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Hunt for the Undead
Disclaimer: I only own Katharine, Antoné, and anyone who is affiliated with them. Along with the townspeople that will appear. That’s all.
Prologue
Murder at Midnight
Sam Winchester let a loud yawn escape his lips as he pulled the old Chevy into the parking lot of the most recent cheap motel. He put the car in park and rubbed his tired face with the palms of his hands. It had been a long drive and his brother, Dean, had slept most of the way, making the younger of the two men drive all the way from Western Alabama to the outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
Their father had sent them an e-mail containing news clipping of strange occurrences in the area. Unfortunately, their father didn’t really have any idea of what was going on. He usually would have, except for the fact that all of the evidence and crime scenes pointed to more than one creature that they could be facing.
Strange claw and bite marks had appeared on the bodies of three poor souls who had lost the fight against these creatures. But, as for the blood of the victims? It no longer existed. The carcasses had literally been drained of the bodily fluid until it had become just a hollow shell.
Again, so many things to suspect, so little time before someone else died at the hands of it.
But, Sam would worry about it tomorrow. It had been a long journey and he felt as though he would pass out right there behind the wheel, luckily, he had found the old motel before he did.
He looked at his brother who was resting comfortably. ‘It would be really mean to wake him,’ he thought as an evil grin formed on the younger man’s lips. “Dean,” he said softly, giving his shoulder a shake.
Dean did not wake; he only stirred before mumbling: “Five more minutes,” and fell right back to sleep.
Sam rolled his eyes and figured he would just leave his brother in the car, though he did wish he had an opened can of shaving cream at the ready. It would have been very amusing, but unfortunately, he didn’t have one handy. He let out a sigh and grabbed his bag from the back seat of the vehicle and got out. He stretched as he stood up, letting every joint give a loud pop and he headed inside to the front desk.
It was pretty late at night, so he didn’t expect anyone to be awake and he expected he’d have to ring for someone. He was surprised when he saw an old man sitting at the desk, watching a television that was propped up on the wall.
“Single or double?” grunted the man without even giving Sam the slightest look.
Sam couldn’t help but look at the man in shock. He at least had expected some sort of courtesy. “Uh, double, please.” Maybe civility was too much to ask for from the man, so Sam didn’t let it get to him.
The old man finally turned away from the television and looked at his customer. He had an eye patch situation over his left eye, which was heavily scarred, like the rest of the side of his face, from what looked to be a very terrible incident. Sam couldn’t help but stare at his heavily scarred facade. “What’re ya lookin’ at?” he growled.
“Nothing,” the young man answered as he focused on something else in the room.
The man at the desk didn’t say any more to Sam, until he saw Dean still sleeping in the car, his face flattened against the window. “’s he with you?” Sam nodded. “Yous better be careful. There be dangerous happenins this side ‘o town. Hope you don’t wake up tomorra findin’ him dead.” The man gave a cackle as he tried to scare his customer, but after all that Sam and his brother had seen he wasn’t frightened of much anymore.
“Don’t worry. He’s safe in there.” He mostly meant because Dean was locked in, but there was also the fact of the large artillery that was stashed in the trunk. He was as safe as could be.
“If you say so.” The man cackled again. But, Sam just ignored him and headed up to his room. All he cared about, right now, was a good night’s sleep.
Three of them stood atop an apartment building and looked over the small town. The streets were vacant, except for a few stray cats and dogs. Nothing large enough for them all to feast on.
“This is hopeless, Antoné,” said the only female in the group. She spoke with a Bulgarian accent; it made her seem very exotic. “There isn’t much we can do when a curfew has been enforced.” She gently ran her hand through his shaggy, dark hair and pressed herself against his side. “There is nothing for us to feast on, anymore. Plus, I believe she is catching up to us.”
The one named Antoné gave a fanged grin as he stared off at the city in the distance. He had to admit that she was right about most of what she said, but he knew differently about the rest. “Perhaps we should move on,” he said with a British accent passing through his lips. He paused as his grin widened. “And you’re wrong, Elena. She has caught up to us.”
The third in the party looked at their leader, fear in his yellowed eyes. He spoke with a Russian accent. “Are you certain?”
“Quite,” Antoné replied. “I can smell that human blood of hers.” The three of them saw a streak of light in the distance. They each grinned as they saw the light of a flashlight moving down the block. Antoné’s grin grew into a menacing one as a plan formed. “Perhaps, we should leave her a gift.”
The other two didn’t have to ask what he meant by that. They only followed him as he jumped from his perch on the ledge and landed effortlessly on the sidewalk below.
Since it was a full moon, there was no way that anything would have happened to her, like what had happened to those other three girls. They had been fellow students at Pitt College with her. One of them had even been in one of her classes. She just couldn’t believe what had happened and how terrible it was.
She would have been lying if she said she wasn’t frightened while walking down the street. Her Terrier wasn’t exactly a great guard dog and probably would not be much help to her if she became in danger. She felt her heart pound faster as the moon hid itself behind a large cluster of clouds. This would be the perfect time for her to be attacked. The assailants would be able to get to her under the cover of darkness.
Then she heard them. Footsteps. And they were coming up behind her. They weren’t quick, though. They just sounded as though the people they belonged to were out for a leisurely stroll as well, but she knew differently. Her breath caught in her throat and she stopped for only a moment to pick her dog up from the sidewalk. She glanced behind her to see three figures in black overcoats following close behind her.
She let out a squeal of terror before she picked up her pace and began to run for her life. She heard loud chuckles emitting from behind her. She knew she would never be able to outrun them; she was almost too scared to move her feet. But, she continued to run. If anything, she could hide from them until they were well out of range.
She turned down an alleyway, but she knew they had seen. The loud chuckles of her stalkers rang in her ears as they cornered her at the end of the alleyway.
“Well, well, well, such a delectable morsel,” Antoné said, while licking his lips to expose his fangs. The others did the same as they continued to chuckle.
Michelle crammed herself as far against the back wall of the alley, the dog clutched tightly in her grasp. Her eyes went wide as the three dark figures crowded around her, their eyes glowing bright yellow as they bent down.
No one heard her loud shriek of terror when their fangs contacted to her soft skin, except for a flock of pigeons who fluttered away when they heard the cry of horror. Then, the city was quiet once again, leaving the three monsters to dine on their meal.
Please read and review. This is something I've been working on for a while and something I've enjoyed working on. I can't say when I will update, because I want to work on my other piecesthat need to be updated.
But, please, voice your opinions on this. Good or bad. Do you like, or do you not? I'd love to know what you think.