SuperPotter 3

Chapter 7 Fresh Blood

Sam, Dean and Hermione are walking quickly through an alley, shining flashlights around. They spot a pool of blood and walk over to it, to find a man lying bleeding but conscious on the ground. He has been bitten in the neck. They crouch over him.

'Hey, hey. Don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?' Sam reassures. 

'Where is she? Where did she go?!' Dean asks. The man gestures vaguely down the alley. Sam and Hermione stay with the man as Dean runs off in that direction. He stops in the middle of another alley, sees no one. He raises his machete, pulls his sleeve, and slowly draws the machete across his left forearm, drawing blood. He holds the bleeding arm up. 'Smell that?! Come and get it!' Dean shouts. A young woman emerges from a side alley and stares at him; her chin is covered in blood. 'That's right. Come on. I smell goed, don't I? I taste even better,' The vampire approaches cautiously. He holds up the machete, then drops it, luring her in. 'Come on! Free lunch!' The vampire charges; as she grabs him and sinks her teeth into his neck, Dean whips out a syringe and plunges it into her neck. She convulses and falls to the ground, unconscious. 'Whoo!' Sam and Hermione come running. They look at the girl on the ground, and then back at Dean. 'What?'

'Cutting it a little close, don't you think?' Sam asks.

'Ah...that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?' Sam looks concerned. Dean looks down at his arm. 'Ow,'

The motel room of Sam, Dean and Hermione is a dingier room than they usually would occupy. Old mattresses line the walls, blocking out all external light. The vampire, whose face is still covered with blood, is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Sam and Dean are standing over her chair. Hermione was leaning against the wall. The vampire comes to consciousness, and looks around.

Dean leans over her. 'You with us?' He asks. She wakes up fully, struggles against her bonds. 'Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere,'

'Where is your nest?' Sam asks.

The vampire looks at Sam in confusion. 'What?'

'Your nest...where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out,' Dean responds.

'I don't know what you're talking about,' Sam and Dean look at each other and roll their eyes. 'Please! I don't feel good,'

'Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood,' Dean points out.

'Just let me go,'

Sam laughs. 'Yeah, you know we can't do that,'

'I'm telling you the truth. I'm just...I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!'

'You took something?'

The vampire starts to freak out. 'Yes! I can't...come down. I just want to come down,'

'What's your name?' Hermione asks, moving closer towards the vampire.

'Lucy. Please. Just let me go,'

'All right, Lucy, how about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go,'

'You will?' She looks at Dean, who nods and smiles in a completely insincere way, then shoots Hermione a confused look over her head. Sam nods. 'Uh, I don't really...um, it's, it's not that clear. I was at Spider,'

'Spider?' Sam asks.

'The club, on Jefferson. And there was this guy...he was buying me drinks,'

'This guy...what's he look like?'

'He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket...uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer...he had something for me,'

'Something? Dean asks.