"Aren't we all bound in one way or another?"
Since Abigael made the decision to place herself into a deep slumber, to come to terms with the knowledge Lucifer provided. All seemed well, and calm. She was coming to terms with the fact of it all. But...
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Dean directed us all the way to the vamps hideout. We spoke on the way, on what my cover was to be. We settled with him turning me, because I was his 'girlfriend', it was better than anything else that could spill from our mouths. We hid behind a car, as Dean had a wire on a metal gate, leading into the vamp's lair. In no time, two vampires exited, and we remained low. I watched as the gate began to close, but Dean pulled the string, pulling it back open. We both sneaked forward, and entered the building. We crept through the building, keeping an ear out for anything moving.
"I thought you were low on voodoo?" Dean questioned softly, making me scoff at his term of magic.
"Witchcraft," I shot back at him. "And I've been saving my energy for weeks. You know how hard it is not to perform magic," it was the truth, weeks of not using the basics of magics because I might be called upon. "For now I feel fine, just let's hope I stay that way," my tone became serious, because I don't know if I could perform a full on assault with vampires. Dean remained quiet, still guiding us through the building. We came to a hallway, with a dim light. We walked a few inches down, before someone came out of the shadows. A youngish fellow, probably decades old, but he still looks like he's in his twenties.
"Sup," he states after his eyes flickered between the both of us, clearly the spell had worked or he would have been on our asses.
"Hey. Uh, I'm—"
"The guy Boris turned outside the bar, right? He said to look out for you," the vampire states, before his eyes locked onto me. "But he didn't say anything about a pretty vamp," his eyes wandered my body, clearly he was undressing me with his eyes, as I noticed him bite his bottom lip.
"She's my girlfriend, I turned her," Dean announces, making the guy's eyes slowly raise back up my figure before his head turns to Dean.
"Well, glad you both made it, man," he raised his right hand into a fist, wanting Dean to bump it. Dean looked at it for a moment, finding it weird, but he raised his right hand and fistbumped the dude. "Follow me," he instructed, before walking away. The vamp took us down the corridor, before turning a corner.
I saw him open a glass door, and beyond that door was a fridge, I could smell the blood where we stood. And it was bags upon bags.
"So, you must be starving," it was more of a statement than a question. Dean replied with a 'uh' sound, not really stringing any words together, as what could he say. We came to stand in front of the fridge, and the vampire leaned down, staring at the different bags before sliding the door open. "Here you go," he grabs a blood-bag from the fridge, before turning it around and holding it out for Dean to take.
"I'm ok. We killed so many people on the way over here,"
"So many people," I piggy packed on Dean's comment, with a wicked smile. I had perfected an evil smile through the centuries.
"Yeah, uh, about that," the vamp leans in. "Company line is we don't just kill people anymore... But you got to tell me what that's like," he states, wanting to know what it's like to have fresh warm blood dribbling down your face.
