Hi all... just a short chapter for your entertainment (hopefully). I'm sure you will figure out from what part of the episode it hails from. Thanks for reading. :)
Blood. An entire fridge full of the stuff. Within arm's reach. Open all hours. For them. Vamps. Huh, for me. My very own blood bank. It just sits there, waiting to be taken, waiting to be drunk. It is so very, very tempting. And what is that dude doing? Offering some to me? Yes, I want some. My body craves it. My body needs it.
But I say no, I tell him that I killed some people on my way over here. The idiot actually buys it. Well, he doesn't know me, he doesn't know that I get off on killing pieces of shit like him. That the only reason I am here is to kill the bastard that did this to me. And, while I'm at it, I figure I'll kill them all. He doesn't know that I am not a murderer. Well, I guess I am, but not of humans. I won't let it happen. I can't become the very thing that I hate. Not now. Not ever.
But, the sight of that blood. It is making it hard to think about anything other than letting it enter my mouth and slide down my throat, to quench the burning thirst within me. I swallow hard as this loser drinks it, savouring the feel of it as it enters his body. No. I do not want to become him.
I am Dean Winchester, I save people from monsters like this. I will not falter, I will not fail. I will do everything possible to become human again. Or die trying.
And I am going to enjoy the moment that I get to chop this asshole's head off.
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