Killing Sam Winchester (Sam Winchester FANFIC)

Killing Sam Winchester (Sam Winchester FANFIC)

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I was asked to kill. This is my job. I kill people for a living. I see people's life run out of their eyes for millions of dollars. The very source of themselves dripping away into Hell. I enjoy the pay, yes. I have cash in the bank and food on the table and thats what counts. It's what I do. I kill. A little bit about me? I'm a Delora Nettles. I've been dead for seven years now. I was brutally murdered on a cold November night with nothing more than a knife and cold heart. No, I am not actually dead but rather faking my death. It's just easier for the job to be done without anybody scratching at my records. I have many names, Abigail, Chloe, Rene... You get the point. Nobody can really make sense of who I am anymore, heck along the journey I've been slowly losing myself to the demon inside. We all have that naughty creature crawling up and down our spines, I just can't shake it off. It seems that everytime somebody puts a blade in my hand, that very demon stirs. I now have a new assignement. Kill Sam Winchester.
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They call me Detective Michaels. The city's boogeyman with a badge. Every bastard dealing flesh or poison knows my name, and they damn well should - because when I come knocking, I don't leave survivors. But here's the thing nobody knows - I'm not human. Not anymore. And I sure as hell wasn't born Lucian Michaels. Once, I was Claire Newman. A girl who loved a woman the world said she couldn't have. Her name was Max Stillwater - smart mouth, wildfire eyes, and a laugh that made me believe I could be something more than broken. Until her father decided I didn't deserve to breathe the same air as her. He made sure I disappeared. And I did - piece by fucking piece. The day I killed Claire, I became Lucian. I built him out of pain, steel, and blood. Now I'm the nightmare the monsters fear... until she walked back into my world. Same eyes. Same scent. Same goddamn heartbeat. And the hunger that's been buried all these years? It woke the second she said my name. I told myself I'd stay away. That I'd keep her safe from what I've become. But the truth is-I'm starving for her. For the past. For the pulse. For the only thing that ever made me feel alive. I'll burn heaven, hell, and this city to the ground before I lose her again. Because sometimes love don't fade. It rots It bites And when it comes back-it comes back hungry.

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