Title: One Hell of a Night
Author: huntinghellhound
Warnings: Cussing, violence, insult on appearnce
Word Count: 1202
Summary: The reader thought that a vampire nest would be easy to take down by herself, but she finds out that she may need some help, even from someone she hates.
Fic/Link to Fic: http://huntinghellhound.tumblr.com/tagged/oneshot
The cold cement felt like daggers were being stabbed into the skin on the bottom of my feet. I tried to dodge fragments of glass that would glimmer out of the corner of my eye as I trampled through the alley so I could at least spare myself a bloody trail that the vampire could follow. I was starting to regret taking my boots off in order to have softer footsteps so the nest wouldn’t notice me. The heaviness of my breath sounded like a drum over the booming blood I could hear coursing through my body just trying to get my heart to keep up with my speed. My hand gripped tighter on the sword that I had tried to defend myself with earlier, but had failed. You know, I thought that jumping in from the rafters of a barn on top of a vamp would be smooth sailing, but apparently you have to land on the creature in order for the plan to work. My limbs were still sore from the violent drop and my fist that I clutched my weapon with was aching from breaking my fall, but I didn’t let a couple of possible fractures get in my way. I was able to decapitate about three of the members of the small nest, but one of them was able to chase after me which was what landed me in this predicament at the moment. I was so mad at myself, I could have just given myself to the monster.
“You run fast for someone who doesn’t look like they’re in the best of shape,” the vamp spoke. His words would have been dreamy if he wasn’t a killer, or well, insulting me. His dark hair was able to stand out because of a nearby streetlamp, which gave him a more romantic lighting about him. His eyes were cold, but focused, and that made me enraptured by his appearance even more. Dracula never seemed so appealing.
“If I had known that a blood-sucking asshole would have been chasing me tonight, I might have put down the cookies and soda,” I smiled. I couldn’t tell if I was trying to flirt or save myself, but I think my words fell somewhere in between. I raised the sword across my body and stared at the abomination in the eyes, not losing any focus. He gave me a soft smile.
“No, no. I actually like the taste of chocolate chip cookies,” He rambled on as he took a few steps towards me. “Reminds me of what mummy used to make,”
“Well, I had sugar cookies. Guess you can’t drink my blood. Sorry,” I joked. A nervous laugh escaped my lips as my back hit the brick wall of the apartment building. I would have attempted to cut his head off then, but he would probably be able to catch the blade and I didn’t want to risk it. His face was only inches away from mine at this point as if he had no respect for boundaries at all. I wouldn’t have minded this if he was human, wasn’t going to kill me, and was naked. Oh, god. Why did my hormones have to act up then?
“Then, I guess you’ll taste sweet,” He lifted his hand and caressed my face carefully as I flinched away. I shut my eyes and prepared for my horrible, adult romance novel-y, fate. Right when I felt his breath on my neck, I felt warm liquid splatter onto my face and hair. Hopefully, he didn’t get too turned on from the closeness and it was blood. I opened my eyes just in time to see his body slump to the ground and collapse without a head. I relaxed my neck ahead of me to catch a glimpse of my savior when all emotion left my face. Well, except for irritation.
“I had this under control,” I started to argue. I placed my hands upon my hips and propped one of my legs as if I hadn’t almost just died. A small drop of blood started to slide down my forehead and dissolved into my eyebrow. Gross.
“You almost became that prick’s dinner, Y/N. If that’s your definition of under control, I’m never gonna let you operate the Impala. Can’t let you have control over my baby,” Dean fired back. He started to walk off from me and back to the street where I assumed ‘baby’ was parked. I stepped over the dead body and began to trudge behind him on the balls of my feet.
“Why don’t you just use the word ‘drive’?” I retorted. Honestly, I was irritated that he was acting like he was some big hero. Did he save my life? Sure. Was I going to die? Probably. Do I know where I’m going with this? No, but I wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction of being the knight in shining armor and me being the damsel in distress. The day Dean Winchester gets a thank you out of me is the day I die.
“Because she’s too classy for a simple word as ‘drive’. She prefers maneuver,” His muffled voice sounded in the air. I crept up faster so I could be at the same pace as his fast walk. His leather jacket was wet with the light drizzle that had fallen earlier, which led me to believe that he had be tailing me, but I was going to save that argument for another day.
“Well, I prefer to take out a nest by myself,” I mocked. I crossed my arms while making sure I accidentally didn’t stab myself with my sword. We made it out into the street which was empty of any other human life except me the aggravatingly handsome hunter.
“I prefer that you don’t die,” He winced. I stopped walking at his sudden confession. He continued to walk a couple steps ahead before he realized that I had stopped and he turned around to face my bloody figure. His green eyes were like Granny Smith apples piercing into my soul. Along with being sore from the traumatic event that evening, I was also hungry.
“You really mean that?” I finally mustered up to say. I was able to stabilize my voice to prevent it from shaking in his presence. He took a few quiet steps toward me. My stomach did backflips as I could feel his energy get closer to me. He stuck his hand out and placed it behind my head and my lips gave into his. He was surprisingly hesitant with his tongue unlike his demeanor made him out to seem. His other hand placed itself around my hip as I dropped the machete from concentrating more on his lips fighting for dominance with mine than holding something with my hands. I was ready to place my hands on his body when everything faded to black.
My eyes jolted open as I stared at the plain white ceiling. I had no idea who this ‘Dean’ was or even where the hell I kissed him at. All I knew was that I had just had the most realistic vision yet. And that I also needed to find this man.
