you wouldn't like me when i'm hungry.
hey, you don't know that! for all we know, fangs might turn me on.
in which a dhampir by the name of frances cohen saves dean winchester from a vampire, and soon finds herself being a part of the family busine...
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𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌
When Dean and I arrive to the warehouse, a black SUV is parked in front of it. I immediately motion for him to crouch, and he follows my lead, kneeling behind one of the large tires.
I hold my breath when the metal-grate door bangs open, and I watch as two scrawny vampires exit the building, one of them heading towards the back of the vehicle. I lunge forward, catching onto the rope that is attached to the door. As the door starts to swing shut, I grab hold of it and slips inside, Dean following close behind.
We start to sneak down the hallway of the run-down warehouse, when our way is suddenly blocked by a dark-haired vampire.
"Damn it," I groaned.
""S'up?"
His voice allows me to recognize him as Robert, a vampire who was known among my kind for seducing young girls and turning them. I didn't like him all that much; he was very cocky.
Dean tries to play it cool. "Hey, we're—"
I cut him off, crossing my arms over my chest. "Robert."
"Well, well, if it isn't Frances Cohen," he gives me a coy smile, his fangs barely peeking through his gums. "My, my, my, what a pleasure to see you. You never called me back."
"Bad connection," I said, giving him a sarcastic smile. "Still best friends with your right hand?"
Robert chuckles. "And you're still feisty, huh?" He glances at Dean. "You're the guy Boris turned outside the bar, right? Said to look out for you."
"Yeah."
Robert smiles. "Well...glad you made it, man!" He raises his fist to bump knuckles with Dean, and after a moment, he complies. He tries to do the same for me but I simply stare at him, my eyes cold. He lowers his hand and looks away, unnerved. "Follow me."
He leads us down the narrow hallway. The air smells of dry blood and corroded metal.
Dean glances over at me, a disgusted look on his face. "That guy? Really?"
"Hey, don't blame me," I whispered. "Being alone for over a century gets lonely."
"So you must be starving." Robert walks up to a large fridge full of blood bags. He slides the glass door open and selects a bag. I can tell that Dean is unhappy with this new temptation. "Here ya go."
