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*time skip

*Sam's POV

Dean and I walked up to the door of the neighbors house. I knocked, and soon a girl came to the door. She was average height, long hair; obviously dyed, you could tell due to the fact of the unnatural color, brown eyes, and slightly pale skin.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asked.

"Yes I'm agent Rosewood, this is my partner agent Kane. We're with the FBI, and we wanted to talk to you about your neighbors." I said.

"Oh... of course. Um, come in." She said, stumbling on her words.

We walked into the house and I instantly became cold. It was freezing in there, I held my coat closer to my body and rubbed by arms. Dean did the same, but the girl didn't. She didn't seem fazed by the cold temperature, in fact, she was only wearing a tank top and a pair of ripped skinny jeans.

Dean gave me a confused look, and I shrugged.

"Guys there are some... agents, here to talk to us about the neighbors." She said, as we walked into a large living room.

We were met with four other kids, boys, in their teens maybe twenties.

One of them came over to us, he had curly hair, and shook our hands. Cold skin.

"Hi I'm Ashton. These are my friends Michael, Luke, and Calum." He said motioning towards a kid with red hair, a kid with a lip ring, and another kid with tattoos and dark hair.

"And you've already met Nicole. Why don't you have a seat?" He offered.

"Thanks." Dean said, sitting down on a couch across from the teens. I sat down next to him and began to ask my questions.

"So how well did you know your neighbors?" I asked right off the bat.

"Not very well at all. We usually keep to ourselves." Nicole said, nodding her head once she finished her sentence.

"Uh-huh. So you don't know if or why someone would want to kill them."

"No." Nicole responded.

"So how did five teens manage to afford a mansion? If you don't mind me asking, 'cause I may need to quit my day job." Dean said, a laugh escaping his lips.

The red headed one, Michael, nudged the tattooed one with his elbow.

"Uhh. It's been in my family for a while, the five of us just decided to move up here after some... issues arose." The tattooed one explained, looking at Nicole while saying the last part.

*Luke's POV

I nervously chewed on my lip ring. Of course a couple of humans, hunters no less, had to come over just as I was about to leave to go feed. I can practically hear their heartbeats. I felt my eyes flash their unnatural blue, but I quickly closed shut my eye lids. I quietly sucked in a deep breath and reopened my eyes.

Nicole leaned in towards me, and rested her hand on my knee. "Are you ok?" She whispered.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I grumbled.

I'm so not fine.

I looked over to the two guys sitting across from us and I let out a low growl. Nicole's grip on my knee tightened, and I took another deep breath. 

"You're hungry aren't you?" She whispered again. I replied with a slow nod.

"I'm thirsty, anyone else?" Nicole asked aloud.

"No thanks." Everyone, except the short haired agent, said.

"You got a beer?" The short haired agent asked.

"I'm not sure, Luke come help me look." Nicole said getting up. She took my hand and pulled me into the kitchen as the guys kept talking.

*Nicole's POV

I took Luke into the kitchen with me. I ran over to the fridge and pulled out a blood bag. I handed it to him, and watched as he fed from it.

"Sorry agent Kane, it looks like we're out!" I shouted so he could hear me, but not taking my eyes off Luke.

What kind of FBI agents drinks on the job anyway? FBI my ass.

"That's okay." He yelled back.

"Well I think we should be going. Thanks for answering our questions." I heard agent Rosewood say.

"No problem." Ashton said. I heard footsteps and then the door closed. I sighed in relief. The boys soon sped into the room, and Luke finished off the bag.

"That was close." I sighed.

*time skip

*Dean's POV

We pulled up to the crapy motel, and went in. I took my coat off, and threw myself on my bed.

"Dude, something was up with those teens." I said, my face squished into the pillow.

"Yeah, I know." Sam agreed, pulling his tie off.

"I think they're vampires. You know, with the cold skin, freezing cold house, and did you see the punk with the lip ring? His eyes started glowing and he growled. Dude he growled." I said, sitting up. Letting my legs hang off the side of the bed, I began to unlace my shoes.

"Yeah, and vampires have powers right? One or all of them could have killed their neighbors. Plus the dark one said that they moved up here after having some issues, he could have been talking about the other family. These guys could have killed them." Sam concluded.

"Even if they didn't, they're vamps. It's their instinct to kill. So we better get them before they get someone else." I said

"Go back tonight then?" Sam asked

"Tonight." I confirmed. With that I laid back down and rested my head against my hands.

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