"Carmen?" I hear a deep voice ask waking me from my slumber. I don't open my eyes quite yet. Who was talking to me? Last I knew I was saying goodnight to Leena and going to bed. Was there a man in my house?
My eyes shoot open and I spot two somewhat familiar faces. They were the agents I met earlier today. Why were they here? I wondered. Then the events of the night came flooding back to me. The first thing I thought was I killed someone. The second thing I thought was where is the body? And the third thing I thought I asked aloud, "So monsters are real?"
Agent Johnson coughed and nudged Agent DeYoung.
"Uh, yeah." Agent DeYoung says scratching the scruff on his face and then leaning back on the coffee table. I was currently positioned on my couch and the kitchen light was on illuminating the living room as well, although only dimly.
"Oh I thought you were going to say it was just some crazy guy who watched too much Dracula." I say my voice was a bit hoarse and it hurt quite a lot to talk. My hand went up to my jaw and then a bit lower where there was a bandage.
"Ha no. He was a real vampire." The Agent says and I scoff.
"Figured that out when he decided to use my neck as a chew toy." I say and I go to sit up but my head starts swimming and I stop myself halfway. Putting pressure on my shoulder which was aching quite badly.
"Don't sit up too fast, we aren't sure how much blood you lost." Agent Johnson says running a hand through his long hair. I swallow and sit up the rest of the way, even though the room was spinning I tried focusing on the two FBI Agents in my room. They didn't look like FBI Agents. Agent DeYoung was wearing a black T-shirt with a green jacket over top with worn out jeans and work boots while Agent Johnson was wearing a plaid shirt and less worn through jeans along with work boots.
"Am I a vampire?" I blurt out as the thought come to me. I sure don't feel like one.
"No you aren't, almost were, but we gave you an antidote to make sure that you wouldn't become one." A anti-vampire potion? What kind of FBI are these? How come the government never warned us of monsters? If Vampires were real what else was? Why hadn't I ever ran into one before now? All these thought started swimming through my head and I didn't know what to grab onto so I simply closed my eyes took a deep breathe and then re-opened my eyes.
"You aren't with the FBI are you?" I ask.
"No." Agent Johnson shook his head making his almost shoulder length hair shake as well.
"We are hunters. We hunt monsters." Agent DeYoung says.
"Monsters." I mutter. I had always believed in ghosts and demons and of course witches were real, because they created themselves but vampires? Who thought it would be a good idea to create those?
"It can be a bit hard to grasp." Agent Johnson said, but I realized that was probably not their real names.
"What are your real names?" I ask kind of bluntly, but I didn't want to know them by their false names anymore.
"I'm Dean Winchester, and that's Sam, my brother." Agent DeYoung said pointing to his longer haired brother.
"Winchester? I feel like I've heard that name before." I say raking my mind for why I knew that name but I couldn't find anything at the moment.
"Probably not." Dean grunts looking at the clock which read midnight.
"So is there just a dead vampire on my lawn?" I ask looking at the two.
"No we disposed of the body." Sam says and I nod sending short pains through my head, my body protesting the movement.
"Thank you guys for coming. I would probably be dead if you didn't answer." I say looking both of them in they eyes.
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A Dance With The Devil (Spn fanfic)
Fanfiction(SUPERNATURAL FANFIC) I never thought that I would spend my life after high school in the studio I had dreaded going to every week. And I was right. Matter of fact a pair of brothers saved me from it. The Winchesters.
