Vampires in Brooklyn - Supernatural fanfiction No.1

Chapter Three

Opal reached into her pocket and retrieved some of the makeup she hadn't got round to throwing away yet.
"I knew this would come in handy!"
She uncapped the red cream and smeared it all over herself like a sunburn. Taking off her shoes, she faked blisters, and covered her feet with mud.
"You look like a very sunburnt, very achy human, which of course means you look like a very sunburnt, very achy vampire." 
Opal smiled at Sam. "Fantastic. That was the look I was going for, no sarcasm intended. Oh, how does this sound?" She goaded on a croaky voice that sounded like death and hurt even more. "Help... me... I need... water..."
"Like you haven't drunk anything in days."
"Brilliant! Mind you, it hurts like sandpaper's being shoved down my throat. All parts of the job, I guess."
Grabbing a small log of dried clay, she smashed it onto her knee, forcing it into pieces. She dusted her knee with it, drawing random, jagged marks to look like she'd fallen on rocks. She did the same for her other leg, then, for the final time, put blusher on her fingers. She caked it into her hair and into the shape of a cut above her left eyebrow.
"God, this is gonna take ages to take out."
"Shut up, you fanged bitch," Dean smirked playfully.
 Opal stood up, sliding a dark hoodie over her arms, and concealed a powerful smoke bomb in one of the pockets. She pulled the hood down as low as it would go, hiding her eyes.
"Hey, this walk, convincing or nah?"
 Stumbling around, she forged a limp, wincing every time one of her feet touched the ground.
"You certainly look like you're in pain."
She threw back her head and laughed.
"Told you I was a good actor!"
"Alright, positions," squeaked Castiel, the effect of helium apparently lasting far longer on angels than on humans.
Opal staggered out of the trees, fake pain seeping through her muscles. She kept a sorry grimace upon her face, using frail-looking, calloused hands to keep her balance. Seconds turned into minutes as Opal continued her (very convincingly performed) agonisingly slow trek to the rotten door of the vamp coven. Slow became slower. The vampire hunter inside of her crowed for bloodsucker extinction. Soon, my love.
Finally she reached the entrance to the nest, the smell of dry rot smothering her nostrils, making her want to vomit. How did the vamps manage it?
She walked into the door and made it seem like an accident for a effect. Once inside of the warehouse, Opal made herself fall to her knees, exaggerating her acted exhaustion. Crawling on the floor, she searched for an awoken vampire, but but there didn't seem to be one. There were endless rows of hammocks hanging from the ceiling, all different heights, each one complete with a sleeping vampire. None were awake, or even out of the hammocks. Taking this opportunity, she scanned the walls and saw, in the corner of one of them, a list of names.

ALEX - LIVING
ANDREW - LIVING
ANGIE - MISSING, PRESUMED DEAD

 Opal didn't bother reading on. This much information was sufficient.
She clambered across the room, acting though she knew no one could see, seeking out one of the lower hammocks. She threw one arm over the fabric and searched for a part of the vamp that she could squeeze.
"Ah!" Mission accomplished.
The vampyr shot up, massaging her abdomen.
"Huh? Who art thou?"
Opal struggled not to roll her eyes. The oldest vampires were the most annoying. All talking, no fighting.
"I-I'm... a vamp... ire..." She croaked. "You don't... happen... to have... any... water... d-do you? I haven... 't... drunk any... thing... in days..."
The lady vampire sprung out of her hammock, her previous job as a servant leaving its mark.
"Worry not, we have an overflowing aqueduct. One shall be back promptly with water."
Opal actually did roll her eyes this time. It's called a water cooler nowadays, grandma.
The vampire returned as promptly as she insinuated with a glass of chilled water. Opal drank mercilessly, stopping her gullet from feeling like it had been shredded. She handed the glass back and the vampire got more. After about fifteen glasses, Opal put the cup down.
'Is thy throat sufficiently lubricated now?" questioned the maid, standing the way a soldier might, at arms.
"That literally got weirder and weirder with every word," Opal sniggered, plastering on a thick country accent, grateful that she could stop acting a croaky ass voice.
"So long as one's servee is well comforted, then one's job, therefore one's life, is complete."
What a horrible moral to live by.
"Please, madam, if it is within my privileges to ask - how did thy find thyself here?"
Opal hardened her face.
"I was jus' chillin', y'know, like the fine farmer I's be, when I sees this girl jump ou' one o' me trees. She goes bites a passin' fella's daughter, she does, an' next thing me knows, the lass is sucked dry, poor bugger.
Now, I thinks to Isself I does an' I realize tha' I jus' witnessed a vampire killin'. I've always been a big fan of the supernatural, me, so I decides, eh. Let's talk to this bloodsucker. I tells 'er I knows what she is an' she's scared, an' I can' say I blame 'er, I'd be too if I were in 'er place. Bless 'er 'eart. She looks a' me an' I can tells she wants me for 'er supper. Bu' I ain't jus' no farmer, Imma figh'er as well. She cans sees this an' she thinks to 'erself, 'Eh, she's too good ter ea' she is,' an' converts me. Imma vampire. She points in this direction, she does, an' says 'er nest's tha' way. I climbs a tree I's does, an' she's about ter follow me, when some psycho bitch attacks 'her, cuts off 'er 'ead. I though' vampires only died by stake, bu' apparently I's wrong abou' tha'.
Luckily the psycho bitch didn't see me in the tree and walks off. So I walked in this direction and I ain't stopped walking since, til now."
The vampire hadn't moved once during Opal's recount of false events.
"Did thy vampire sister speaketh her name?"
Opal smiled. "Aye, she did. Angie, she said her name was, poor sweet. Mine be Blue. Yours?"
"Winnifreda, ma'am."
"Sweet name, lass."
"If it's not too much trouble, mistress, may I ask thee a final question?"
"No trouble a' all, me vampire sis." She felt dirty. Pretending to be a vampire when she detested the entire species made her skin crawl.
"This 'psycho bitch' thee speaketh of. What did she look like?"
"A deer hunter. Or a vamp hunter. Definitely a hunter of some sort, and a good one by the way she dressed. Black 'air, cut like a man's. Big blue eyes. Dark blue. Killer's eyes. Pale as a ghost, too. Said 'er name was sommit like, er , the lonely 'unter. Corly own. I dunno, I 'ad a leaf in me ear."
The whole charade was worth it for the satisfaction of watching the vampire's face slowly become more and more terrified.
"Wha'?" warbled opal, trying so hard to suppress her smirk.
"The hunter thee encountered ma'am... The Lonely Hunter... Corleone... is the greatest vampire killer this side of the veil. Or rather, the greatest vampire killer of all time." Opal blushed. What a compliment!
"Every time she raideth a nest, she taketh the blood of the alpha of the coven and writeth her name on the wall in it."
Funny. She'd never done that before. That said, rumours were bound to spread. She was like an A-List celebrity in the monster world. Especially, she realized, because of her preferred form of committing vamp genocide. Hell, she should do that this time.
"Thee didn't escape her. She never misseth a vampire. Thee be her... signal. If thee is here, then the darkness shall cometh. And soon. She'll have followed thee - she has always done it that way. Alloweth two or three out of every raid, so they can spreadeth the word. Sendeth fear. She waiteth until the word has reached every nest. Then she shall cometh after those she let go, and massacre their nest." Now that was something that was true. She just loved the terror a vamp experienced in the mention of her name.
"If thee saw her, then we needeth go. Now."
Opal stood up and smiled malevolently, exposing the smoke bomb in her pocket. She laughed insanely, a sociopathic giggle in a silent room. She wrenched the hood away from her face, exposing her eyes, welling with madness. Killer's eyes.
"Too late!"