Emo Band Imagines

Hunting ~ B.U.

(A/n: Again SPN related bc why tf not)

"This case doesn't make any sense." You mumbled to yourself. "The hearts of the victims are gone, but I'm pretty fucking sure it's not a werewolf."

"What about vampires?" Brendon chimed in.

You gave your boyfriend a confusing look before you turned back to the computer. "A vampire that steals hearts?" You rose your eyebrows. "How ironic."

Brendon sat behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and rubbed your hipbones lightly. "I mean nothing speaks against it. And we also know where a nest could be."

"Alright then." You shut the laptop and freed yourself from Brendons grip. "Get the machetes while I start the car."

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"Yep." You popped the 'p'. "Definitely a vampires nest."

"Told you so, Y/n" Brendon clicked his tongue and swirled around his machete.

"Stop that. You'll cut yourself." You rolled your eyes.

"I won't. Now come one, I wanna kill some sons of bitches."

Brendon carefully shut down his car door and so did you. He jogged towards the door, holding your hand. "Ready?" He asked. You nodded, getting a tight grip on your favourite machete.

Vampires weren't that hard to hunt. But after a little more of research, you found out that this nest was bigger than the ones you usually 'cleaned'. This nest had 10 vampires, while the ones that you were used to only had about 6.

Brendon kicked open the door with his right foot, pulling you inside and adjusting his machete. The vampires all jolted awake at the same time, their eyes widening as soon as they saw the two hunters, everyone knew about.

You and Brendon.

Soon 4 vampires surrounded you and of course Brendon killed 2 of them in seconds while you chopped of the heads of the other 2 in one shift motion.

While you wiped your bloody hand on your jeans, a vampire had Brendon tackled to the ground. He seemed to struggle and your instinct led you towards Brendon, ready to kill the vampire that hovered over him. But 2 other vampires creeped up behind you, holding you tight by your waist. The amount of pressure made you loose your grip on your machete and that sound of iron meeting the cold floor was ear piercing.

By the time one of the vampires was ready to infect you, by slitting open it's own wrist and then yours and trying to connect the blood, Brendon chopped off the heads of both of them.

After a few more minutes, the vampire nest was clean.

"You okay?" Brendon panted heavily.

"Yea." You coughed. "Wow. That was pretty close this time." You rested your hands on your hips.