As you packed your bag for a hunt in Illinois, you sighed. Your friend, Bobby, said it would be a pack of fangs, easy take down. You weren't sure why he was still sending you on easy hunts like this, but you weren't one to complain. Bobby had told you there were only about two vamps so you only packed enough clothes for a couple of days. You climbed into your car and blasted the radio. This was going to be a long drive.
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You arrived in Ashmore, Illinois and you checked into your motel. The room was cheap and smelled like smoke, just the way you liked it. You quickly did some research on the town and the body count was up to 9. You figured the fangs were hiding in an abandoned house near the edge of town without any neighbors. You grabbed your machete and hatchet and shoved it into your bag as you got into your car. As you were pulling out of the motel parking lot, you spot a Chevy Impala pulling up.
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When you arrive to the house, you decide to play lost girl act. Your knuckles tap on the door as a handsome man answers.
"Can I help you?"
"Hi, uh, I'm passing through and I was wondering if you could help me out. I am trying to go North of here, but I don't remember which way that is," you smile sheepishly at the man and he grins.
"Why don't you come in and I'll show you a map?" You nod and follow him through the door. You figure it will be an easy kill since Bobby only figured there would be two or three. As you walk through the living room you gasp as you see at least twelve vamps sitting around drinking beer.
"Shit," you whisper as the vampire turns around and grins at you. You pull your short knife out of your boot and swing at the bitch behind you and blood sprays on the wall. You shove past her body and run out of the house. You sprint to the woods as the man runs after you.
"I'm in deep shit now," you mutter while running. You gasp as he catches up to you and shoves you to the ground.
"God I would love to suck you dry," he raspily says into your neck. He pulls your hair back and licks your neck. You slam your head back into his face and hear a satisfying crush behind you.
"You. Stupid bitch!" He grabs your hair and slams your face into a tree a few times and flips you over so you're facing him. He holds your arms and legs down and pulls your shirt up. He takes the knife from the ground beside you and starts carving something into your stomach. As the knife moves you let out a cry and soon after you pass out.
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You wake up with pain all over you. Your nose is broken, they fed on you, your stomach is still aching, and your scalp is bleeding from where they were pulling.
"Stupid bitch is awake!" A woman yells from across the room. As she walks towards you, you spit in her face.
"You little whore! I can't wait to rip your damn neck out!" She yells as she slices your leg. You grit your teeth and hiss as she does it a few more times. She finally quits and sits down. A thud is heard from upstairs and you look at her questioningly.
"Wait here, don't do anything stupid," she says as she walks up the stairs. You mumble a particularly nasty phrase as you start getting tired. As you struggle to keep your eyes open, you hear something rolling down the stairs. You look and see the female vampire's head.
"Check the basement, Sammy," you hear a voice say.
"I really don't think there are any more down there, they would've come up." You hear the other mutter an okay and start to walk away.
"Wait. Wa-wait. Wait you son of a bitch! I need help." You barely get out. As their footsteps get nearer, your head rolls around to see them. The taller one runs to you and starts untying you while the shorter one back watching suspiciously.
"Did they give you anything to uh, drink?"
"No you stupid son of a bitch, the fangs didn't," you say as the taller one helps you up and carries you up the stairs. He gives his partner a side look and he shrugs.
"Take me to my motel, Gigantor," you barely mutter loud enough for him to hear.
"No, we're going to fix you up first," the shorter dude says as the taller one puts you in the car.
"This is Sam, I'm Dean," he says as they pull away from the house.
"I don't care, just get me a burger and a drink." You say as you drift into sleep.
