It Runs Through Our Veins

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                "I won't kill you" He promises. The girl seemed frozen stiff against him. Her heartbeat was loud in her chest, penetrating his ears with a deafening boom. Her feet were frozen in one place, staying as stiff and sturdy as the barren oak tree he had her pinned to. Her chest heaved almost like she couldn't find enough oxygen in the world to fill her lungs. Everything about her personified fear, and he was used to it. He had learned over his thousands of years of being alive to read body language, especially that of his victims. Everything about her screamed fear, but her eyes did not. Her eyes gave off more of a steady fuck you than anything else. She stared directly into his eyes, knowing full and well what he was... what he is, and challenged everything he stood for. And that night, that is what won the girl her life.

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"I won't kill you" He promises. The girl seemed frozen stiff against him. Her heartbeat was loud in her chest, penetrating his ears with a deafening boom. Her feet were frozen in one place, staying as stiff and sturdy as the barren oak tree he had her pinned to. Her chest heaved almost like she couldn't find enough oxygen in the world to fill her lungs. Everything about her personified fear, and he was used to it. He had learned over his thousands of years of being alive to read body language, especially that of his victims. Everything about her screamed fear, but her eyes did not. Her eyes gave off more of a steady fuck you than anything else. She stared directly into his eyes, knowing full and well what he was... what he is, and challenged everything he stood for. And that night, that is what won the girl her life.

"You think I don't see you watching me, huh?" Her voice echoed through the woods, and Castiel froze in his tracks. A wind wisped through the trees, sending an array of orange and yellow flying in all directions, and one of the smaller leaves got caught in her dark curly hair. "Why don't you come out here where I can see you?"

Hesitantly, Castiel made his way from the cover of the trees, his feet trudging through the thick leaves and other foliage that had died and wilted away not too long ago, leaving the forest floor dusted in glimmering gold. The clearing she had stopped in seemed suspiciously calm and he felt himself getting more and more tense the closer he got to the small woman. She stood there in the most simplistic way. A smirk graced her face, and her arms were crossed over her chest casually, as if it completely normal to be approached by a vampire, especially in such a docile way.

He stood an arm's length away from her, and combed her over with his eyes. Her pale skin and dark eyes and hair seemed exaggerated in contrast with the colors of the surrounding woods. Her heartbeat sped up. He knew she was nervous, and yet she failed to prove so outwardly.

She put a hand out, and he observed that her right hand was covered in a black glove, yet her left was not. She was offering him her right hand. "I'm Megara." She introduced. Such a forward woman, he though.

"I.. uh." Castiel cleared his throat, putting his hand out to shake hers. He was as gentle as possible. "Castiel, I'm Castiel. It's a pleasure to finally properly meet you, Megara."

"Please, just call me Meg." She corrected him. He smiled lightly and nodded.

"Meg,"

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He hates Halloween. He hates the bratty kids running around and begging for candy. He hates the cheep flimsy costumes. He really hates the kids who go to their friends' basements to play with Ouija boards and perform séances. Castiel and his kind used to be feared. Not only that, but they had been respected. Now what was he, a costume? No. Castiel was powerful. He was an immortal, all-powerful being, not something to be made a costume of.