My wings

What does Mystic Falls have to offer?

Dean POV

The dark was lessening and I could hear the two men discussing to kill me, I pretending to be still asleep to hear their conversation more.

"I don't know, Klaus, we don't know if there is more of them," said one of them I couldn't make out which person it was.

"If we kill him it's one less of them."

"He might know things."

"I don't care."

"Just let me ask him some questions, then we can kill him, however you want."

"Fine."

I heard Damon walk into the room they locked me in, he paused and then swiftly lifted me and the chair upright.

"Wake up!" he shouted and I could tell he was right next to me. I slowly opened my eyes, acting as if I just woke up.

"What?" 

"Are you a hunter?" he asked, angrily. I looked up at him with defiance and he looked back at the door, where Klaus was standing. Klaus ran faster than humanly possible to me and his veins were black again.

"I don't care what you said Damon, I am going to kill him!" Klaus said as he looked over at Damon. His fangs were revealed and he bit my neck, sucking the blood out of my veins.I couldn't breathe, until I heard the doors slam open, Klaus let go of me. I could tell I was awefully bruised, bleeding and had many broken bones. The person who came in was a blonde haired girl, she had the black veins as well, vampire I guess.

"Klaus!" the girl said.

"Caroline, why do you got to ruin the fun!" he said to her as he smiled.

"Let me question the man, I actually have human qualities," she said as the boys looked at her then walked out, she then faced me completely serious, yet with sympathy.

"What did they do to you?" she asked me.

"Nothin' much," I said, even though that was the only thing I could make out.

"I'm sorry for their hostility," she said as she kneeled down to my eye level, "I can't let you loose, you would kill me."

"Mmmhhhmm..." I nodded and she looked disapointed.

"Tell me why your here?" she looked at me, straight in my eyes and something about the way she looked at me, the way her eyes moved made me want to do it, but I couldn't.

"No," I mumbled, because my lip was swollen together. She looked surprised, got up, and left me in the silence. I could manage to hear what she was saying to them fortunately.

"He couldn't be compelled," she said.

"How?" One of the men says.

"Vervain?" another says.

"I don't know, I'll at least ask for his name," she said. I saw her walk back into the room, with less sympathy. I was looking down at my feet when she stood right in front of me, blocking the light.

"Look at me!" she yelled at me and I slowly lifted my head, and I lifted my gase upward to her eyes. "What is your name?" she asked less nice than the previous question.

I hesitated then spoke, "Dean Winchester," I said as I lowered my gase again. I heard her gasp and then she ran out. Only to speak to one of the men, the other must not have been wanting to be social.

"His name is Dean..." she began before being interupted.

'Yeah I know that," the man said.

"Winchester, Damon!" she said, "that's his last name!"