Chapter 2: Hunters to the Rescue
The gentle purr of the slick black vehicle turns into a faded echo as the engine is shut off. The yellow headlights dim down until the car is plunged into the darkness. The faint glow of the moon peering over the grey clouds rolling across the sky illuminates two figures as they step out of the car, door creaking slightly as they close it behind them. Striding towards the trunk of the vehicle, large boots crunching the gravel softly, the two men take a glance at the building beside them
"You're positive this-" the taller man motions over to the abandoned muffler factory, metal walls peeling off of their beams like paint ,"-is the nest?
"Bobby was pretty damn positive, Sammy"
"Just seems a little...quiet?"
The shorter of the two rolls his pear green eyes, throwing open the trunk of the car to reveal an arsenal fit for an army beneath the fake bottom. Grabbing the rough handles of two machetes, he carelessly tosses one of them towards his brother
"Dean-" Sam is cut off, hands clumsily catching the blade as his jaw tightens in frustration. Dean smirks playfully at his brother's annoyed state.
"What? You worried about a couple of vamps?"
"No-" Sam sighs lightly, running a hand through his long locks ,"-I'm just getting a weird feeling, alright? Come on, jerk"
Dean chuckles softly to himself, but the minute his brother's back is turned to him, his face falls slightly. Green eyes scan the back of his brother's head, worry evident behind his stoic expression. Quickly shaking the anxious feelings running rampant through his mind, Dean slams the trunk of the impala closed and follows after his giant of a brother. Pushing their massive bodies against the rusted metal walls, they creep towards the door barely hanging on by it's hinges. Silently, they communicate through a single look and make their way inside, machete blades gleaming underneath the moonlight before their bodies are plunged into the darkness.
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A fountain of scarlet red blood gushes out from the opened flesh of the vampire before Dean, machete blade gliding through it's skin and bones as if it were butter. With a toe curling scream, the monster's head lands onto the concrete with a sickening crack as it's lifeless body falls after it. Sam runs into the room, hazel eyes glancing down at the dozens of mutilated bodies strewn across the floor
"How many?" He asks casually through labored breaths. Dean uses the back of his hand to messily wipe away at the blood splattered across his face
"13-" He turns to look at his brother, concern flashing across his face upon seeing Sam mirroring his own blood soaked body ,"-you?"
"10"
"What the hell is going on? Nests aren't normally this big"
"Yeah, and even if they were, they almost never go past 10..."
"Whatever-" Dean sighs and wipes the off crusting blood on his blade ,"-Nest this big, they probably have some food stored somewhere in here. Come on"
Following his older brother, Sam and Dean make their way through the twisted halls of the abandoned factory, their eyes and ears constantly observing their surroundings for any signs of movement, human or not. Suddenly, a faint rattling of chains catches their attention. Sharing a glance filled with an entire silent conversation, they creep towards the noise. Making their way towards a yellow light slipping through the cracks of an orange rusted door, Dean peers inside
"Vamp?" Dean shakes his head, using his palm to push the door open with a low creak
"Vic"
Stepping inside of the dimly lit room, flannel covered bodies washed in the pale lemon light overhead, they stare through widened eyes at the gruesome sight before them. Bound by thick metal chains to a chair in the center of the room, sat a girl. With her head hung low, blood seemed to pour down her body in heavy streams, puddling at her bare feet. Sam glances towards his brother, eyebrows furrowed as he makes his way toward her. Dean follows.
"I know they're monster, but this-" Dean bends down, hands grasping gently at the chains wrapped tightly around the girls wrists ,"-seems a little excessive"
Examining her legs, Sam nods his head in agreement, jaw tightening at what he sees. Where there wasn't any blood, he could make out the dangerously purple and black bruising near her feet, the bones in her ankles jutting out in ways he knew wasn't normal. His stomach turned slightly.
"They shattered the bones in her legs-" Sam explains, nostrils flaring in frustration as he continues to observe the damage done by the vampires ,"-and it looks like her hands too"
"Playing with their food...Classy" Dean sighs lightly, running a hand through his spiked hair. Suddenly, the girl whimpers softly, the helpless sounding noise just barely loud enough for them to hear. The pair share a shocked look before Sam is bending down so that his face is level with the girls. He holds his hand out near her mouth and his eyes widen at the feeling of air breezing past his fingers.
"She's breathing-" He looks up at his brother with worried hazel eyes ,"-but barely"
"...Peo...ple"
Sam and Dean snap their hands towards the girl, peering through her bloodied (h/c) locks at her lips as they move slowly. Sam leans forward, his ear straining to hear the rasped voice escaping the girl's throat as she tries to continue
"...Peo...ple..." she swallows back the blood making its way up her esophagus, voice barely a whisper ,"...second...flo...or...thir...d...room..."
"She said there's people in the third room on the second floor-" Sam passes on what he heard to his brother still staring in wide eyed shock at the girl before them ,"-go and get them, I'll get her out of here"
Dean nods in understanding and makes a sprint for the door, body disappearing in the darkness as he makes his way through the hallways. With his brother now gone, Sam begins to make work on the chains wrapped tightly around her body. It takes him a few minutes, but he is finally able to yank off the heavy bindings and toss them onto the concrete floor with a loud crash.
"I gotcha, it's alright" As gently as the man can, he scoops the girl up into his arms, apologizing softly when she whimpers quietly against his chest. Using his hands, he tenderly pushes back the matted hair that had fallen into her face. His hazel eyes observe her soft features, her (s/c) skin peeking out beneath the scarlet colored liquid dripping down her face. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, distress over the girls well being evident in his eyes. Hearing his brother calling his name down the hall, he begins a confident stride towards the door.
"Let's get you out of here"
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