Chapter 8

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Mabye it was the dress but all through the car ride I found it difficult to breathe.
My legs were itching but I couldn't risk my acrylics making holes in the tights, I needed to look at least a bit tidyed up.
My outfit looked a bit like this

I felt like a stripper, but then I realised I was pretending to be one

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I felt like a stripper, but then I realised I was pretending to be one.
The atmosphere on the way there made me uncomfortable, Sam wouldn't stop staring at me neither would Dean. My favourite saying of the night was - "My eyes are up here idjit."
Yes I am so much like my dad that I say idjit and balls. You can't blame a girl for being like her father can you?
Well about halfway through the job I was taken to a backroom to lay a vampire which I wasn't about to do as I had my machete in the folds of my dress.
We came up to the room and  I pulled my machete out from behind me when we were at breathing distance.
I was ambushed.
"Balls this was a trap."
I whistled the Secret whistle and then Sam and dean came but by the time they got in I was stuffed into the back of a Ford transit.
"Balls. Always my ass that needs saving."
I was screaminf trying to at least draw some attention to the van when I was knocked clean out. Just my luck.
I woke up strapped to a chair, at least it was velvet coated and not just pure metal like it usually was.
I scraggled about and was then stabbed in the abdomen I hummed in pain as my vision went blurry, my body wasn't in pain anymore, I was numb. My head was spinning and I wished Sam was there.
All of a sudden I heard multiple slices of knives and gunshots as my stomach bled rapidly, I was drifting further and further from consciousness. I saw Sam's long brown hair and tall figure  enter the room as I blacked out, b it the last thing I remember  is Sam holding my cheeks and pressing a cloth against my stomach he noticed that my whole dress was soaked in blood as a vampire snook up behind him and stabbed me in the heart.
The last thing I heard was Sam's cried of dispair.

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