Your Destiny Awaits 2

Fresh Blood

The ringing phone broke the silence as we drove the Impala to our next stakeout. All three of us instinctively reached for our phones, by mine was on the floorboard of the passenger seat and I couldn't reach it. Dean flipped his open with an eye role, and quickly put it on speaker phone. "What do you want?"

"Hello, Dean?" The familiar voice of Bella blared put form the phone.

"Last time I checked." Dean gruffly replied.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Why do you care?"

"I just want to properly thank you for saving my life."

"Albany, and that's all you get," Dean declared before he hung up on her.

"Weird," I mumbled as I sat back in the backseat and I looked out the window.

I saw a dark figure walking behind a young man and following him into an alley. "Stop!" I yelled at Dean as I unbuckled my seat belt.

Dean hit the breaks, and I was out of the car and running before the Impala was even turned off.

"Where are you going?" Sam yelled out at me.

"SHHHHH!" I warned as I ran faster.

Sam quickly caught up to me and grabbed onto my shoulders to make me stop. "What are you doing? You can't just run out of the car like that!"

"Would you lower your voice, I saw the vamp and it was headed this way!" I warned him.

He and Dean quickly pulled out giant flashlights from the inside of their jackets and I took out the vile of dead man's blood that I had hidden in the inside pocket of y leather jacket. We quietly walked to the end of the alley, As we turned a corner, I spotted a giant pile on the ground and I quickly ran up to it.

The young man that I had seen minutes ago was gripping onto his neck in a pile of his own blood. He was trying to call out for help but he could only gasp for air as the hole in his throat bled. "Hey, don't worry, we're calling for help," Sam whispered as I pulled out my phone and started to dial 911.

"Where is she? Where did she go!?" Dean demanded.

An operator answered my call and I quickly told them where we were and that a young man was bleeding to death in the alleyway.

I hung up my phone as Dean ran further down the alley, and I quickly followed him, leaving Sam with the guy. We quickly came across a dead end and we looked around for the girl but couldn't find her.

I quickly handed Dean the vile of Dead Man's blood, and shrugged off my jacket before stealing Dean's machette and making a cut in my lower arm. The warmth of th blood mixed with the coolness of the blae and a shiver ran up my spine. "Smell that?" Dean yelled out, catching on to what I was doing. "Come and get it!"

A blonde chick appeared from around the corner and started to slowly make her way towards us. "That's right, come on," I urged her. "I smell good, don't I?"

She started to walk towards me faster, until she spotted the machette that was still in my hand. I quickly glanced at Dean before dropping my weapon, and she ran right at me.

I quickly grabbed her by the hair and I made sure to keep her fangs from making contact. I felt them scratch against my throat before she went limp and I saw the needle sticking out of her throat.

I heard the loud footsteps of Sam running towards us, and I rolled my eyes at Dean. "Took you long enough, I felt her fangs on my neck," I declared as Sam reached us and glared at both of us.

I dropped the girl on the ground. "It worked didn't it?" Dean asked.

I shrugged my jacket back on, and instantly remembered the blood as it smeared up my arm. I quickly took the jacket back off and Dean handed me a bandana to wrap around it to stop the bleeding. The three of us worked to get the blonde into the abandoned warehouse on the other side of the alley, and we waited for her to wake up.