*VIVIAN POV*
"We stopped lookin for monsters under our beds when we realized they were in our minds" Thats what my momma used to tell me. I don't remember my momma much, she was murded when I was seven. I remember her being a sweet lady though, She treated me well. I miss her and my daddy all the time. I was always different. I was a blonde born into a brown haired family. My momma named me Vivian, she loveed the name I don't know why.
"w-what did I do" I asked above a whisper. My hands shook like crazy and my voice did the same. The door busted open and the police looked at me. My hands shaking and covered in blood, My clothes ripped and bloddy, My face scratched and bruised, My face tearstained. "H-h-help me, Help me, you can't just leave me here. PLEASE" I said and stood up my dress swung and my hands shook even worse. "PLEASE, YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE" I screamed and they took me to the back of the ambulance away from my family. The last thing I seen was my parents bodys and a pool of blood surrounding them. I was kicking and screaming and throwing a fit. "It's my fault, it's all my fault" I whispered as they drove me away.
I jumped up out of my bed and faught back a scream. I looked around the hotel room and reached in my coat pocket pulling out my pack of cigarets. I fixed my bun a bit and walked out the door grabbing the key. I put my bright blue beats on my head and synched them to my phone playing my music. I placed a cig in my mouth but didn't lite it yet. I stood against the railing and looked out at the woods and city around. I just looked at the surround area. I looked down at my Yamaha banshee and smiled. I lit the cig and took a puff looking around not seeing anyone in any of the rooms. I was humming the song and leaning against the railing. I stuck the pack in my pink and black pajama pants pocket. I walked back to my hotel room and grabbed my bike keys and jacket. I bounced down the stairs and hopped on my bike. I sped down the rode to the old trails and went to slinging mud behind me as I rode out to the old shack. "Ahh Vivian, long time no see" the old man said and shook my hand. "Any more haunted places round" I asked and he shook hid head yes. He gave me the adress andsent me off. I went riding around for a couple of hourse before coming back to the hotel.
*Sam POV*
I was looking through the window when I seen a girl walk up the stairs and stand against the railing. She took out a phone and called someone. "Hey dean, come look at this girl" I said but he just layed on the bed watching what ever."Sam I don't care about some girl you won't even see again" he said and the girl leaned against the railing and seen me and smiled. "Go, talk to her" dean said and I grabbed the key to the room. The girl was still talking on the phone and didn't notice me at first. "Beautiful out here isn't it" I asked after she hung up. "Yeah it is, But the best place to be here is the bar" she said and looked across the street. "Well, is this a way of asking me to a drink" I asked and she laughed and shook her head. "well when you put it like that" she smiled and nodded. "sure, let me get out of these pajamas and into something more, proper" she said and walked to her room. I smiled to myself and bit my lip when she walked out in jeans and boots. "Sorry, I didn't feel like changing my top" she said and smiled pushing a peice of bright blonde hair behind her ear. "It's alright" I said and we walked across the street. "BERTAAAYYY" she called and the bartender smiled and welcomed her with a hug. "It's been years since I seen you" he said and she smiled. "Mind hitting me up on a bloddy mary" she said and he smirked "make it two" I said and we walked back to the bar and I handed him the money. "Oh god, no don't pay for mine" she said but I handing him the money for our drinks. "My pleasure" I said and handed her her drink. "I didn't catch you're name" I said and she laughed. "I never told you" she said and took a sip. "It's Vivian, but you can call me Viv" she smiled and took another drink. "I'm Sam" I said and Viv smirked and nodded. "Well Sam, I think we're going to get along just fine"
"SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS" we yelled and hit the shot glasses against the bar shooting 'em back. "WHOOOOOOOOOOOO" she cheered and shook her head. ""Berty hit me up with a bud light" Viv said and took a sip. "you're really wild aren't you" I asked and she smirked "You bet" she said and took another sip of her drink. I placed a hand on hers and she looked strait at me her blue eyes lit up. She smirked and drug me across the street to her room. I pinned her up against the wall kissing her neck while she unlocked the door. She kicked the door shut with her foot and we fell on the bed. She sat ontop of me and kissed me kind of soft but rough at the samae time. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my body. I held her close to me while we made out. My phone rang and I grabbed it while she kissed my neck. "Sam where are you" dean asked and I groaned "I'm kind of busy" I said and Vivian stopped and mouthed 'who is it'. "Sam, I need you here" He said and I hered a crash. "Shit, I'll be right there" I said and hung up. "Sam, everything ok" Viv asked and I shook my head. "My brother needs me" I said and she nodded and slid of my lap and handed me my shirt but pulled it back "Unless, you don't want this" she said and laughed handing it to me and pulling a shirt over her tank top. "Till, next time sam" she said and smiled when I left and shut the door
I helped dean and we got back to the hotel and he was a smiling idiot. "Whats up with you" I asked and he smirked. "My old friend Vivian used to live here, wonder if she still does" He said and a lump formed in my throught. "Man she was the hottest chick ever I mean the whole deal" he went on and I texted viv
S-Today never happened, my brother had a thing for you a while back and he would littarly kill me
V-I can do that. Sorry
S-Don't be
I hope he doesn't fine out
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beauty in the beast
FanfictionVivian Jenna Daniels was a poor child growing up in an orphanage after her parents murder. She was along half the time. No one cared for Vivian until she fixed a car, not just any car but a '67 Chevy Impala. The girl and the owner became best friend...