Hunting Hearts

Chapter 1

"Hey princess, how's about you bring your ass over here and refill my drink?" 

"How about you shut your mouth Frank, you're drunk." The bar patron down the way laughed. I shook my head, Frank was a regular and when he was drunk, well, his manners disappeared. 

It was almost closing time so I told him, "Frank I'm calling you a cab. You can't drive." "Like hell you will." Frank spat, spit flying. I gave him a look and he waved me off. 

Thirty minutes later Frank had left and it looked as though no one else would be coming in. Grabbing the washcloth from the back I start to wipe down the bar top and begin to close down for the night. 

I finally turned the key in the lock and headed for my car at the back of the parking lot. I reach my car only to drop my keys, "Dammit." I say. They've slipped under my car, I crouch and I stick an arm under to grab them. I feel the cold metal of the car key and brush it closer to my hand. When they're finally in reach I grab them and stretch back up, brushing off my knees.

I push the button and hear the lock turn and open the door, but before I can get in cold hands grip me from behind locking my arms in place. "Let me go!! What the hell?" I scream and flail, to no avail. One of the hands lets go and brings a cloth to my mouth. "Oh hell no!" I say as the cloth covers my nose and mouth. I fight the drug, struggling to keep my eyes open and my limbs moving but the drug takes full effect and everything slips away into black. 

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My vision was slowly coming back to me. I blinked when a bright yellow light was shone in my eyes and tried to block it with my arm. But I couldn't, my wrists were tied down to a wooden chair and so were my ankles. I pull at my wrists, trying to get them free. 

"It's useless." A slithery voice says from the back. I pull harder, the voice only laughs. "Humans really are a pathetic race." Footsteps start from the back and make their way up to my back. A cold breath in my ear, "You smell delicious. Fear makes the blood richer." It whispers. I jerk back and almost knock the chair to the floor before the hands of the body behind me set it upright. 

I refused to be scared. "Do you even shower?" 

It chuckled. "Shouldn't you be asking me go let you go? Oh please spare me, I'm just a small, insignificant human! Or ar humans really that dumb?" 

I spit blood from my mouth. "I don't beg." 

I could feel the smile behind me. "We'll see." 

A crash sounded from a distant corner and the voice whispered into my ear, "Scream and I'll slit your throat." And it left. 

Well s**t. If I slammed the chair back, the noise would surely alert to my movement. So I started on my hands, trying to work them from the rope. No use. I huffed loudly. 

A dark shadow was stalking around the corner, gun at the ready. Oh s**t, s**t, s**t. I can't f*****g die. Not today. Dammit. I should have never taken that damn job. 

The figure finally rounded the corner and I blinked my confusion. He's human. Did I really get kidn*pped by a human? I've hit an all time low. 

The mans eyes finally landed on me. He put the gun behind him and rushed to my side. "Are you alright?" He was a little breathless but it still carried a deep rumble. I gave him a look. "Does it look like I'm all right?" 

He squared his jaw in irritation but continued to work my wrists free. 

"I'm Sam." He said. 

"Okay Sam, can you get my ankles please?" I asked. 

He sighed and set to work on those too. 

"Can you tell me your name?" He asked.

"Sorry big guy, can't." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I don't know where the hell I am, what's going on or who you are so no."

He grunted and my ankles were free. "Look you have to come with me, it's not safe here." 

"Obviously."

"You don't have to tell me anything about you but listen to me, we have-" 

Sam stopped short when two other figures came crashing through the door behind me. Grunting, cursing and the scuff of shoes on the cement bounced off the walls. Sam pushed me behind him and pulled out his gun from his back. 

The two figures continued to go at each other. Both of them looked human, but upon closer inspection only one had rows of pointy teeth and slightly pointed ears. The other was holding a machete in his hand and trying to swipe it at pointy teeth's neck. 

Sam put his arm behind him, trying to push me back. I stood fast. I wasn't about to let this big oaf cloister me to safety. "Look, miss, now is not the time-" He stopped again when two thumps sounded and the man with the pointy teeth hissed, "You can't stop him. He'll kill you. All of you." It laughed, a cold sound. "And when he's done, he'll start with her." It started laughing again before the man with the machete swung low, and severed the head from its body.

It rolled across the floor, blood pooling around its final resting place. The body hit the floor and didn't move again. 

Sam pulled away from me, "Hey, are you okay?" The man rubbed his face, smearing blood. He looked familiar. The name rang a bell, I just couldn't place it. 

Then he looked at me. Those forest green eyes staring into my blue ones. Realization hit me like a blow. An extremely hard blow. 

"Teagan?" His voice was deep, but it wavered. 

"Dean?"