As she began to surface back into consciousness, Hailee found herself bound to a chair with her hands tied behind her and a rough sack bag over her head. In a split second, she was on edge; as far as she could ascertain, she was alone. There were no footfalls to be heard, no breaths moving the air around her, no voices. The air around her was cold and clammy, the room pungent with the smell of decay and stagnant water. She was underground.

The panic that had momentarily overwhelmed her was now bitten back by an anger that ran so deep. Yet again she had been caught unawares in the presence of the Winchesters, and undoubtedly they would have to come and rescue her. Balling her hands into fists and gritting her teeth so tightly that a slight squeak emitted from her lips, she blinked back tears of frustration. Her brothers had always told her that she was overly vulnerable, and that had their father not insisted that the family remain together as much as possible, she would have been left with a family friend. She knew that there had been times when she had come in handy, as an extra set of hands or bait, but clear evidence lay in the light that her family had spent far more time rescuing and worrying about her than anyone else.

Blowing a breath out of pursed lips, Hailee scolded herself into regaining control of her emotions. Now was probably the worst time to have any kind of breakdown. As her hitched breathing began to slow and return to normal, her brain kicked in and started to whir together a plan.

With the bindings merely holding her arms back, and not forcing her wrists together, there was a very good chance that the blade lodged in the inner lining of her jacket sleeve could be loosened and brought down. Using the edge of the chair to knock the tip of the blade free, Hailee felt the material split against her skin, as the weight of the handle forced the knife down. She deftly caught it as it slipped past her palm, and began to saw at the ropes.

Finally, after minutes of carefully cutting through the layers of rope, she was free. Hailee ripped the bag from over her head, and let out a sigh of desperation as she found herself in complete darkness. Standing up shakily, she stepped forwards with her hands raised in front of her, waiting to find something solid that would allow her to guess where she was. The wall that she hit, a few steps away from the chair, was slick with moss and other substances that Hailee did not wish to contemplate. Edging her way around, there was a door that thankfully was unlatched. Wincing slightly as she considered the fact that this escape was so far going too well, she peeled the door away from its frame, and blinked in the low light from the lanterns lighting the corridor outside.

Now that she was out in the relative openness, there were voices to be overheard, and the clinking of crockery and glasses down the hall to her right. Seeing that her options to the left were exceedingly limited thanks to a solid wall that spread the width of the corridor, Hailee took in a steadying breath, turned right and began to walk as soundlessly as possible.

The doors leading off the corridor on either side were locked, clearly bolted from the inside, as there were no locks available for her to break through. Trepidation rose within her as she was forced to continue towards the double doors at the end of the corridor, from under which spilled light. Cracking the doors open silently, she leaned in close to the newly formed gap, and took in the scene that lay in front of her.

The room was vast, with a high ceiling, from which hung multiple lanterns of varying sizes - the largest of which held fifteen individual candles. In the centre of the room was a long dining table, filled with people. Hailee knew none of them on sight, but from the vats and decanters of deep red liquids that trailed a line down the middle of the tabletop she had no other option than to believe they were vampires. Dotted around the outskirts of the room stood women, of varying ages and statures, scantily dressed and their skin was puckered and broken from bite marks that lay red and bruised contrasting greatly against their unnaturally pale hue.

Hailee's mind started to whir together a second plan. She was sure that if she could get inside the room without being noticed, it would be possible for her to find her way around to one of the other three doors that stood in the centre of their respective walls. The only issue would be her attire.

However, in the brief moment that her attention had been drawn away from her surroundings, the door in front of her opened. A male vamp loomed over her and sneered.

"And where exactly do you think you're going, little lady?"

Hailee gulped and her mind went blank.

...

Dean and Sam had followed Hailee down into the ground, but on arriving where they were sure she had fallen to, she was nowhere to be seen.

"If they lay a finger on her, I swear.." Dean growled as he looked around to ascertain their options.

The two hunters found themselves in a cavern-like opening under the ground. The roof above them sported the hole that had carried first Hailee and then the brothers through. There was little light coming through from the night outside, just enough for Dean to make out Sam's features as they twisted into his staple 'I'm thinking' look. Eyebrows knitted together, Sam looked around in hopeful desperation for a way further into the maze they were sure lay ahead of them.

Gesturing to Dean to remain silent, Sam listened intently, and after a moment began to follow the faint sounds of life echoing from the passageway on the right.

"Sammy," Dean whispered. "What are you doing?"

"I can hear something," Sam said, pointing down the passage. "It's not much, but it's all we got."

Dean shrugged, pulling his machete out from the back of the waistband of his beaten up jeans. "After you."

...

Hailee awoke, cursing herself yet again. Stupid, she thought, you should have known it wasn't going to be that easy. And as she looked around it was obvious that the vampires had learned from their previous mistakes. She was tied to railings that ran along the back wall in a smaller dining chamber than the one she had previously found. There were guards stationed at every exit, and a handful of diners who were currently sat staring at her.

There was a slight chill in the air that she had not been conscious of before, and looking down she realised why. Her previous outfit of a loosely fitted black shirt with lace inserts, leggings and her leather jacket, had been replaced by a corset style top that was tied tightly enough to restrict her breathing a little and accentuate her bust considerably, and the tiniest denim hot pants that she had ever seen.

"Perverts!" She spat venomously, still very aware of the tens of pairs of eyes upon her in that moment.

There was the sound of a sudden kerfuffle through the heavy oaken door across the room, that redirected the attention of the vampires for a moment. The guards began to move swiftly towards the door to open it, but before they reached the handle, it swung open, and Sam and Dean burst through into the room. They were both breathing heavily, swinging their blades left, right and centre, fighting off the vampires that were advancing on them, all whilst keeping up a stream of profane cursing - at least on Dean's part.

Dean was the first to spot her on the opposite wall. "Hailee!" He yelled, "Thank-"

In the split second that his attention had been diverted, he was jumped by four vamps who drew obvious pleasure in pinning him down.

Sam's jaw, which had slackened from its grimace a little at Dean's discovery, tightened again. He waded into the sea of bodies around him, all jostling to get a taste, determined to reach and aid Dean. But his act of heroism ended unsuccessfully when he too was overpowered.

As both the boys were strung up on the railings alongside her, Hailee watched as a clearly senior vampire began to move towards them. He was wearing a long robe that covered him from his shoulders to the ground, making him appear to glide across the ground he covered. The hood of the robe was drawn to a midpoint over his bald head, and his dark skin contrasted with his piercing eyes in an unsettling way.

"Ah," he said, his voice smooth and almost sultry. "The Winchesters; of course. Never a dull moment with you two apes around. But," he turned to Hailee. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure."

Hailee's tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Not daring to glance at Sam or Dean, she wrestled with the notion that social etiquette demanded she give him her name.

She cleared her throat. "Hailee."

She could almost feel Dean's anxiety rolling off of him as he hung there next to her, next to useless in defending her.

"Simmer down, Dean." The vampire flicked his eyes towards him without turning his head from Hailee. "It's simply good manners to have a lady introduce herself." He turned back to Hailee. "I am the Father of my race – the Alpha, if you will."

Terror ignited in Hailee's gut as she faced this creature. She had never before been in the presence of a being of such power, and the thought that she was fully unprepared for this suddenly arose within her. He seemed to sense it, and chuckled a little to himself. He moved forward to lay a hand on her cheek.

"Do not fret, Hailee. You have no reason to fear me. You will come to no harm at my hands. You are a unique specimen in these times of frivolity."

Dean was all but seizing next to her. "What the hell does that mean?" he demanded, fighting his bonds in an attempt to put himself in between the Alpha and Hailee.

"She is pure. In a way that few young women are these days. Not something that you would expect, Dean. Though I am sure you've marred enough in your time."

Hailee's eyes slammed shut in embarrassment. Of all the things he could have picked on…

Dean was still trying to put together the fragmented pieces that the Alpha had thrown at him, but Sam seemed to have completed the puzzle.

"But why does that cause any interest for you?" he asked.

"The purity of her blood is a delicacy, as you boys well know from our previous encounters."

Dean froze. "She's a…" He turned his head as much as he could to face Hailee. "You're a v-?"

Hailee shook her head violently at him to get him to shut up, "That's not what's important Dean. We came here for answers, and I'll be damned if I leave without them."

The Alpha chuckled. "I like your spark, young one. You may ask a question. But only one."

Hailee watched him move away towards a seat, and then took a breath. "Do you have anything to do with the mutant creatures we've been facing?"