The Supernatural Diaries {Book One}

Night of the Comet: Interview With A Vampire

Third Person POV

"Alright, fine. You wanna talk, talk!" Dean spat.

Damon tilted his head curiously at the Campbell descendant. "You don't know what happened last night, do you?" He realized. Dean gave him a confused look. "What are you talking about?" "Dean, last night you called me telling me you made a big mistake and when I found you..." Damon paused before he could finish the rest. "What?" Dean asked. Damon avoided Dean's gaze and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Damon, what happened when you found me?" Dean asked again.

No response.

"Damn it, tell me what's going on?"

The vampire let out an exasperated sigh, before saying, "You were covered in another person's blood when I found you." The moment Dean heard him say that his heart plummeted. "Wha-- What?" He stammered. "You... You mean I-- I killed... I killed someone?"

Damon didn't say a word, but he didn't have to. The look in his eyes told Dean everything he needed to know. Suddenly, memories from the previous nights flashed through his mind. Images of the college girl, Eris Rivera, running through the woods assaulted his brain and he clutched his head tightly. Her screams filled his ears like he was still living in that nightmare.

He tried to shake himself out of it and glowered at Damon. "Get the hell out of my head!" "I'm not in your head, Dean," Damon replied calmly. "It's impossible for me to influence the mind of a Campbell Hunter. Whatever you're seeing is entirely from your mind."

Just then, the memories came flooding back and he saw himself throwing the girl to the ground and beating her to a bloody pulp. Something else he noticed was that his eyes had a very distinct glow in the green of his eyes as by a fiery red surge of energy under his eyelids. He watched in horror as he took out a knife and sliced her across her arms, legs, and face. Then, he punctured two holes in her neck that looked eerily similar to bite marks.

That's when the scene changed again, but this one was more recent. Dean saw himself again murdering someone, a guy, and butchering them in the same way as the girl. The scene shifted to Damon finding Dean sitting on the ground in front of the body, covered in blood, and staring into space.

"Dean," Damon said, "what did you do?"

Dean blinked his eyes open and took in a sharp breath. "I did this."

Damon pursed his lips as he observed Dean slowly come to realize the horrible truth of what he did. This was not good at all.

"Why is this happening?" Dean gasped.

"I... don't know."

"Damon."

"Honestly, Dean, your guess is as good as mine," he conceded. "But if I had to take a gander, my money would be on the fact that you haven't completed the Transition."

Dean's eyes blew wide in fear. "Hey, don't look at me like that; it's just a guess, albeit a very plausible one," Damon reassured. "You should probably get out of here and find your friends, they've been looking for you all day."

"What about?" Dean began.

"Don't worry, I took care of it. You just get out of here and have fun, okay?" Damon offered up a slight smile. "You're about to cause trouble, aren't you?" Dean asked rhetorically.

"That is for me to know and you to dot, dot, dot."

"Well, whatever you do, can you please, for the love of God, compel Vicki to forget about vampires?" Dean asked. "And why should I do that?" Damon replied tilting his head slightly. "Because you and I both know that no matter what you do, Stefan's not gonna kill her to keep his secret," the Hunter asserted pointedly.

For a brief moment, Damon's mask slipped, and Dean saw the surprised glint in his eyes. He inwardly patted himself on the back for getting the vampire to lose his composure, however briefly it was. But that feeling of pride quickly faded as the screams of the two people he had killed echoed in his mind. Shaking himself out of it, Dean eyed the Salvatore vampire warily one last time before leaping from the roof and darting off to the square to find his friends.