Who: Sam Winchester & Rebekah Mikaelson What: fighting a Twilight vampire! When: July 25th (backdated) Where: East Harlem Warnings: violence and stuff.
The hunt was on. Sam had been right in the thick of it at the beginning, but it had spread out somewhat. Right now, he was tracking one of the damn Twilight vampires-- well, half tracking and half being tracked, but he was trying to maneuver it back towards the others, where he would have backup. Trained as he was, he wasn't going to be able to take one of these damn things down alone. When he aimed fire at them, they leapt away and put it out. The fucking things were even more awful and hard to kill than the Jefferson Starships.
At least his plan seemed to be working. The thing seemed to be enjoying the chase, which Sam intended to use to his full advantage. He had his flamethrower ready in his hands just in case it tired of the chase before his plan worked, but he was close. He could hear someone, or maybe more than one someone, not far away, and headed toward the sound.
But as he stepped back out into the open, he saw a blur coming towards him from the left, and only just managed to light the flamethrower in time to send the sparkly bastard skittering away. Sam stepped sideways, keeping his back towards a wall so that it would have trouble taking him by surprise, and prepared for a second attack.