Chasing The Hunt

1. Eyes of a Stranger

The cold. That's all I could think of as my legs carried me as fast as they could. The leafs crunched under my boots and the icy breeze hitting my face.

But this is what happens when you fall into an entire vampire nest. I had been searching for this nest for months now. But, I didn't expect this many.

I tripped and fell down the steep hill rolling trying to protect my head from any sharp rocks. When gravity finally stopped rolling me I searched the trees, looking for any sight of the vicious creature. I had killed all but one. And that one had my running for a good 2 miles.

It was quiet. I could hear the leafs rustling and what's left of the autum fall hit the ground. I reached down slowly grabbing my blade attempting to stay as quiet as my surroundings. Suddenly, I felt warm breath at the back of my neck. I swung as fast as my body could and my blade was met with the neck of the vampire.

"Ass holes," I murmur under my breath.

I got back to where I had left my duffle bag and started making my way to the nearest road. After several miles I found the dark pavement and followed it.

I didn't know I was going to end up alone. After my mother died when I was very young my father taught me to hunt. He knew one day I would go into the family business and follow his footsteps. I never really wanted it, but I didn't have a choice. But I thought we would hunt together, obviously I was wrong. He dropped me at a diner and told me he was just going to the bathroom, he never came back. I've been on my own since then. That was about 10 years ago. I'm 26 now and more independent than planned. But that's how it goes, ya know?

After several miles I'm met with a run down motel. I don't have any money to stay in a room but the porch will be nice shelter to keep me away from any weather. I notice a car that stands out from the others. Most cars parked were old 90's cars. Mom cars that are given to their 16 year old kid. But this one. I already knew the make and model. A 1967 chevy Impala, black. I loved old cars. I always appreciated the beauty and the workmanship. I decided to sleep against the wall across from the black beauty. Might as well fall asleep looking at a beautiful sight right? I leaned against the cold concrete trying to get comfortable. I was so tired I didn't mind how hard the ground was. I felt my body become heavy as I was met with sleep.

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I was woken very suddenly by a blood curdling scream. I grab my blade from my bag and dart towards the sound. It sounded like it was coming from one of the rooms. I heard the scream again. I ran to the door to find it busted open. As I enter the room I am met with a woman being pinned against a wall along with two men attempting to attack the thing holding her down.

Vampire. Must have missed one.

I run over and push the boys out of the way to make room for the beheading of the creature. The poor lady is stunned, breathing heavily splattered in blood.

"Are you ok miss?" I ask sincerely.
"I don't know," she says with a daunted look.
"Who are you?" I hear behind me.

I turn around to study the two men I had pushed out of my way. One was very tall with long blonde hair. The other a bit shorter with striking green eyes.

"I'm Rose, also the woman who did the job you boys couldn't," I say a bit sharply.
"You a hunter?" The tall one asks me.
"I am."
"I'm Sam Winchester this is my brother Dean, also hunters."

I somehow have heard those names before. I remember being told stories by other hunters of the infamous Winchesters. They have done some very balls-y things. Then it clicks. When my dad abandoned me I turned to my "adopted" uncle Bobby. He went on and on about the Winchesters.