A/N: Okay, I love this chapter. I am happy with this chapter. Sorry. It's just I've been in this mode lately that I need to feel happy about something. I mean I have a project coming up for my World Civ class and I am not happy about it. So this is the happy I need. :) Hope you enjoy!
It was strange being silent between the three of us. Sure, I was new to the whole traveling and hunting—again—but with Sam and Dean, it wasn't just the 'you're a vampire' silence anymore. Not even music was playing, so what I had said to Dean must've really done something, I mean he wasn't even thinking.
"Well this is boring. Got a hunt on a separate window on that thing Sam?" Dean asked suddenly, hinting towards the laptop in Sam's lap.
"Actually, yeah. There are a few deaths, pretty gruesome if you ask me, where girls are being tied up, tortured and even raped," Sam explained.
"Ugh," I groaned in distaste. My eyes shot to the rearview mirror finding Dean staring at me with raised brows.
"Surprising reaction," Dean commented.
"Hey, may still be a bloodsucker, but I still have many human thoughts and feelings."
"How so?" I scoffed at the dirty grin spreading across his face and I smacked him upside the head as he chuckled.
"Anyways, Dean, these girls were then found dumped at the doorsteps of their loved ones," Sam continued.
"And how is this supernatural at all? Sounds more like some sick, twisted fuck that got his freak on. Literally."
There was a pause as Sam inhaled letting it out in a huge sigh saying that he wasn't quite finished yet.
"Well, here is the unusual part…" Sam began. Yep, I predicted it.
"The killer was seen every time the girls were taken. Each time, same guy, and Dean, that guy is dead. The police reports say the guy died sometime in the 1800's and I double-checked to make sure," he finished.
Okay, that is just a whole new level of nasty and completely wrong.
'Welcome to our life,' Dean thought.
"What morgue are we going to?" I asked, interrupting the hunter discussion that the brothers were dialed into.
It had almost appeared like they didn't even know I was there, however with Dean actually thinking to me in his head confirmed they did still know.
"You honestly think that you're going to come with on the hunt?" Dean asked.
"Why not? I'm a hunter still, I might be a little rusty with the ghosts, monsters and demons, but I can manage fine," I stated.
"Oh Haley, it's not that I am worried about, no, I believe you can help, but see the problem is with you being a girl. Sweetheart you'll be a target. A ghost isn't something you can grab and stop with your hands."
Was he seriously doing this again? Whatever happened to the moment back at the diner? The, 'do not call me Haley, my name isn't Haley' thing…there must be some titanium shield built within that skull or something. Maybe he needs his ears cleaned.
"Could be a case of necromancy, you never know."
"Body would be nothing but bones by now don't you think?" Dean paused, pointing out the obvious. "Corporeal is the best guess."
I crossed my arms and sat back with a huff. He was right; it'd make more sense for a corporeal spirit than a walking zombie. Something inside my gut told me this hunt was going to go south though, like there was a very major detail missing from my knowledge. I need to see those bodies.
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I was not really dressed correctly to be posing as anything at a morgue, thanks to my outfit, so the boys suggested I sneak in somehow. It wouldn't be problem, but it'd also just be easier to show a fake badge and ID, at least if I were caught I'd have some story to back me up. Once I was in, which by the way was not pleasant. Personally, I'd like to speak for all women in America and other countries that hiking up a building wearing what couldn't be considered clothing in any form, frustrating. Enhanced speed doesn't do a damn thing to help in my case.
The sound of voices coming from the hallway snapped me back from my inner rambling, I instantly knew who it was. Turns out it doesn't take long to charm the secretary at the desk to see a few defiled corpses. When Sam and Dean entered alone I sighed in relief, there was no way we needed the drama if there had been a tag-along.
"Get her number that fast too brushy top?" I asked over my shoulder as I opened one of the metal tombs, pulling out the occupied tray.
"You know it Haley," Dean replied with a grin and a wink, tossing back the sheet and then tensing at the sight before him.
"Yeesh. That guy really is sick and twisted," Sam commented, taking latex gloves from a compartment nearby in the room and snapping them on.
"Virgin," I mumbled under my breath blankly.
This girl had not given herself by choice, and the smell of tainted purity was heavy upon her skin. It was emitting from her to me strongly to the point it was overpowering. I couldn't take it anymore so I turned and walked from the room, down the hall and into a containment area with a huge fridge. Surprising to me was that I didn't get caught or seen, but I needed to be away from that body, I needed to feed.
Rushing to the handle on the fridge, I greedily yanked it open and grabbed multiple blood bags. Morgues held some differences apart from hospitals, but they still held blood, even if it wasn't always from a dead person. Thanks to my bag hanging off my shoulder—I knew I'd need it some point in here—I stuffed it with supplies until I had enough. In a few days someone would notice the missing bags, but until then, I hoped we were far away from this place when that happened.
"Stocking up?" a voice asked, making me immediately change my appearance to calm and collected.
It was no point in acting as if you just committed a crime when caught in an act, no matter who it was that had entered.
"Yeah. Need all the help I can get. I know hunting in the woods all the time will be difficult and not an option. I'll take the blood bags any day thank you very much," I said, shutting the fridge and pivoting around to run into Dean.
"You don't feed off humans directly, however you prefer taken blood in bags over anything else. Interesting," Dean said, staring down into my eyes.
"Well human blood in any form holds more than animal," I stuttered, quickly regaining composure when the sound of me doing so hit my attention. "I get more strength with it."
Brushing past him roughly I waited till I got to the door before glancing at him from underneath my lashes.
"Plus, it tastes better," I added.
Dean followed shortly after in an instant, not wanting to be there alone.
"Sharae…" he began, causing me to stop.
"Yeah?" I asked, facing him, noticing that he used my real name this time. Does that make it the second time he's got it right?
"Sorry about the clothes. When we are done with the job, we'll head to a department store," he finished.
I nodded my head, hearing that he was trying to be nice; I mean he was making an effort, but I also knew that what he had said wasn't what he truly wanted to say.
"Time to go, got the copied files that we asked for from the secretary, so let's get some grub and then go back to the motel to begin researching. Knowing Dean we'll need the food," Sam said coming down the hall to meet us.
"Okie dokie," I paused, "Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I'll take a run back." That seemed to get their attention.
"Why?" they asked in unison. I grinned; showing a few fangs and making my eyes flash their predator color.
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The wind felt good as I ran to the motel we checked into just after we drove into town. Speed, the rush, the energy…it all flowed through my being. This was really the only time nowadays when I felt truly alive. I had to figure out a way to manage my run with the bag, one shoulder ones were never handy much, but in the end I transformed it into a makeshift backpack, which was helpful.
Smells of pine, fresh cut grass, soft and clean earth around me filled my senses; a smile crept onto my face from the scents. Before I knew it I was at the door, my breathing erratic and I loved the many endorphins that were released and were now coursing in my body. I shook my head, growling with a wince at the hunger nagging at me. Good thing I brought back the food I need.
Turning the knob and stepping inside, I found the boys not there; at least they wouldn't have to see me feed. I wouldn't want them to lose their appetites. When the door shut, I immediately went over to the fridge, unloading bag after bag, making sure to leave two out to chow down on. Walking to the couch when I was done, I wiggled into the cushions to get comfy before my teeth emerged, pointed, deadly and eager as they sunk into the plastic.
I moaned in pleasure of the salty, telling taste and texture of the thick blood. Has it really been that long that I've fed? Let's see, I haven't fed since the day we left my town I lived in, and since I was saved by Sam and Dean…yes, that is about a week, around the time that I need to feed. I can only hold out so long after a week without, before I become ravenous. Suddenly, the engine of the Impala came to my ears and I quickly discarded the now empty bag. The hunt began for a Styrofoam cup and when I found one in one of the cabinets, I tore the second bag open, pouring the liquid into the container and throwing away the plastic in the trash.
As long as they didn't see inside the cup, I think their stomachs will be fine.
"Sharae, we're back and with pizza and beer," Dean called into the motel room.
"You can guess whose choice lunch was can't you?" Sam asked sarcastically, as they rounded the corner into the kitchen where I was.
"Come on Sam, pizza rocks. Can't always have the healthy choice now can we?" I said.
"We haven't even known you that long and I already swear that you are a clone of Dean," Sam commented, shaking his head and setting the boxes down.
"Hey Sharae, what are you drinking?" Dean asked.
"Oh this?" I asked, bringing up my cup a bit to hint at it.
"Yeah, that," Dean chuckled, stepping closer to me. I took a step back instinctively.
"I don't think you wanna know Dean."
"Why not?"
"I'm eating," I said in a monotone voice.
His face contorted like a baby's would when they ate something bad and I couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
"That's gross."
"Hey, you asked," I pointed out, sipping delicately from the cup with my eyes on their staring and disgusted faces, "Mmmm tastes good and rich."
"I think I'm going to hurl," Sam said.
"I've suddenly shunned the idea of pizza," Dean said, pushing aside the box and reaching for a beer, exiting into the living room with Sam close behind.
"That's what you get for living with a vampire," I muttered with a smile.
Author End Note: Thanks for reading and please review. By the way, Sharae…you are an awesome friend and you rock.