The Beginning

The Start

"Oh rats! Another dead fucking end?" Irrella shouted at the three dead corpses by her feet. The blade in her hand was warm and slathered with blood. She sat down on a blood soaked sofa and sighed. These last vampires marked the end of the Naoti Clan in the Eastern United States. They were Irrella's last lead to the location of the Men of Letters' headquarters.

"Damn it!" She yelled, pulling out her phone to dial the number of her closest friend. His name was Bane and he was the strongest werewolf in the territories. "You lied to me!" She yelled into the phone.

"Oh, Ira, calm down. I needed them eradicated and you're the best hunter when it comes to vamps and high demons," Bane said calmly on the other end and continued,"I do have a new lead for yo-"

"It better be good or I'll have your throat!" Ira shouted at the wolf. "Sugar, please stop running me in circles, okay?" She said calming down a bit and kicking at the head of the nearest corpse.

"Okay okay, love. I heard some things about two hunters in Kansas, could be the Winchesters, right?" Bane said with a yawn.

"Really? Hunters going in pairs isn't new, Bane!" Ira said quickly as she heard police sirens in the distance.

"Yeah, but one is said to have the Mark on him," Bane replied as Ira sprinted out the back door and into her gray Ford taurus.

"That'll have to do. I got to go so I'll talk to you later," Ira said as she hung up before Bane could reply. She slumped over the steering wheel for a moment before shoving the keys in the ignition. The car started with a rumble and she quickly sped off.

She had to find that bunker, it held documents that could help her. If she could get there and call in other hunters she knew, they could start it up again. She knew the Winchesters would cause a bit of a hassle but that was a thought for later.

Olly Murs's Troublemaker was playing on the radio as she drove to the highway. The commute from West Virginia to Kansas would be tiresome. Ira hoped she was stocked up on snacks. No stops between here and there except for gas would get her there in about sixteen hours. She's driven for longer than that before so this trip would go uneventfully, right?

Wrong. Two songs later and Ira had already run into trouble. A police car was stationed by the freeway and they were searching the cars with dogs. Normally this wouldn't be an issue but the sunglasses on the cops hinted at something un human since it was dark out. Also, the arsenal of guns, knives, grenades, flash bangs and a plethora of supernatural ingredients would ensure a quick arrest even if they were normal cops. With a sigh and a curse, Ira glanced at the three cars ahead of her and five behind, effectively blocking escape.

"Shit," Ira muttered and began to panic. Maybe she could talk to the officers if they weren't human but the chance that they could be was a topic of worry. She would have to call one over, away from the dogs, and lay the charm on.

With a whistle and some quick finger work, Ira rolled the window down, turned the radio down and adjusted her shirt in a more 'friendly' fashion. A cop with steel gray hair and sunglasses walked over slowly and regarded her curiously. He smirked with some young charm despite the gray hair and Ira instantly knew what he was. A mystical elf wasn't uncommon but certainly not a part of the police force. Suspicion rose in Ira's heart with a piercing suddenness.

She had a way of telling when one was in trouble or lying. It was a natural knowing that came on frequently in her line of work and was very useful. Think spider-sense but less stupid, more like premonitions of feeling of the future. Her parents had taught her how to look for signs that indicated suspicion and at the age of twenty four the skill came without thought. So it was now that Ira made a rash decision and opened her stupid mouth.

"Hey, Sugar, think you can let a little hunter like me pass by them adorable dogs. See I'm awfully tired from hunting some foul vamps and could really use a break," She said sweetly with a deep southern drawl. The elf looked taken aback but shook his head in agreement.

He glanced at his friends for a moment and shouted for one of them who came over swiftly. Ira must have gotten the attention of a high position elf due to the haste the other showed at his words. He whispered a couple words and the two smile at Ira sweetly and the first cop said,"Name's Colin, I guess we could let you through but it'll cost you."

"Err, what are we talking boys?" Ira said slowly, if not a bit curios. Elves were usually secluded creatures who avoided the trouble of hunters. Them being out here in the open must mean they had a good reason to be so.

"There's a group of maybe five demons, lower things really, near our compound. They've been stirring up trouble since they arrived a week ago. We've lost three of our young and could really use a hunter's help," The second elf said shyly and smiled when Collin gave him a nod of encouragement. These people were clearly not used to handling people out of their circle, a common habit of elves.

Ira thought for a moment before pulling out her cell phone. "Just a moment please, I need to inform someone of where I'll be just in case I get into trouble," She said to the two relieved elves who shuffled off to talk with their friends.

Ira quickly dialed Bane's number but was left on voicemail,"Hey, Bane, I'm taking a detour to help out some elves near where the vamps were. Seems like an easy demon job so it'll take an hour or two at most, I'll call you when I'm done."