When Two Worlds Collide

Hello everyone! This is my very first post! YAY! lol I am still trying to figure this whole FanFiction thing... hopefully it won't take me too long. I have started to write a story with a character that I made up and if people tell me its good I will continue writing and make my characters meet up with Dean and Sam.

Introduction

Let me first describe who I am, I am not your typical twenty-two year old women. I am a daughter of a dhampir. I live in a world where people aren't aware of what really exists. They don't know that there are actual vampires walking among them. Thinking that vampires only exist in the television, they are oblivious to the fact that the world is going through an ongoing struggle. A struggle of a threat so close to them that there is only a small group of people who are trying to prevent the domination of vampires. I am a part of this group. My father, a dhampir, was the child of a vampire and a human. As a result I was born with special abilities. Now I hunt the creatures, not only because of my abilities, but also to seek revenge. I am a hunter, it is my job, my responsibility, and my life. I am alone in this world except for others like me, others who have also sacrificed a normal life to destroy these horrible monsters. Because vampires continue to exist I am no longer Adreanna, innocent and naïve. I am an executioner, a hunter, and vampires are my prey.

Chapter One: The Assignment

As I walked through the crowd of people, I kept my eye on the target. If anyone were to see me they would assume I was just another woman trying to get the attention of one of the many men drinking at the bar. I don't typically wear the clothes I had on tonight but I was on an assignment. One of my tasks was to blend in and not draw any attention to myself, not yet anyways. So my usual pair of faded jeans and a tank top wouldn't have worked. In a place like The Crooked Board, that is surrounded with cigarette smoke so thick it feels as if you have to push through it with your hands, week old peanut shells scattered on the floor, the many "working girls" prancing around trying to sell their bodies, and the smell of stale sex in the air, the shorter the dress the better. And my dress was short. I knew I should have picked it out myself. Wearing my very, very, very, short and tight black halter dress I felt just like one of the girls. The dress was actually kind of nice, I guess, if you like really tight and short dresses, which I hated. But it seemed to have the desired effect; it was sexy enough to draw just enough attention without standing out. It also would make my assignment a little more difficult. And back to this assignment, my target was still sitting at the bar drinking his Bud Light. I smirked a little to myself; vampires typically don't need to worry about watching their weight but seeing my target drinking a light beer got me thinking. I wondered if vampires did go on a diet what it would be like. Picking their victims would be a lot harder especially today with the many chains of McDonalds. That one's too fat, can't kill them for their blood, have to watch my figure. I typically don't get this easily distracted but tonight I felt a little… let's say uncomfortable. My dress kept riding up and the smell was starting to make me a little nauseous. My mission was to locate my target and lure him out of the bar. This sounds simpler than it actually is. First, I would have to get him to notice me and draw him away from the crowd. But trying to get this specific person to notice you isn't very easy when there are ten other girls around him, who surprisingly have more skin showing than I do.

Catching a glimpse of myself, I can hardly recognize the person staring back at me. My golden brown hair falls at my shoulders, slightly curled. My green eyes actually pop out with all the make up I have on. I don't think I have ever had this much make-up on, especially on my arms. My scars are barely visible; I don't think anyone could spot them unless they knew where they were before all the make-up. Once again, Chase has done an extraordinary job. Chase is my partner, business partner that is. He is the one who has helped improve my training. One thing can be said about Chase, his looks are definitely deceiving, because he is absolutely gorgeous but is as ruthless as a cold blooded killer, which is a pretty good description of him. Chase shows very little emotion when he makes a kill. He can be very distant and cold, I think this is why we work together. We are so much alike and he has taught me a lot about this "business". He cares about one thing and that is money. The more vampires we kill, the more money that comes in. He is also in charge of the "undercover" clothing. This is probably one of the reasons why the dress I am wearing is so short, he knew I would hate it and enjoys causing me as much humiliation as possible.

Back to my barely there dress, it was riding up, and I was having a very hard time pulling off the whole "I'm sexy and I know it look" but it looked as though Mr. Bud Light himself was looking at me. I tried to give him sexy eyes but I really have no clue what that means so I pretended to bend down for a peanut and made sure to flash as much cleavage as possible, which isn't very hard because lucky me I was blessed in that area. I gave him my best I'm a prostitute smile and waited. Still keeping eye contact I felt the outside of my purse just to make sure the outline of the dagger was there. Not used to pretending to be someone I'm not. Usually the vampire I'm fighting knows that I am a hunter and do not want to sleep with them. This particular vampire was staring right at me and still drinking his Bud Light. Which is ridiculous because he had a fantastic body and like most vampires was unbelievably attractive. But that's expected, vampires don't change many humans so it makes sense for them to pick the pretty people because they have to live with them forever or until I kill them. I have to admit he was very cute, borderline hot. His blond hair was fairly long and his bangs fell right above his blue eyes. The tight blue button up shirt showed off his muscular body. I was actually starting to get nervous because if everything didn't go according to the plan then I was going to be in an awkward situation. First if he didn't fall for the trap, which was me, then it would really suck to tell Chase that I failed. And I was thinking that could be possible because one of the "working girls" was practically sitting on his lap. Miss I'm Not Wearing a Bra was practically rubbing Mr. Bud Light's package right there in public. Now if I was a "working girl" I would at least have some class and not do something like that even though the Crooked Board isn't the most sophisticated and classy place. But to my amazement he was still looking at me and then not too gently pushed the not so classy prostitute off his lap. She didn't look too happy and glared at me but I honestly could care less. I was thrilled that I was a great prostitute, as weird as that sounds. I guess I am not as ugly as I sometimes tend to think. Well the plan was to get Mr. Bud Light outside where Chase was supposed to be waiting and ambush him. This wasn't the typical contract but there was big money. The client wanted Aaron Black, known to me as Mr. Bud Light, to be brought back alive, well he's technically dead, so brought back undead but not killed. If that makes sense…so it was our job to try to get Aaron, I'll call him Aaron because right now he's sitting next to me with his hand running up my leg so I think we are now on first name basis, anyway we have to get him back so our client can deal with him. This is different and harder because I am just used to kicking the bad guys' asses and then collecting the money. And I am usually not wearing a dress and high heel shoes so Chase better be ready because I do not want to even attempt to fight in these clothes. Well Aaron is now whispering in my ear. How sweet, yet disturbing, him being this close I can feel his energy in my head and stomach. This may sound weird but this is one of the special abilities I have. I can sense when I am around vampires. Creepy but true. So there was no doubt in my mind that this Aaron was a vampire, one who wore a little too much cologne.

"How about you and me, go get a room and have a little fun? I got a hundred dollars that has your name written all over it. What is your name by the way sugarlips?"

A hundred dollars? I am so worth more than a hundred dollars, at least one fifty. Well anyway, I give him my best hooker smile while I'm thinking of a name. I didn't even think about my hooker name before. I wanted it to be something sexy and hooker-ish but I'm not good at thinking under pressure. Next time I dress up as a hooker I will definitely think of a name beforehand. Wait, did I just say next time?

"My names Sarah Michelle" I give my best girly giggle "How about we skip the hotel room and just go in the alley? That is unless you're scared?" I give him my innocent smile, which probably isn't that innocent. I'm wondering if he's ever watched the show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." I decided to have my name be vampire related so what's better than having it after Sarah Michelle Gellar who played a vampire hunter in a not so accurate account of vampires. I know I am so clever. Well Aaron definitely seems excited about my suggestion. His complexion was getting paler as he sat next to me. This vampire was getting hungrier by the second and was probably thinking it was his lucky night. Thinking not only is he going to get some but also that a stupid hooker is making it so much easier for him to make a kill. He just gave me a devilish, yet attractive grin and led me out of the bar. His hand felt kind of clammy and also cold, I expected the cold because he was a walking corpse but was a little thrown off by the clammy part. Maybe my suave vampire was a little anxious, horny, and hungry. I was also a little anxious about what was going to happen. According to the plan I was supposed to bring the target to the alley where Chase was supposed to subdue him. But Chase isn't always the most dependable guy if something better comes along. The only reason I agreed to dressing like a slut and being bait was because Chase couldn't turn away the money that we would be getting for this job. I don't know what my new target did but our client was paying major bucks for this. It must have been something big because the client wanted to deal with the target himself. Who was I to argue? I need the money just as much as Chase, I do have a goal to accomplish.

Aaron was practically running out the door towards the alley. When we got to the alley I must admit is was kind of disturbing. It was very dark with only a dim light from the bar's back door. The smell wasn't that great either but I'm sure Aaron with his vampire senses smelled it way more than me. But then it occurred to me that Aaron didn't seem to mind the smell because his hand was now working his way up my dress. This was to say the least awkward. Here I was with my back pushed up against the alley waiting for an unreliable guy to I guess come to my rescue. Aaron started to kiss my neck and I though for a second that maybe he was going to try to bite me but boy was I wrong. He started all this tongue action and it was kind of gross. Some of the stuff he was saying was a little offensive but then I remembered that I was supposed to be a hooker. I tried to get a little distance between us so I could have access of my hands in case I needed them to fight later on. As his hands were groping my breasts I was silently thinking how I was going to kill Chase. Finally I was a shadow coming up behind Aaron. But he was a little occupied with groping and licking my neck to notice. Then I saw the shadow and it was definitely not Chase. I began to seriously freak out. I pushed Aaron away from him and he started to laugh. And not a confused "why did you push me laugh" but an evil laugh you see on TV when the bad guys were screwing over the good guys. Well it just made me more pissed off. I pulled my dress down because with all the groping it began to ride up. Aaron was still doing his evil laugh and when he was done said, "So… Anna or is it Sarah Michelle?"

Oh shit. It is definitely not a good sign when he calls me by my name. Well not my real name but the name that Chase gave me. I hope that he is okay and still alive. Did I give too much away with the Buffy the Vampire Slayer reference? No, that can't be it… what the hell is going on. I am just looking at Aaron and Dark shadow guy. I know he is a vampire too because I now feel like throwing up. It is just way too much energy and it must be my lucky day because both vampires in front of me were very hungry. And the look that Aaron is giving me is really creeping me out and making me wish I had a lot more clothes on. But after thinking about all this it wasn't making me scared but more and more pissed. First this asshole makes me dress like a hooker, feels me up, calls me by a name he has no right to know, and is now staring at me with his stupid smile. One thing I should probably work on his my anger. It doesn't take much to piss me off and I lack the judgment most people have that makes them think before they speak. Maybe if I get out of this situation alive I will work on that.

"Well Dickhead, you can call me whatever the hell you want because in a few more seconds I'm going to be kicking your ass." Yeah, not really sure how I'm going to get this to happen but I am very optimistic and resourceful. I guess I'll worry about working on my anger later…

"That's very interesting but I don't think so. Your backup is not coming and looking at you, I'm not very scared." Aaron did his same evil laugh, which was really losing its appeal, and he looked at Dark Shadow guy. I still couldn't see his face that clearly but what I could see, he seemed to be your typical attractive vampire but also didn't seem that intimidating. I just stood there looking at him and thinking. Obviously this guy thinks I am some amateur and not really a hunter. I mean he wasn't really concerned with watching my hands but was instead standing way too close for comfort and started slowly curling his index finger in my hair. He seemed to be having a little too much fun and was easily distracted. Still clutching my purse, I slowly started to sneak my right hand into the satin fabric. I felt around the purse, it wasn't that big of a purse but it seemed like my small dagger was at the way bottom. In all my concentration in trying not to draw attention to my hands I didn't realize that Dark Shadow guy was talking.

"Damien has the hunter so we can go." My hand finally found the cold metal handle of the dagger. The mention of Chase got my heart beating, I hope he's alive and in a better situation than I was. But knowing Chase he can take care of himself I on the other hand I was trying to strategize and knew I was running out of time. "I'm sure we can get him to do anything for us since we have his girlfriend for leverage. He's a god damn idiot for letting his pretty little girl play bait for him. But stop messing around; we have to get out of here." Dark Shadow guy's words had me thinking. They had Chase, he was alive, and thought that I was just his defenseless girlfriend? How sexist is that, they automatically assume that I am just a weak little woman, no not women, girl. Sexist, yes but also very dumb and could work in my favor. I let my hand loosen its grip on the dagger. I had a plan; hopefully it was good enough to keep me alive.

"Oh, calm down Bobby, I'm just having a little fun." Although Aaron was talking to Bobby his eyes were staring directly at me. I tried to give him a sad and scared face and was hoping he was buying it because I am a horrible actress. But Bobby (formally known as Dark Shadow Guy) looked as though he was getting anxious to get out of here. It made me feel better because I wasn't the only one uncomfortable. He didn't look like a Bobby, the name Bob seemed too normal for someone who looked like him. He stepped more into the light so I was able to see him better. He had a very handsome face but it was also more innocent looking than most vampires. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. He could have been a newly turned vampire or really good as coming off as non-threatening. My senses weren't working that well and I couldn't get a good read on him. I don't know if this was due to my nerves or the vampire himself.

My plan was probably not the best or most well thought out but hey I was in a stressful situation. I could attack now while Aaron and Bob, wait no Bobby, are arguing about someone named Damien who would be angry about waiting for our arrival. Attacking now would be a really big risk. First, I wasn't really prepared to take on a vampire, let alone two. The original plan was so out of the window now that I definitely knew that Chase wasn't going to come to my rescue. Actually this was better, I was in my element: on my own and in a life threatening situation, in simpler terms I was screwed. Okay my new plan is to let these vampires take me to whoever the hell this Damien person was and figure out what they want with Chase. Hell maybe I'd save Chase's ass and then kick it for getting me into this mess. He is supposed to screen our clients and make sure shit like this doesn't happen.

"Yeah, you're probably right it is getting late; we should get out of here now, don't want Damien to be pissed. But she is so fucking hot, too bad I didn't have a little more time with her…" Crap! I need to stop getting so easily distracted. Aaron was now tightening his grip of my arm with his one hand while the other still played with one of my curls in my hair. I guess my quick attempt at a plan was going to have to be it because Aaron pulled me up to him and started walking towards Bobby and to the street. I was pressed so close to Aaron that his cologne was starting to make me nauseous again. This guy was seriously starting to become a pain in the ass. As we made our way passed the door of The Crooked Board, the creep tightened his grip on me even more. As he did this two people came out of the door of the bar and the faint sound of music and drunken laughter came into the dark night. Aaron pulled me closer as if we were lovers and whispered in my ear. Any person who were watching us would likely assume we were the regular prostitute and client that frequented the bar but I seriously doubt that any client would tell their paid-for-lover to keep their mouth closed or he would break her skinny arm and fucking kill her boyfriend. It was actually quite funny (well if you have a sick sense of humor like me) because one of the two people that came out of the club was no other than Miss I'm Not Wearing a Bra prostitute. She came out with I guess her replacement client who happened to be kind of chubby, well he was really chubby and kind of gross. She didn't look to happy and gave me the dirtiest look ever. It was funny; here she was thinking I was getting the better client when really I might be going to my death. As messed up as it was it made me feel a little better knowing that she was so pissed off. If I was going to die at least I would die knowing that I make a good prostitute. Wow, I really was messed up and getting dragged closer and closer to a very shady looking van.

"How original, the bad guys driving a creepy van. Do you mind loosening your grip a little? You're going to leave a bruise! Hey Bob… Bobby, or whatever the hell your name is, do you mind filling me in on what the hell is going on? I mean you can't just treat a woman like this without explaining." My answer to this was Aaron the creep opening the sliding door and getting in himself while dragging me in. He not so gently threw me in the seat next to him. And lucky me, good old Bob sat on the other side of me. Great here I was sandwiched between two vampires on the way to god knows where and having second thoughts about my Plan B. I needed to get some more information on what they wanted and how much they knew about Chase and me.

"Where's my boyfriend? Is he okay?" I asked trying to sound worried and scared at the same time. I even got my eyes to get watery; I was getting good at this acting stuff. My new plan, plan C I believe was to play the role of Chase's loving and concerned girlfriend. The type of girlfriend who is so devoted and will dress up as a hooker to be bait, if there is such a thing.

"Oh don't you worry sweetheart you're prick of a boyfriend is still alive. Hell, he may even be able to save your sweet ass if he does what he's supposed to do. You're our leverage to get him to cooperate." Aaron was beginning to really aggravate me because as he said this he put his hand on my thigh and started to move it up under the hem of my dress.

"What do you want from him? Please don't hurt him. Please!" Begging wasn't really the first thing that I wanted to do, my first reaction was to fucking break Aaron's hand but I figured that would blow my cover of innocent and helpless girlfriend. Instead I put my hand onto his to try to get him to stop touching me. Although his hand did stop moving it still remained on my upper thigh. The van was still moving but I had no clue in what direction due to the fact that the back was windowless.

Aaron began to laugh, it was similar to a giggle but somehow it didn't seem right to say that someone with his handsome looks would giggle. He swept his blond hair off of his face and grinned. "Oh baby..." His nicknames for me were making me angrier by the minute. It was becoming harder and harder to control my temper. "You should be more concerned with what we are going to do to you if Chase can't do what we ask. You should dump the prick, I mean what kind of guy lets his babe be a prostitute just so he can make some money. You're lover is in big trouble because Damien is—"

"Stop talking!" Bob growled from the other side of me. I almost forgot that he was there. Which was not a good thing but now he was pissed and I could feel his energy once again. He must be pretty old because his energy was strong and he could also hide it well. Another sign of his power was the fact that Aaron shut up right away. His original name definitely wasn't Bobby, it just didn't seem to fit him. Whoever this vampire was he really was getting in the way of my plans, I mean how am I supposed to get information if he tells blabbermouth to shut up? The rest of the ride was silent. I didn't feel like pushing for anymore information because I don't think I could handle another gush of Bob's energy.

Feeling the van come to a stop my senses became alert. I was finding myself becoming more and more excited. It was weird, I had no clue where I was and barely armed but I felt more excitement than nervousness. I guess I'm more screwed up than I thought. As soon as the doors opened I was yanked out by another unknown man. This man was taller than Bobby and was wearing all black. His black clothes were a big contrast to his pale skin. He had a very symmetrical face and was of course attractive, not as attractive as Aaron but he had nothing to be ashamed of in the looks department. His frame was slightly smaller than Bobby's, which now that I got a better look at him was very big. Bobby was definitely muscular under his jacket. As I was dragged farther from the van I realized that I was in some sort of garage. Cement surrounded me and I could hear the faint sound of what sounded like metal being hit together. I was dragged into another room of the garage and what I saw explained the noises I heard.

The room was pretty large and had a weird collection of knives and swords on the right side of the wall. In the middle of the room, Chase was kneeling. He wore shackles on his wrists and ankles that were connected to chains welded to the floor. I took a deep breath. Chase was handsome, sometimes I thought too handsome for his own good. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His medium length brown hair usually was worn messy and he would often have to swipe stray strands out of his eyes. But today his hair wasn't in his eyes, instead it was slicked back off his forehead by dried up blood. He also had blood tripping from his nose and from what I could tell his left eye was a little swollen. He was shirtless and had sweat dripping from his perfectly sculpted body. His body was almost perfect if you could get passed the scars and bruises that covered it. I knew I was extremely attracted to Chase but was able to hide that from him, mostly because I had no clue what the feelings met and he made it easier by being a pain in the ass. Chase and mine's relationship was strictly business, we didn't have time to let it be anything else. I first saw him when I was fourteen years old waiting in my fathers old beat up Chevy. At the time I had no clue why my father was visiting the nineteen year old man but I instantly didn't like him. His charisma made me weary of him, he was just too good-looking and he knew it. I watched as my father and Chase made a quick exchange with one another. I never saw my father look so worried before, whatever Chase had told him had made my father scared, I also got an uneasy feeling in my gut. When he got back into the truck and I asked him why he was here, he quickly told me that it was nothing and to forget about this ever happening. I was glad to do just that and never would have thought that on my sixteenth birthday I would be running back to the very place and person that had made me feel sick to my stomach.

Any way back to the present, Chase was knelt in front of an African American male, whose skin was as dark as the night. His frame was also massive; he looked like a body builder. I saw him raise his fist and without hesitation slam Chase in the face. Chase's head flew to the right and spit out blood. I was actually getting worried because although I could sense that the man wasn't that old of a vampire he was still huge and knew how to use his body as a weapon, a really huge weapon. Chase may have the looks of a vampire but he was very much human. He could only take so much of a beating. But to my amazement Chase started to laugh.

"That's enough!" the voice came from the dark corner. The voice sounded very angry and definitely not amused with how his prisoner was acting. "It's time to get started." He began walking out of the shadow and was looking right at me.

This man must be Damien, the leader, the one who my two captors seemed scared of. Looking at him, he didn't seem intimidating. He was a short fat man, with his round face and receding hairline he looked more like a high school principal than a leader of vampires. It was strange because I honestly think that he was the ugliest vampire that I have ever seen. But despite his looks, the way he was staring at me frightened me more than I cared to admit. Whatever his plans were I could tell that they were not good.

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