《Heirs of Creation- A Supernatural Fanfic》A Serbian Episode Pt 1
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***A/N*** This is written more like a script instead of a novel. I think this keeps it close to the feel of the show. 2 parts make up an episode. With this, it should make for a pretty quick and easy read. That being said, there are changes in tenses when setting up each scene.***
Scene opens up on a harsh winter scene, in the midst of a blizzard. A bundled figure is seen walking through the forest, their back facing away from the camera. They are holding a bloody knife and the figure is walking away from a trail of blood. They are walking out of the forest.
*Medvedja, Serbia 1724*
(Scene change) That same person walks into a tavern, and sits down near the fireplace. The lighting is dark and their face still isn't well seen. They are staring into the fire and don't notice a man sitting down next to them. He is tall and handsome with a cool confidence about him.
"Mind if I join you?" He asked, already sitting down.
The person turned to face them; a young woman with striking blue eyes, seemingly early twenties. She looked surprised to see him there. "How did you find me?" she asked incredulously. It's obvious that neither of them are from Serbia.
"You've gotten careless. You can't expect to go around making a show, and not have me notice."
"I'm not making a show, I'm helping people." She said, quickly getting angry.
"You're exposing yourself." he replied calmly.
"You only found me because you know where to look. Not everyone, or thing, is that smart."
"For now," he said. His eyes softened. "If your desire is to be a human, then why don't you let me help? I can take the burden away from you."
The woman turned away from him, staring back at the fire. "I'm not ready to give it up," She answered quietly.
The man grinned, then said, "Something tells me that you will be soon enough. Pray that you'll be able to find me when that time comes."
"What do you-?" she whipped her head in his direction, but the man was gone. An anxious look washed over her face and she nervously rubbed the back of her neck, below her left ear.
*Screen cuts to intro*
Scene opens up to the boys at the bunker, in the afternoon. Sam is doing research on the computer at the table. Dean is sitting next to him, stacking bacon on a hamburger with a gleeful look. Sam stops what he's doing and looks at Dean with a disgusted grimace on his face.
"Do you ever think about the fact that 90% of what you eat is slowly killing you?" Sam asked.
"We deal with death on a daily basis. The last thing I'm worried about is a little cholesterol, Sammy." Dean shoved the burger in his mouth. Sam rolled his eyes. Dean continued, mouth full. "You find anything interesting?"
"Um, yeah....maybe. A few graves in Redmond, Washington were exhumed recently. the corpses hadn't been dead long, but all their blood was drained after they had been dug up."
"What? Like someone is using it for vamp poison?"
"Well not only that, but their heads were already lopped off. That was all their cause of death."
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"Dean came over to the computer and looked at the article, "So three people get decapitated, then later their exhumed bodies found, drained of blood? So, it could be vampires.... but it could also just be someone using human's blood to use against vamps..."
"Or it could be some psycho serial killer. They never caught who killed the vics, but suspected it was the same person," Sam finished.
"That sounds like a big ball of crazy. Let's check it out. We can always call around to see if a hunter we know is already there."
(Scene change) The brothers pull up to a police station. They walk up dressed in their FBI getup. They walk inside to the front desk, and flash their badges.
"I'm special agent Finn, this is special agent King. We're here to investigate the the case of the corpses that were exhumed recently," Sam said.
"Not much of a case," said a voice behind them. They turned to see the Sheriff. "Sheriff Boggs," he said, introducing himself. "Not sure why the feds would be put on this one. We're thinking some psycho is doing this."
Dean scoffed. "Well you may think that you don't need us now, but wait until the body count gets into the dozens."
"True," the sheriff agreed. "But we find them quick and it's done; I don't think we need DC babying us through this."
"Look, we're just following orders. This isn't first time we've seen something like this," Sam lied. "We've been tracking cases like this for while, trying to pin someone down."
The sheriff now looked a little more concerned. "Right...Well then feel free to do what you need. Coroner's office is downstairs."
(Scene Change) They are now downstairs. The Coroner lets them in after they show their badges, and he pulls out the three bodies for them to examine.
"That guy was a Class A douche," Dean grumbled.
They immediately checked out the heads, checking for bite marks.
"Dean, look," Sam said, pointing to two puncture marks on the neck of one of the women.
"The other's have the same," Dean remarked. "So they are vamps," he continued quietly. "I don't understand why their blood was drained after they were already buried."
"Excuse me," Sam said to the coroner. "When were these vics killed?"
The coroner came over to them. "Less than two weeks ago, they were killed within days of each other-"
"-That's why they assume it's a serial killer?"
"Yes. Each body was found in a fairly public place; the local grocery store down the road. It was obvious that they had been moved post-mortem."
"So you think the sicko was just coming back to the grave for more kicks and giggles?" Dean asked.
"That's what we're thinking."
(Scene change) The brothers are back outside, getting into the Impala.
Sam sighed. "This doesn't make any sense. It's gotta be someone hunting vamps down... but why would they be digging the bodies up afterwards?"
"Maybe it's a hunter who's taken a little too many hits to the head? But putting them on display so the police could find them? That's creepy."
"Did you make any phone calls?" Sam asked Dean.
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"Yeah, no one we know is on the case.
"So what do we do now?"
Dean pulled out and went down the street. "Well we see if we can find the nest I guess. Have a stake out until we see if anyone comes to take one out."
Sam nodded. "We should talk to the vics' families. They were all locals, they've may have only been vampires for a short time."
(Scene Change) They are now inside a family member's home, interviewing a woman.
"Mrs. Hearst, had you noticed any strange behavior from Caleb before his death?" Sam asked the blubbering woman.
"Yes *sniff*, I guess he was acting different. He wouldn't *sniff* eat much and he got so pale and sick."
"Do you think he was hanging out with the wrong crowd? You know, that he may have gotten himself into some drugs?"
Mrs. Hearst choked back a sob before continuing. "I had thought that. That's what I told the police. He started coming home late, wouldn't tell me where he was or what he was doing...."
Dean piped up, "Did he know any of the other two victims? Samantha Bennett or Liv Trescott?"
*sniff* sniff* "He knew Samantha for years."
"We spoke to the girls' parents, they showed the same signs that Caleb did before he died. Do you have any idea where they could have gone during that time?"
She wiped her tears, and thought for a moment. "There's an old, abandoned school right outside of town. People say that's where a lot of drug deals happen. That would be my first guess.... but the police have already checked the scene. There was no blood that belong to Caleb and the gi-" She broke down into tears again. Dean, now looking uncomfortable, stood up.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hearst, we won't take anymore of your time," he said. Sam quickly followed him.
(Scene Change) The boys are parked outside of the abandoned school. It is late in the evening and they have not seen anything yet. Abandoned buses and cars are still in the parking lot.
"Man, I wonder if monsters deliberately pick out creepy-ass places to hang out." Dean complained. "We've been sitting here for two hours, we should just go check out the inside."
"Yeah, okay," Sam agreed. They got out of the car and made their way towards the decaying building. "I wonder if the kids had come here and then were turned into vampires. It would make sense with their strange behavior before their death"
"Good ol' chicken or the egg debate. Still doesn't us insight into the wacko killing them off."
They rounded the corner to a pair of metal doors, and were met with a headlight coming off of the road towards them. They ducked into the shadows and watched as a motorcycle drove around to the back of the school. The brothers slunk closer to where it stopped, and saw a figure duck into the school through a broken window. Pulling out their knives, they followed the person into the school.
They found themselves in the cafeteria; long tables and chairs covered in dust were strewn about the room. There was no sign of the person who had entered earlier. Sam pulled a flashlight out and checked around the room.
"Nothing."
"Let's move to the-"
Something hit Dean, knocking him to the ground. Dazed, he rolled over and tried to clear his vision. A young woman hovered over him, holding a long knife to his throat. In her other hand she held a gun, keeping Sam at a distance.
She was petite with long dark, brown hair and striking blue eyes that gleamed with a livid ferociousness. She pressed the knife closer into Dean's neck, drawing blood. She eyed them suspiciously for a moment.
"...You're not vampires," she noted.
"No," Dean wheezed. Her knee was pressed into his chest.
"We're hunters," Sam said, holding his hands up.
Her disposition changed, and she got off Dean and helped him to his feet.
"Sorry about that," She grinned. "I'm Mallory Devlin. I got into town a couple of days ago. I've been watching this place, trying to catch some vamps....Who are you?"
"I'm Sam Winchester. The guy you almost decapitated is my brother Dean."
"Well I didn't want to take any risks. This is the main pick up spot for the nest."
Dean was holding his neck, trying to stop the trickle of blood. "Oh!" Mallory said and ripped a piece of her shirt and handed it to him. "Again, I'm really sorry. Good thing you didn't put up much of a fight. Probably would've lopped your melon off without a second thought," she chuckled.
"Yeah. ha," was his response. "Since you've been here longer what can you tell us about this nest? Have any clue as to who is digging up the bodies?"
"I'm getting an idea. We can discuss it over dinner; my treat. It's the least I could do after almost killing you guys," she was already walking out through the broken window. "Besides, I'm dying for some onion rings."
Sam and Dean slowly followed after her. "You okay?" Sam asked.
"I'm fine," Dean pouted. "I'm just not sure if I should be impressed or mad."
"She did take you out pretty easily."
Dean shot him a look. "Shut up."
They were now outside and Mallory was already on her motorcycle. "There's a great diner about ten minutes from here," She said, slipping her helmet over her head. She looked over at the Impala a short distance away. "Great car, by the way."
Dean couldn't help but slip a grin. He noticed Sam laughing to himself.
Dean glared at him again"...Shut up."
(Scene Change) A man is running down an alley, terrified of whatever is following him. He stops short when he comes to a dead end.
"Please! It wasn't me!" He pleaded desperately. "I can give you more names. Tell you who was there that night!"
"Well I can't just let you live now. Even if it wasn't you." Said a cool, masculine voice in the shadows. The unseen man swung a blade and chopped the head off of the horrified man. "San, Brate (Sleep, brother)" he said as he started dragging the body out of the alley.
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