almost well and true through his neck.

Castiel was on the other end of the weapon, pushing the body away from Micah as he swung the blade down again to make the head separate from the body.
He was standing over the body, machete loose in his hands. Blood was running down from his wrists but Micah didn't want to move.
The look that was in his eyes as he did that, even now as he stood there… it was terrifying.

It was hard to chop something's head off for the first time, whether it was a family chicken or a vampire, but Castiel did it so easily, too brutal.
Snapping out of it, she got to her feet carefully, Castiel remaining still even though he swayed slightly. His eyes were cast down, lost in thought and cautiously she reached for the machete.
'Castiel?'

He didn't move and Micah ran her hand down his arm smoothly, reached the handle of the machete and taking it from his bloody hands.
'Cass?'
The worry in her voice almost made her choke, but she found her strength when Castiel came out of whatever it was he was in, eyes returning their focus and breathing rapid. Straight away he reared from the blood, bumping into Micah.
Looking at his wrists, he gasped and tried to hold it but his skin was slick from the blood.

Ripping off her jacket, Micah tied it flimsy around one wrist and tore off the bottom of her shirt before tying in tightly around his other, a hiss of pain from Castiel.

'Are you alright?'
Castiel looked up to her, eyes fearful but he didn't look back at the mess behind him.
He didn't make another sound, just nodded and Micah guided him out of the room. She would tend to the mess later; right now she wanted to make sure Castiel didn't die from shock or blood loss.

Castiel was constantly changing, going from innocent and weak to a ruthless hunter. He wasn't scared, he didn't hesitate. This changing was scaring Micah.
The man beside her, who the hell was he?

Could have been longer, more in detail etc but trying to keep a limit to so many words because they may be a few chapters to this story.
Next hunt will be more of a hunt hunt and chosen to go with a selkie.
Thanks for reading.

Silver-Kirin
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