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A WOMAN SCREAMED and everyone turned the attentions to the fallen corpse, the screams slowly rising up. People got away from the dead lord and stare at the horror. Sam got his way through people, under protests, and took a glance to what seemed a bloodbath. The old man was in a pool of his own blood, his eyes vaguely open. He had been shot on his head, and was above a symbol of a dark rose with white leafs. It didn't make an irony to Sam the symbol of Holy Mary, the purity and good, hidden on gold paitings.
A young lady turned back and other maidens got back at the indecent scene. Some ashamed they had to watch such a thing. The servants were moving around, confused an in a hurry as an old man told them to call the police. As the servants were gone, they were followed by many women who went to the bathroom. He was surprised, nothing was predicted. Everything seemed fine many hours ago. There was nothing he could do. Brady didn't see devastated, though. He seemed curious, the same way scientist feel about their guinea pigs.
He should have known when to step back, as Brady sent him away with gross modes. Like his father, he had a muscular body and the strength of a lion, riding even the most though ones. He had been analysing Lord William's corpse, an arrogant expression on his face, different from the way he treated his beloved father a while ago. Things happened suddenly. No one could transport the corpse into the salon. Sam looked at the big painting of the old man, but cursed himself as his neck hurted. He shook his head violently. He couldn't see without them and the painful time without them gave him headaches. As Mark screamed at the servants and left him alone, he looked behind.
A woman was standing near the secondary entrance to the saloon. Sam thought, and Dean had to agree late, she was beautiful. She had a small brown high ponytail. Her eyes, he noticed, were like big dark diamonds. Her lips were like big cherries, decorated by golden pearls in her small, perfect ears. She was wearing a red dress and was smiling.
She smiled.
He was pushed back by some rough hands. A young blue-eyed blond man in his thirties was facing him. He was wearing a suit and his body, even hidden by his clothes, still looked muscular. Just like his father, Brady was hated by everyone due to his sarcasm and arrogance. Only his girlfriend – Veronica – supported him. And it was known that she seduced him so, with the help of his father, who had a large politic influence, she could have help in her actress career. He yelled at him, telling him to leave. Sam remained still. He smiled and called the guards, that took him off the salon. He looked behind.
The woman wasn't there anymore.
Once he was out the salon, the doors were closed behind him. He walked away, as he murmured darkly under his breath. He wouldn't give up, he was close. He closed himself in his room. He would talk with Dean in the morning. He surely would help.
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First Supernatural fanfic ever, please review so I can know about your opinion ^^ I am about to upload a chapter per week however I will only do that if someone credits me =/ so be nice and review :)