Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ The way you Ketch me ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

As I drove the 6 hours to Payne, Oklahoma, it became clearer and clearer that I was getting closer to vamp territory. I honestly sounded like several neighboring towns had a giant infestation on their hands, from what the police scanner could tell me anyway. Another body drained of blood here, a weird animal mutilation there. This was insane. No wonder the British dog came sniffing around.

It was nearing midnight when I pulled into a motel just outside of town. I booked a room for the night and made sure that, this time, nothing and no one was going to get into it while I was sleeping. Once again, I stashed a gun under my pillow before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up to the loud sound of the police scanner going haywire. Another body had dropped. As I woke up enough to see clearly, I glanced at the clock. It was 6am, but that was fine. A hunter never slept much anyway. I got up and rounded up my gear and found my suit and badge. After everything was in order and I had a large knife strapped and concealed at my side, I made for the door and my car.

The crime scene was as much as you’d expect a vamp killing to be. Body drained of blood. Several clean incisions at the neck, just about the size of a pin prick. I waved my badge to get a closer look, only further confirming that it was a vamp.

“It’s a shame really.” One of the local cops tried to start up a conversation.

“Ya? Was she popular or somethin?” I asked.

“Well no. Quite a loner really. But she was young. Maybe 23.” The cop said, shaking his head slightly.

“That is a shame.” I stood up from where I’d been crouching next to the body and stuck my hand out towards the cop, “Campbell.”

The cop hesitated for a few seconds before shaking my hand, “Thompson.”

“Well, Thompson. Was our girl here getting into any new clubs or anything before she ended up here?” I asked, trying to probe for more information.

“Uh. I’m not sure. Like I said, she wasn't popular but she had a few friends.” He said.

“Great,” I said, looking the cop up and down. He wasn’t unattractive. Cropped short dirty blonde hair, ginger scruff across his face. Bright blue eyes that showed just how new he was to this job. I smirked a little, “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and we can discuss her friends.”

He smiled at me.

*a drink later*

My head hit the pillow of the motel bed, my breathing heavy. Chris rolled off of me, breathing heavy himself. A smile grew on my face as I thought about how this morning had played out. I began to laugh to myself a little.

“Don’t tell me I was that bad.” Chris said, next to me.

“Oh no. You were amazing, just what I needed.” I said, giggling a little bit.

“Then what are you laughing about?” Chris asked, turning on his side to face me.

“I’m laughing because it's ridiculous that a cup of coffee lead to this.” I said, covering my face.

“Oh. Ya that is a little funny.” Chris said, chuckling, “And all you asked for was a few names.”
“Which I still got.” I said, making a point to sit up and sit on the edge of the bed, “You should probably head back to the station though. God knows what they think happened to you.”

“As much as I hate it, you’re right.” He said, groaning slightly as he got out of the bed, “Well it was fun while it lasted.”

The smirk on his face was adorable. “Maybe I’ll see you around again. My cards on the table.” I said, gesturing to the small side table in the room.

Chris picked it up as he shucked his pants back on, winking at me as he grabbed his button up and other clothes items from the floor before he left me alone in the room. I found myself smiling again, but it didn’t last long. I stood up and headed to the shower, taking a nice cool shower before dressing and looking up the two names I had been given. I doubt they knew anything.

*Hours of boring interrogating later.*

I walked out of the last girls house, shaking my head. Both girls knew almost nothing about the vic. They even admitted that they were only her friend for some bet they had made in Middle school. In my opinion, that’s just cruel. I walked to my car in time to hear a motorcycle race by. I didn’t even have to look up to know what kind of bike it was, I was familiar with its sound. But before it, and the man riding it, could turn around and recognise me, I got in my car and drove the opposite direction and back towards the motel.

Once there I say at my computer and went over what I knew about the area in an attempt to find the best locations for the nest, or nests if there ended up being multiple like I expected there to be. In the end I found 20 possible locations for a vamp nest, including an abandoned Wendy’s at the edge of town, and an old mine shaft deep in the forest surrounding these towns. I sighed, leaning back in my chair and glancing at the clock. It was almost eight thirty. Feeding time for any smart vamp. I stood and grabbed my jacket before heading out and to the closest possible nest spot.

*Several empty locations later*

I laid flat on top of a grassy hill, not far from the old mine shaft. This was the tenth spot tonight and I was getting restless. I had my binoculars trained at the opening of the mine shaft, waiting for something, anything, to happen. I’d been there for about half an hour when something finally moved near the entrance. I watched quietly as a vamp walked out into the night air, looking around to make sure it was alone before pulling out a small phone and calling someone. I continued to watch as a truck pulled up a path and two other vamps jumped out of it. They went to the back to the truck and began wrestling with something. A few seconds later and they were pulling a teenage girl and boy out of the back and onto the knees in the dirt. They looked like high schoolers. Their hands were bound behind their back and their mouths were closed by a cloth that was tied behind their heads. The boy looked like he was trying to be confident but his body language said he was terrified. They must have been on a date when they were kidnapped.

I watched as they were taken into the mine, not daring to move until I was sure no one had been left behind to watch the opening. I quietly stood and made sure my machete was still strapped to my side. With that checked, I stored my binoculars in the duffle I had brought before leaving it there and walking as silently as possible down the hill. The road at the bottom was gravel so I took a moment to find the quickest and quietest way to walk across it before making it to the entrance and making sure it was clear. One that was done, I unsheathed the machete and gripped it tight in my hand, ready for any attack as I entered the darkness before me. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark surroundings but when they did I was able to see just how long this nest had been here. Skeletons seems to line the walls, most must have dated back to the 1800s, when the killings in this area started. I made sure to avoid the bones as much as I could without the use of a flashlight.

After walking down the mineshaft for a tense few minutes, I heard a scream come for an off hand shaft a few feet away, making my way to it quickly I saw there was a light from a lantern at the end of it. The light glinted off of fresh blood flowing down the young girls barely moving chest. She hung from the rafters by the rope around her hands. The boy hung in a similar fashion beside her. I could barely see a vamp standing in the shadows, blood gleaming off of it’s face. I stomped on a bane near my feet, drawing the vamps attention to me.

“Why not pick on someone more your type?” I said, raising my blade into a battle stance.

The vamp growled at me, leaving its current victims and running for me. Before it could get close enough to grab me, I slashed my blade through it’s neck and watched as it’s body slammed into me just before it and the head hit the ground. As the head hit the ground with a thump, I could hear more coming up the shaft behind me. I needed to get these people out of here before we were surrounded. I raced towards them, using my blade to make quick work of the rope holding the boy to the rafters before holding the girl up while cutting hers so she didn’t fall to the floor. I motioned for the boy to follow me as I threw the girl over my shoulders and made for the exit. As we rn I pulled my phone out and called the number Chris had left me. I gave him the location of my vehicle and told him two victims would be waiting there for medical help before hanging up. When we reached the entrance again I handed the girl off to the boy and told him where to run to. He didn’t need to be told twice. Once they were gone I took a breath before diving back into the mine shaft.

*Half an hour later*

I didn’t take me long to clear out the nest, but when I emerged again the sky had already started to get brighter. I was breathing heavy by the time I got back to my car, my clothes soaked in blood and torn in places from vamps trying to get to my skin. I opened the trunk and threw my duffle bag and the machete inside, slamming it closed when I was done. I got into my car and drove silently back to the motel.

When I got back, I was tired enough to miss the motorcycle sitting outside the room I’d paid for. I was tired enough to even miss the man sitting on the bed as I passed him. Instead, I walked in and began to undress on my way to the small bathroom to take a shower. I left the door ajar behind me as I started the water, thinking nothing of my not-so-empty room. The warm water hit my shoulders, removing the semi-dried blood and easing the pain of small cuts and the soreness of my muscles. I was tired, so tired that I let my brain wonder and let me remember what it felt like to have his hands on my skin. I could almost feel them, like the feelings of his hands tracing my sides was real. I let my mind remember what to was like to feel his kiss on my neck. I could almost feel that too. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, the soft touch even a psychopath seemed to have when he caressed my skin, the sweet kisses that he left on my sore shoulders, the ones that melted the pain away.

 

I reached back and could remember what it was like to feel his hair run through my fingers, what the stubble felt like on his cheeks. This was all too real to be a dream but I let my mind run with it in fear that if I acknowledged that it was real that it would disappear like a fleeting memory. So I let this moment become several. I let it become sweet and passionate. I let it turn into something more than just butterfly kisses on sore muscles. I let it melt into a dream that I didn’t want to end. And then I woke up, alone and in bed. Nothing around me to prove that anything I had imagined had actually happened. Not until I moved to pull the blankets over me and realized it wasn’t blankets I’d been wrapped in. It was a very familiar jacket.