Fanfic: Unexpected Assassin (Supernatural)

     The sun is slowly going down as the two men enter the mansion, Sam and Dean Winchester, prepared to warn the Alpha Vampire of the betrayal of the Leviathans. Not long after they enter a dark spiral appears outside the mansion, out of which steps a man. His clothes are as shadows clinging to his mighty torso and arms, his pants thankfully are looser and appear cloth like. His boots and cape sharing the same darkness as the rest of his clothes. This man clinches his fists, held in clawed gloves that would give one the impression they contain the claws of some mechanical dragon. His pale face is in stark contrast to his dark clothes and short dark beard. His dark hauntingly blue eyes silently survey the mansion before him.

 

    The gloating of the ancient vampire and leviathan as Sam and Dean are held captive at the other end of the table is cut short by the sounds of the front door being shattered and the vampires within the mansion fighting something and then falling silent.

 

    “What now?” says the Alpha Vampire.

 

 

   The door to the dining room splinters as the dark clothed man enters, moving through the door as though it were only paper. Impaled on his claws is a pair of vampires, with a fling he throws them off, their bodies dissolving in black flames.

 

   “Who are you?” asks the Alpha Vampire.

 

   “I am Rhoan the demon general of the fifth legion of the Dark World, the Empress of Darkness wishes for your death, and that of this creature called a Leviathan.”

 

   Sam and Dean step aside as the Leviathan charges, its head opening up in a goofy pac-man like maw.

 

   Rhoan’s hand ignites in black fire. With a single punch of his dark fire fist he vaporizes the Leviathan’s head. Its body falls down and dissolves in black flames.

 

   “Now for the vampire,” says Rhoan as the fire vanishes from his fist.

 

  “I am not so easily killed,” says the vampire as he charges Rhoan.

 

   With a single mighty punch Rhoan sends the vampire flying through the wall into the garden outback. The vampire lands on the ground on his back with a mighty thud. Rhoan floats in the air above him, his cape wraps around forming a very cone like shape. His body erupts in blue flames which dance about.

 

   “Devastation,” says Rhoan to himself as his body drops like a rocket stabbing into the mid-section of the vampire and into the ground.

 

    His cape comes open with a mighty gush of wind, sending the two halves of the vampire flying in opposite directions. As they fly he summons forth the dark flames in both hands blasting the two halves into nothingness with the dark fire blasts.

 

    “So,” says Crowly appearing suddenly, “you’re a de…*gak*”

 

   He is cut short, as Rhoan stands, his finger pointed at Crowly and extending out along its path a stretch of his cape has extended forming a serrated bladed stabbing directly into Crowly with the speed of darkness. His eyes and mouth flash red as his spirit is destroyed with in this long dead body he was possessing. The snake sword like stretch of shadow cloth withdraws, slithering through the air as though it has its own will and merges back into the cape seamlessly.

 

   “Dean,” says Sam looking out the gaping hole in the wall as the man opens a large spiral dark portal and vanishes, “what was that?”

 

    “How would I know,” says Dean, “but it just kicked the ass of a Leviathan, big daddy vamp, and the king of Hell.”