Sam’s POV
The tall vampire pointed a familiar, silver gun at me.
I gasped, recognizing it immediately. “Where’d you get that?” I spluttered.
Ritchie shrugged, “It was easy. Nicked it from your brother’s car.”
“Really need a bit more security on that thing,” I muttered to myself.
Ritchie heard, and chuckled.
“Son of a Bitch!” I shouted. Ritchie slapped me hard across the face.
I struggled a bit more. And I felt a horrendous blast of pain shoot up my arm. I tried to shrug it off.
Come on Sam, I thought, You’ve taken worse. It’s not as if they’ve stabbed you. Or shot you. Or, I don’t know, possessed you. I shuddered at my own memory.
I had a sudden brain wave.
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Decapitation of... who?
FanfictionBook 1 of my supernatural series. When Sam and Dean travel to Forks to follow up a series of disappearances they find something that is not entirely what it seems. The Winchesters team up with the Cullens on what seems to be their most confusing cas...
