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"Pearl was right," Sam whispered to her quietly, careful not to draw attention to their position in the alleyway, watching a small crowd of vampires. "It looks like they have a whole nest in there. But we can't be sure until, well, until they attack somebody." It was nightfall, and Lucy was less than content with her current position behind a dumpster. The night before had been warm and cozy and wonderful for her. It was a far cry from anything majorly epic, but it was a stepping stone for them. She relished the memory of lying close to his warm body. She would have rather been there instead of where she was, but she knew she couldn't have everything. If you did, then you had probably sold your soul.
"Do they look like they're prowling to you? Because I think we could probably speed up the attack process, if you get what I mean."
"You want to be bait?" Sam was awestruck. Not that that plan was new to him, but that Lucy had never been the type to walk right into the path of danger.
"No offense, but I think they'll be more likely to come for me than you. And I'm less likely to die than any of the other poor girls in there," she gestured to the small club they were behind. "I can take care of myself." Sam pondered that. He had just gotten her back, and he could lose her in a second. But, eventually, he gave in to Lucy's persuasive gaze.
"Alright," he finally said, handing her a knife from his duffel bag that she slid into her inside jacket pocket. "But I need eyes on you the whole time. Absolutely no going solo." She frowned at him.
"Sam, am I really the type to leave you hanging on this to do it myself? I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I took on a vampire alone."
"Yeah," he agreed, but he still hung his head in thought. "Okay, I guess now's as good as ever. You go in the front; I'll go in this door. They can't see us together. Be sure you have eyes on me the whole time. If you can't see me, I can't see you." None of that was new to Lucy. She rolled her eyes and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"You're more worried about this than I am," she laughed. She was worried, in truth, but she thought that Sam wouldn't let her go in if she was too afraid. "Now, which one do I go after? How do I know who's a vamp?"
"Look for one of the guys that came out of there," he pointed to where they thought the nest was located, across the alley from the club. "They'd probably look like they just woke up, too. It is only just after dark."
"I can do that," she said more to herself than to Sam, to boost her courage. "How do I look? If you were a vampire, would you want to snack on me?" He looked down on her. She was casual, in ripped jeans, black shoes, a gray tank top and a green button-up shirt. Sam just smiled smugly as he gave her the up-down. "You're right," she stated, although he'd never uttered a word. "Not slutty enough." She pulled her tank top down enough to see the edge of her bra, and then adjusted her breasts so that they were nearly falling out. "Want to snack on me now?" Sam remained in his smug expression, enjoying watching her fuss about. "I thought so. Keep your eyes open. I'm going in." Sam nodded and Lucy made her way to the entrance.
There was no line, nor were there many people within the building, but it was barely 9, and the night was still beginning. She was trucker chic, quite honestly, but she hoped it'd be enough to get a thirsty vampire's attention. She hadn't planned on going undercover, but she hoped it'd work all the same. There was no bouncer at the door. It was a come-and-go-as-you-please kind of place. She might have enjoyed it if she wasn't hunting. Lucy scanned the room for anyone she'd seen evacuating the nest. It was a tedious task, and it failed her almost automatically. She did not have the honed recognition skills of the Winchesters, and she feared that she would have to resort to her only hand up on them; her powers. She stretched her conscientiousness through the room, reaching everyone's minds and getting a sense of who they were. There was a banker, a depressed animal rights activist, several vapid college students (the group among which she hoped she identified closely enough to snag a vampire), and a lonely high school administrator. There were also several poets sharing works, but that was in the VIP room.
There were two minds she couldn't break into. She felt only their essence, and it was exceptionally absent. Cold and empty. She'd found her targets. One was a youthful and handsome guy, a few years older than her. The other was the bartender, a middle aged man that looked resentful of the world. Lucy decided to go with the youth. She pulled her shirt open a bit more to reveal optimal cleavage, and sat on the stool beside him, quickly before giving Sam a reassuring nod.
"What 'cha drinking?" He turned on her, eyes lit with a peculiar kind of danger. It was both intriguing and terrifying.
"Gin, no rocks," he smiled strangely. "What'll you have?"
"Oh, whatever you get me."
"Bartender, I'll have another gin for the lady," he was clearly pretending not to know him, but his face told otherwise. They were familiar with each other.
"Right away," he concurred.
"So what brings you here? I come here often, and I haven't seen you around."
"It is my first time here, but I heard in good faith that this place was optimal for finding… nightly companions." His look changed from curious to determined, and Lucy's creeped-out feeling increased about a million. But, she'd signed herself up for it.
"And I have a feeling your friend was right." The smile he gave her was nothing but predatory, and in that moment, she had no doubts about his vampirism.
"So what do you say we skip the drinks and go straight to the companionship?"
"I say that sounds fantastic," his gaze lingered on her neck a moment too long. Of course, it could have been her overexposed chest, but it was her neck that got the shivers. "I have this place nearby. We could go back there, and just see where things lead to…" His head swung up and nearly hit Lucy in the face, but she shook it off and regained herself, applying her years worth of on the spot lying and natural acting skills in that very moment to fool the vampire. Thinking that an abrupt moment of affection could seal her fate, she flung her arms around his head and thrusted her body upon his, taking a seat on his lap. Giving his brow a quick kiss, she whispered in his ear.
"What are you waiting for?" His chuckle was almost giddy as he whisked her off of himself and led her to the doorway. His arm was stationed around her shoulders and it wasn't until he got into the back alley that he got grabby.
"Okay, you really need to cut it out," Lucy scolded him when his touching went too far.
"What the hell is up with you? Inside you were all over me, and now it's like you can't stand me!" Why hasn't he attacked me yet? Lucy wondered to herself. Shouldn't he have attacked me by now?
"No, no, no, I'm still into you," she pushed him against the wall and entwined their legs playfully. "It's just all this fresh air is messing with my mojo. Don't worry, I can still dig it."
"I guess it doesn't matter if you do or don't," a voice said from behind her. She turned to face the bartender, who abruptly shoved her against the wall. "You won't live long enough to care."
"Greg? What the hell, man! What are you doing to my score?"
"Jay, you do a great job with luring, but you need to learn to share." Greg vamped out and turned to Lucy, who was plotting her escape. "And you, you really wanted it, didn't you? God, I could smell the desperate college kid wafting off of you." Lucy smiled and pulled out the knife Sam had given her.
"I am desperate, and I am a college kid, but you need to have a screening process or something to make sure that the prey you find won't fight back." Greg grimaced and Jay just looked clueless.
"Oh, joy. It looks like you snagged a hunter, Jay. I guess we'll just have to take our time on this one. Make it nice and enjoyable."
"Aha," Lucy exclaimed. "Mistake number two," she tapped the knife on his cheek menacingly. "I'm not a hunter. I'm a hunter's girlfriend. And I also happen to be half demon. Ever heard of a nice guy named Azazel?" The vampires exchanged glances, concerned. They were not very close with the ring of Hell, but they knew the few names of the major players, like Crowley. Azazel was on the list of common knowledge. "He had many names. You called him Azazel, the Winchesters called him Yellow Eyes, but I called him dad." Where is Sam? Lucy was just stalling until Sam showed up to kill the things, because she could not take those guys down with the knife Sam had given her. It was then that a thought occurred to her. She placed a wary hand on both Jay and Greg, and by the time Sam came around, they had all but tied themselves up and were waiting patiently for their deaths.
"What took you so long?" Lucy asked when she saw him coming around.
"I got held up by a small group of them out front, trying to take some other poor girl. I hurried to come and help you, but it looks like you've gotten it all taken care of yourself. What it up with them?" They were leaned against the bricks, sitting Indian-style, with their hands folded neatly and a clueless expression on their faces.
"I used my persuasion to get them to cooperate until you showed up with the big guns." Sam shifted on his feet, unsure of what to say. "If it makes it easier for you to kill them this way, they're fighting tooth and nail on the inside." Sam shrugged and picked up his already blood stained machete.
"Eh, I was going to kill them either way." With one swift motion, their heads were lying beside their bodies. Sam bent down to open Greg's mouth and pushed his gum back so his teeth retracted. They were slim, shiny and terrifying. With a small set of pliers, he gripped a front tooth and ripped it from his head. The sucking noise it made as it came out was damn near unbearable, but Lucy put it aside and congratulated them both on a job well done getting the first ingredient.
They decided to get a good night's sleep before heading to their next destination, Yellow Springs, Ohio. Pearl had called with the information that a Djinni was taking victims in that small town, so they would go there before finding the Wendigo.
"Be careful, you two. These are dangerous tasks," Pearl warned them before bidding them goodnight. Sam and Lucy had a less than peaceful night's rest, and they only found comfort in each other's arms.
