Dean followed, only to see Vivian's ass sticking out at him. Trying and failing at hiding his grin, he sat on the porch steps, seeing as Sam had taken Bobby's only deck chair. As though she could sense his thoughts, Vivian piped up.
"Get ah good look boys; you won't get many other chances." She stuck her bottom out a little more and gave it a small wiggle from right to left to right before standing and turning. She still had the bottle of Jack in the one hand, but in her other she was holding a lit cigarette. She took a drag and gave Dean a look. "If either of you intends to give me a lecture on either my drinking or smoking habits, I can assure you you'll be seeing the barrel of my shotgun before the night's over."
Dean and Sam grinned. Sam was the first to speak. "Vivian, I know you told Bobby your story, but I'd like to hear it from you. How exactly did you start Hunting?"
Vivian examined him as she took another drag. Dean had to admit, she made the disgusting habit look damn sexy. Silent for a moment, Vivian drank another swig before putting down the bottle. For the first time, Dean noticed that she'd changed from her Hunting clothes. Now she was wearing a white tank top, cutoff jean shorts and nothing much else, though he could see her purple bra through her shirt.
Vivian sank to the ground, balancing her elbows on her knees. "I was seventeen. My little sister, my only living relative, was in ah coma at the hospital. Visiting hours were long over, but I couldn't leave her there alone, especially if there was even the slightest chance she may wake up." Vivian took another swig and paused to flick the ashes of her cigarette.
"It was 'leven twenty seven on the evenin' ah May first. I got up to grab ah cup ah coffee an' ah bag of M&Ms and when I walked into the room… It wasn't just my sister laying there on the bed… There was this young man, bout my age at the time, covered in my sister's blood an' gnawin' at her neck." Vivian ran a hand through her hair. "For some reason, my sister's eyes were open for the first time in three months an' I knew she'd woken up at some point while I was gone." Vivian crushed her cigarette with the bottom of the near empty bottle. "She was awake while that thing was chewing on her throat… I can't describe the look she had in her eyes… She was so scared. My baby sister was so scared an' in so much pain, but all I could do was watch as the light left her eyes."
Vivian drained the bottle and blinked to prevent any tears from falling. "I felt so helpless… right before she died, I screamed. I screamed so loud the nurses thought I was possessed. The vamp jumped through the window as soon as I opened my mouth. I ran tah my sister and held her hand as she said two simple words." Vivian smiled, though to Dean and Sam it seemed more like a grimace.
"Forgive you, she said…" Vivian stood suddenly and walked with bare feet over the gravel to the closest junk car. She stopped just before it and hurled the bottle at it so hard, glass flew several feet. She then picked up an old rusty tail pipe and used it to smash a massive dent into the hood. She hit it three more times, each time bending the metal in a way that the brothers thought impossible for someone of her size.
Vivian tossed away the tail pipe and picked up a crowbar. She gave Sam a wicked grin and he couldn't help but shudder. "From that day forward, I researched everything I could about vampires." She used the crowbar to tear a hole in the unrecognizable hood. "I followed ah rumor to ah man in the woods an' he taught me how tah shoot." The crowbar ripped into the passenger side door. "He taught me how tah fight." A giant hole appeared in the trunk. "He taught me how tah survive."
She dropped the crowbar and picked up a chunk of old cement. By now, Dean and Sam were extremely worried about their personal safety, as well as Vivian's, but she showed no signs of slowing. Keeping a watchful eye on her every move, they continued to listen with rapt attention.
"I tracked that vamp for three years, taking other jobs along the way so that when I finally met him, I'd be ready." Vivian flashed another crazy grin as she threw the chunk of cement through the window of another junk car. "One day, I finally found him…" She laughed, falling to her knees in the dirt. "I found him, an' I trussed him up an' I carved the most beautiful picture into his neck." She chuckled. "Then I tore out each one ah his fangs before finally chopping off his head."
Vivian stood and walked up to the porch. Sam and Dean saw that her knees were dirty and full of cuts, as were her forearms. Her hair was a mess and her shirt was ruined but her face was dry, devoid of any tears. She pulled out another cigarette and lit it. "My sister might 'a forgiven me for leaving her to die, but I will never, ever, forgive myself." With that she ground the cigarette into the grass with her bare heel before disappearing inside.