AN sorry for delayed chapters lately guys, I am working a new job and the full time hours kinda monopolize my time a lot. But I will continue updating as much as I can as often as I can! Side Note: I know some of the lore in BtVS is very different from lore in SPN, so I am combining them as best as I can over the next few chapters. Hope you guys like!

Faith cut the engine to her bike, propping up the kickstand and swinging her leg over it. The tight leather pants she had on were so well worn in they slid across her thighs like butter, and she knew she probably looked fantastic from behind. She pulled her helmet over her head and secured it to her bike, running a hand along it and wiping away a couple of smudges.

She knew the vamp nest she was tracking had stopped off at this town, the local new reports making their presence known. She stretched back, her muscles aching from her encounter with Sam, and she grinned to herself.

It was a shame to leave him there, sprawled out and sleeping after they had worn each other out. She was impressed with his stamina, for the most part after one round a guy couldn't keep up, but Sam had little problem matching her pace and intensity. Still, she had a job to do and pretty boys were a liability in her line of work.

She made her way to the hotel front desk and slapped some cash on the counter, leaving with a key. She tossed her bag onto the bed and opened it, grabbing her favorite steal blade, her flask of holy water and making sure her trusty wooden stake was strapped securely to her back. She shook her hair out and checked her dark lipstick in the mirror, simpering at her reflection before sticking the flat plastic key into an inside pocket of her jacket and making her way out the door again.

She had been traveling about six hours and her muscles were jellied from the rumble of her bike, and she knew from experience that movement would help loosen them up. It was a little too early to hit the bar scene for information, so she decided on the next best place; the nail salon.

There were two places that a girl could guarantee some gossip, one was in the local drinking hole where the friendly natives poured out their feelings, and the other was where ever the middle aged ladies congregated.

Deciding she would probably win more favor in a less risque getup, she shimmied out of her leather riding pants and grabbed a comfortable pair of jeans and a neutral green tank top. She fluffed her curling brown hair one last time and made her way out the door.

...

An hour later Faith left the salon with gorgeous glossy red nails and an idea of where the nest was hanging out. The people had all disappeared from the same three block radius, or so it had seemed.

Faith had never been the 'make a plan' kinda fighter, she was a charge in guns blazing sort of gal and it had always served her well in the past. Well, except the time she got herself and several younger girls blown up, and several other times she had almost died... but if it aint broke, don't fix it.

She made her way back to her hotel room, vowing to return to the hunting grounds after dark. These vamps had been a pain in her side for over a thousand miles, crossing over five different state lines. She was determined to see them ash before her day was done. So far they had managed to stay one step ahead of the slayer and it made her blood boil.

She stretched out on her bed, deciding to get a quick nap before her hunt began in earnest.