The Young Hunter: The Hunter's Daughter Book 2 (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 7: In the Scrap Yard

Bobby and I help Derek back into the house. He was given about the same amount stitches as me and was covered in bandages. We ease him onto the couch, his face one of agonizing pain.

"How are you feeling?" I ask and he winces.

"I've been better, that's for sure. Those doctors didn't happen to give us any of that pain reliever stuff they gave me earlier, did they?" I laugh and shake my head. He pouts, making me laugh harder. "Anything from Sam and Dean about Carter?"

I can't help but feel sympathy for him. The look of worry in his eyes for Carter was hard to look at and when I shake my head no, he looks away and I pretend not to notice the tears that form. "They'll get her, Derek," I say, placing a hand on his knee. "Don't worry."

He gives me a sad smile. "We should do something," he says. "I don't care what. But I don't just want to sit here and wait."

I smile. "Okay. How about," I look around the house. "Monopoly?"

He shakes his head. "Hell no. Been playing that way too much lately."

I laugh. "Okay, fine. How about we go for a walk through the scrap yard? Get you moving a bit so that your strength comes back?"

He nods. "Yeah. That sounds nice." I help him stand up and we make our way outside. It was late August now and the afternoon was scorching hot. After a couple minutes, I have to take off my purple, plaid flannel. I pull the straps of my white tank top up, feeling slightly exposed. Not soon after that, Derek takes off his red flannel, his black tank seeming to make his biceps look even bigger.

I can't help but stare at how strong he is, each muscle moving as he moved his arms. Even through the bandages and after not moving for several weeks Derek was still impossibly strong. A true hunter.

"Like what you see?" Derek asks with a wink. I blush and look away.

"So they just let you go?" I ask.

He nods. "Yeah. They did. Still super confused as to why. What about you?"

I shake my head. "I left in the morning. There was a sewage system running underneath the building and I made it out under there. Chester found me, but Dean wasn't too far behind. Dean killed him."

Derek's eyes go wide with excitement. "Seriously? That's awesome! Just one last vampire to worry about."

I laugh and smile. "Yeah. It's pretty great."

We walk through the scrap yard for about ten minutes. We make it pretty far from the house and I look to see how Derek is doing. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine," he says, but his face says otherwise.

"Should we go back?"

He shakes his head. "No. I think I should rest for a bit before I do that."

I nod and we find a car that has enough shade for us to sit in. I help Derek sit down on the ground and I wipe at my forehead. It's so hot out here.

"So," Derek says. "What they make you do?"

"Nothing," I say. "I refused to do anything. Instead, they just cut into me, saying they wouldn't stop until I gave in."

He shakes his head with a humourless laugh. "I wish I could say the same. Instead, I gave in and... Well, I cleaned up after their meals. Burned the bodies for them. And even then, every night they would strap me to that table and torture me."

"Wow," I say. "Why are they even doing this?"

Derek shakes his head. "I don't think they really have a motive. I think it's just out of pure hatred towards hunters."