Bloody Beginnings
Blood. There was blood everywhere. Mal stepped through the door of her house, her mind racing. She followed the trail through the kitchen, and on through the living room. It led straight to her mother's private study. She pushed open the door, and there was her mother, her throat ripped out, lying at the feet of a vampire.
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Mal sat up in bed, breathing heavily. "Good morning, sunshine," a voice said sarcastically. She turned her head to see Dean tying his boots at the chair in their shitty motel room. Jay and Sam were sitting at the table, eating breakfast someone picked up. "Dean? Sam? What are you guys doing here?" Mal asked, her memories returning to her slowly.
"We were in the neighborhood and thought we'd stop by and check on you," Sam said. Mal climbed out of bed and Dean handed her a McDonald's biscuit. "You got a case?" Mal asked. "Yeah, some mysterious murders upstate. We were on our way there when we got a call from Bobby and we thought we'd stop by and see you," Dean said.
"What did Bobby call about?" Jay asked. "A case," Sam said. "Which is why you stopped by," Mal finished. "Can't you guys just make a friendly social call?" "You don't have to take the case sweetheart," Dean said. "Oh, we're taking the case," Mal said. "What is it first?" Jay asked. "We don't know," Sam said.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Mal asked. "Bobby got a call from some rookie hunters about suspicious activity around Lansing, Kansas. A couple of maimed bodies, but they couldn't figure out what it is," Sam said. Dean cleared his throat. "If we weren't busy, we'd check it out, but..." "But you're busy. We got it, Dean," Mal said.
Dean smirked. "I know, kiddo. Call if you need us; we gotta go take care of, uh..." "I know," Mal said, smirking. "Be careful," Sam said, putting a hand on Jay's shoulder. Mal hugged Dean. "Look out for her," Dean said, pointing at Jay. Mal shot Dean a look. "I can take care of myself," she said. Dean laughed. "Stay safe, kiddo."
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A few hours later, Mal and Jay were riding down the highway in a black 1969 Ford Mustang. "Who are these hunters we're meeting up with?" Mal asked. "Evie and Carlos. Sam said they lost their families to a rougarou. So, they started hunting." Jay said. "Same story, different perspective," Mal said.
Around three in the afternoon, Mal and Jay pulled into a local diner in Lansing, Kansas. "So what do they look like?" Mal asked. "A pretty, blue haired girl and a scrawny white haired boy," Jay said, checking his 19/11 was in its place in his jacket. Mal walked up to the diner, but before she could touch the door, it flew open and hit her in the forehead.
"Damn!" Mal said. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" A girl's voice said. Mal looked up into a set of beautiful brown eyes. "Uhh," Mal said. "Are you Evie?" Jay asked, walking up behind Mal. "Yeah..." The girl said cautiously. "Good. I'm Jay, and this is Mal. We got a message that you needed help, you know, hunting," Jay said, holding out his hand. Evie shook it. Behind her, the diner door opened, and a white haired boy stepped out.
Mal looked them both over. The girl was kind of tall, but the boy was roughly the same height as Mal. Neither had much muscle, but they weren't totally helpless. "I'm Evie, and this is Carlos," Evie said, offering Mal her hand. Mal hesitated a moment before shaking the hand. For a hunter, this girl cleaned up nice. "Well, Evie, if you'll give us the rundown, we'll find and gank this mother," Mal said.
"Uh, yeah, we can go talk about this at our place," Carlos said. Mal nodded, and pushed Jay back towards the car. "So," Jay said. "What?" Mal asked. "First time I've ever seen you speechless, even if it was just for a second," he said. Mal blushed. "Shut up," she said. Jay smirked. "Do you have a crush on the new girl?" Jay teased. "I can kill you, you know," Mal warned. Jay laughed nervously, and dropped the topic.
Mal started the mustang and followed the beat up truck Evie and Carlos were in. After a minute or two, they pulled into a motel parking lot. Mal and Jay climbed out of the car, and walked over to where Carlos and Evie were waiting. "Well, princess?" Mal asked. Evie smirked. "Princess?" Mal blushed, but Evie smiled. "It's okay; I like it. But don't we need to check each other first?" She asked.
Mal sighed, and pulled out a silver knife, salt, and holy water. After they were all cleared, Carlos unlocked the door to the nearest room. "We went and looked at the bodies in the morgue, but there wasn't much to see. They were left in a bloody mess, completely unrecognizable." "Did they have anything in common?" Jay asked. "All beautiful women, but that's it." Evie said.
"Do they ever see each other, work together or something?" Mal asked. "They go to the same church," Evie offered. Mal nodded. "What about witnesses?" Jay asked. "Only one, a George Hancock that is was put in the psychiatric hospital." Carlos said. Alrighty then," Mal said, "tomorrow, we split up. I'll take princess and go to the church. Jay and Carlos can go meet George and find out what he saw." "Why are we splitting up? I mean, if you wanted to be alone with me, all you had to do was ask," Evie said. Mal blushed. "We're going to teach you, that's why," she said, ignoring Jay's smirk.