Star Fall / Book One (SPN Fan Fiction)

Chapter Thirteen

The hunters trio begin to formulate a plan of action. With Kyiah on one side of the bunker's foyer, and the boys on the other near the library's steps.

"Velkan Valerious is not your ordinary vampire." Kai mentions, pacing the floor. "I'm sure you've heard the story of my father and Velkan's grand encounter." Sam gave an idolized, well educated nod and Kyiah's focus moves to Dean. Discreetly pleading for an explanation. "In the late 1800's, Velkan was once a Prince. The direct descendant of Valerious The Elder. He was scratched by a werewolf while triumphantly  trying to save his sister, Anna. The werewolves in Transylvania are breed very differently than here in America. They are full on, behemoth, creatures. Standing at over eight feet tall on their hind legs, and posses hefty, muscular, builds. Complete with head to toe lycanthrope fur. Their durability is extensive, as is their strength. They are berserk, uncontrollable killing machines, but only the bite or scratch of an Alpha Wolf can transform you. Their DNA carries a venom that infects the humans upon impact. And after bitten, you remain in human form until you're under the light of the moon. None of that full moon phase crap. Any lunar beam will do." She lectured. "Some of the most revered wolves can induce their forms, but it takes an immense amount of self control. And the longer you live, the less control you have over your reversion. Which, eventually, will leave you leave you stuck in your werewolf anatomy." She took an uneasy breath. Her eyes move to stare into nothing as she slows her pacing gait. "The transformation process is, obscenely gruesome..and painful.." The boys absorb the haunting backlash of her dissociation as she shivers herself back into the present, pushing away the vision. "Werewolf Velkan was put under Dracula's Order and sent out to kill my father. This went on for years until Gabriel freed him from the abominable curse by sending him to perish. And that was that... At least, it was suppose to be..." Kai lifts her slit brow. "He was somehow revived, and came back as a vampire. Hunting down my father and I, when he.." She stops, censoring out that scene. Unwilling to disclose the prominent trauma and graphic details. "Velkan is one of the strongest beings to re-surface the earth. If we're going to do this, we've got to take him out. For good." She preaches, once again on the move. "Sam's got more of a reach since he's taller, he'll take last. Dean, you've got better aim. You're behind me."

"Okay." Sam dismisses. "You're not putting yourself first." He instates with authority.

"Yes, I am."

"Over my dead body." Dean chimes, taking a forward step. Kyiah arches her shoulders, straightening out her back for her delivery.

"Don't make me make that happen." She snaps, leading Dean to offer a sarcastic face scrunch. "Transylvanian Vampires are just like werewolves. They are, fucking, menaces. Their jaws detach to widen their bite. Their wings expand to fifteen feet long, which, by the way, they used to fly. Not to mention physical regeneration, teleportation, and an impactful, infected, bite." She explains, enforcing the gravity of the engagement. "Velkan wants me. More than anything out there. This, is personal. And if he wants me, he's gotta come get me." She boldly determines.

"Yeah, well. He's going to have to get through me first." Dean warns, dominantly crossing his arms. The pensiveness in his resplendent, hazel eyes, cave her previous instruction.

"Dean's in first." She reluctantly corrects, turning back to Sam. "He'll be on dead man's blood. Sam, you're on decap."

"What about you?" Kai skews her stance.

"I'll take up both. Though I won't have to do much. Once we're inside, Velkan will get my sent, and that's all he'll need."

"Nah uh, you're wearing a scent blocker." Dean dictates.

"No, I'm not." Kyiah declares. "Scent blockers are useless against Velkan's archaic senses. All forms of cloaking are off the table. Sigils, charms, curses, pendants. They're all, ineffective. I doubt a simple concoction of saffron and skunk cabbage would have any real affect. This isn't child's play." Seeing his unconvinced demeanor, she continues. "He has super senses." She emphasizes. "He can track a heartbeat from fifty feet away. He is far, too powerful."