Chapter 3 Not What We Seem
Quick note: Didn't realise quite how short the Twilight bit was but I'm posting the next one now to try and make up for it! Thank you so much for reviewing i wasn't expecting anyone to! You've all cheered me up after i found out the asylum 3 convention was actually in the uk and i could've gone! *Sigh*
The thickness of the woods was beginning to annoy Sam. His tall frame was more in the way than helping and he'd already had an especially low branch hit him in the face, covering his light brown bangs in pine needles. Just after thinking things couldn't get any worse he tripped over a large twisted tree root that seemed too had grown there for the sole purpose of causing Sam pain and embarrassment. Picking himself up and wiping his hands on his, now ruined, jeans Sam surreptitiously turned to see if his brother had noticed his little trip to meet the ground. Unfortunately, he had. Laughing at his younger brother's misfortune, Dean turned, raised his leg to step over the root and promptly tripped over the exact same root, causing a very undignified downward descent face first into the mud. As Dean raised his head out of the sticky paste of leaves and mud that covered the forest floor he saw Sam in fits of laughter offering a shaky hand to help his brother up. Batting it away Dean got up and headed towards what looked like the edge of a clearing. Taking a few deep breaths, Sam followed, his shoulders still quivering with laughter.
The brightness of the clearing was so different to the darkness of the woods that both Winchester's had to slow down considerably so their eyes could adjust. When they could finally see without white spots weaving across their vision, they quickly took in the surroundings. The sun shone across the grassy clearing and small flowers poked their heads above tufts of wild grass. There was a large house to one side of the clearing and a thick barrier of trees all round them. Both noticing the house at the same time the brothers headed in that direction. Feeling a light breeze at the back of his neck, Sam spun round, aiming his arrow soaked in dead man's blood around the clearing.
"Woah dude, what was that about?"
"I thought I saw something in the trees."
"Probably just a wild animal. Come on, I bet they're in there."
Dean nodded in the general direction of the house. Sam turned his head to look in the direction Dean was pointing when he noticed the sunlight catching off something moving towards them.
"Dean, I think we've got a problem."
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Edward could see his sibling's worries and thoughts catching on his own. He needed to clear his mind so he could listen out for the two hunters. Starting to slow so as not to give the trigger-happy hunters an excuse to shoot, Edward noticed their weapons. Letting out a worried gasp he whispered
"Dead man's blood."
He'd never seen it used before but heard about what it could do to vampires. If that stuff got into a vampire's bloodstream it was like a deadly poison. Realising these hunters would do anything to get the job done Edward shivered and hoped to God Carlisle plan would work. For all their sakes.