Alive

Chapter 23: Katherine

[[Garth P.O.V. / "Blood" -by Algiers]]

I walk into the boat dock, bodies of hunters scattered throughout the peer.  I clench my machete tightly in my right hand, trying my best to be ready.  This vampire is no joke.  She killed every hunter that went after her.  I lost some of my best men. 

As I walk, my boots make splashing noises because of the puddles left over from rain.  I walk so slowly and carefully that you can't even tell I'm there.  Hopefully this will cause the vampire to be caught off guard and I can get her from behind.  I turn the corner to find blood stains all over the wooden ground.  The blood is stained in such a way that it looks as if she dragged bodies every which way you could think of.  More bodies lay ahead of me, and I uncomfortably step over every one of them.  I nervously check my surroundings with every step I take—I can't be too careful.

I stop and look over toward the boat area to see another hunter stabbed with a pole that goes straight through his chest and into the boat. I feel my stomach tighten in sickening knots.  "Jesus..."  I let out in a quiet whisper.  This is horrible; one of the worst hunter massacres I've ever seen. 

Before I begin to walk again, I hear a loud thud in the building to the right of me.  I quickly turn and hold out my machete in front of me, guarding myself.  I back up, way away from the opening. In the darkness of the empty opening to the building, a single body falls out.  Blood still pouring out from his neck, bite marks across his neck. That was the last one. The only hunter left to hopefully find alive. 

My eyes widen and I feel my heart begin to race.  I stare into the eerie darkness, the suspense beginning to frighten me even more.  "You're a funny looking fellow."  A woman's voice says, as she steps out of the darkness. 

Her long, dark brunette hair is in curls and her skin glows almost perfectly. Her high heels sink slightly into a crack in the wood and she crosses her arms. I stare at her wide-eyed.  She looks exactly like the woman Sam and Dean have been bringing along with them. I knew it, I knew it was Elena Gilbert.  I warned Sam and he was supposed to tell Dean.  Let's just hope to God she hasn't already killed them. 

"But I bet you still taste just as good as all the other idiots did."  She says, wiping blood from the side of her mouth with her fingertip. Her voice is compelling and alluring. There's something about her that is just so enticing and I can't help but be attracted to her, no matter how disgusting of a monster she is.  "Elena...I knew it was you.  Elena Gilbert.  I already told Sam—Sam and Dean are probably on their way now to get rid of you.  They have to know now that I was right because you aren't with them.  They're going to notice you're gone.  You just screwed yourself!"  I say with confidence.  I feel the fear inside of me begin to slowly rise as I worry about what she'll do to me after saying all of that.

Sam and Dean will get here and save the day.  They always do.  She looks at me for a moment and almost looks completely flabbergasted. Her intimidating and bored demeanor changes.  Her expression goes from confused, to very enthused.