You're name is Freyja Black. You're a hunter, just like your family. You usually hunt alone because you prefer it. You are 21 years old and are working a vamp job. Turns out your not the only one..
"Is that all you got?" You scream at the beast after he tries and fails to hit you. You see the machete that was thrown across the room by the vamp next to one of the others you killed. Swiftly, you break from his hold and launch yourself at the blade.
The wind blew a cold breeze through the doorway, making dust barrel towards where the two were.
Freyja swiped the machete off the floor and turn back to the vamp, chucking the large knife up in the air and locking eyes with the un-dead creature.
The vampire unsteadily shot his eyes at her feet and as he returned them back at hers, he grounded himself.
"Come on you coward!" Freyja chuckle.
The vamp rocked back on his heals and hisses, before launching himself at her with almost no force. Freyja ducked out if his way and swung the blade around to him.
His head drops and blood sprays on her face and a moment after his body drops following.
"Five outta five," Freyja states to herself.
She tighten her ponytail and proceeds to the old wooden chest they had dumped her weapons in.
Once everything was back in place, she cautiously scoped out the hallway outside the room.
The faint sound of footsteps alert Freyja and she presses her back up against the wall.
"Shit, more of them?" Freyja whispered to herself.
She cock your gun and took a deep breath in, bracing herself.
"Say goodbye, you bloodsucking freaks,"
They both swing around to her, pointing there guns.
Two tall guys wearing flannel.
"Hey, hey, we aren't vamps. Look we can show you" the taller one says, putting his hands up surrendering.
He slowly puts his hand in his mouth and lifts up his top lip. He nudges the other, shorter one to do the same. He hesitates for a second and follows.
"Look, were hunters. And I'm guessing you are to?" The shorter one says.
She takes a clear firmer grip on the gun.
"O-okay uh- look we'll drop our guns, okay?" The taller one stutters out. They both slowly put the guns on yhe ground and slide them over towards Freyja.
"Who are you guys?" She asks.
"Im Sam," The taller one, Sam, starts.
"And this is my brother, Dean."
"Winchester." He finishes.
Theres a pause before Freyja breaks.
"Cool. Well, you guys can go home now, I got them all." She lowered her gun.
"Wait you killed them all?" Dean asks shocked.
"Yeah, I killed them all. I didnt need a giraffe to protect me" she signalled with her gun to sam.
Sam furrows his brows.
"O-okay then. Why dont we take you to get drinks, on us?" Dean asks.
"Okay, where"
"How about Grayson's?"
"Its a date" Freyja finishes.
She pushes past the boys, winking at the shorter one.
"I'll meet you there in an hour," Freyja shouts, not bothering to turn to them.
"Yeah." Sam says, unsure of what else to say to that
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