~ Chapter 36 ~

Dean slowly opened his eyes and groaned at the throbbing pain in his head. The light from the fireplace didn't help any. He blinked a few times and slowly raised his head to look around. It didn't take long to realize that he was tied with rope to a chair, his arms bound behind him, and his leg were tied to the that of the chair.

"Just great," he muttered to himself.

He glanced around again. The room was huge, like that of a cottage for one person. The bed and living room were joined, with the fireplace glowing and warming the whole place. The floors and walls were made of wood from what Dean could tell. The rest of the furniture wasn't prize winning; just a couch, table, and a few other chairs. An old dull blue colored rug was in the middle of the room.

Dean turned his head to the left and found the kitchen. It didn't have anything on the walls or look like it had been touched in years. Next to it was a closed door, which he assumed was the bathroom since he heard the sound of water come from that way.

He pulled at his bindings and tried to think of a way to escape. The rope to strong and Dean still being sore from the fight earlier didn't help his cause any.

Suddenly the door opened and Meriska stepped into the room wearing a dark blue robe, with a big white bandage over her nose. Dean glared at her, which made her smile.

"Well hello Dean, how are you?" she said with stuffy voice.

Dean smirked. "Depends. How's your nose doing?"

Meriska laughed as she walked to him. "It's still broken."

"Well that makes me feel better."

"Oh Dean, don't be so boring. Besides, it's almost healed. Just a few more minutes and it will be."

"Good for you for having great healing abilities," he smarted off. "Grab yourself a beer and pork rinds and throw a party."

Meriska smiled slowly as she looked down at him. She raised her hand and slowly lowered it to his head. With a glare, he pulled away.

"Don't be scared, Dean-boy."

"I'm not scared. I just don't want any of your psychotic b!tchiness to rub off on me. Wouldn't be good for my rep, ya know what I mean?" he said with boredom.

She smirked and then pulled the bandage off, it falling to the floor. Her nose was still red and disfigured. But before Dean's own eyes, it moved. Slowly the nose grew to its normal size, the skin turning back to Meriska's soft color. There wasn't a single marking on her face; the nose was perfect once more. She threw a glance at Dean and smiled wickedly as she knelt before him.

"So you are a Vampire," Dean smirked, "Funny, I always thought they were supposed to be drop dead gorgeous."

Meriska smiled up at him, running her hand up his chest, "Most Blood-suckers don't like to be called Vampires, Dean."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because, a Vampire can be either male or female," Meriska grabbed him by the throat, leaned up and kissed him hard, before pulling back, "And Blood-suckers are very pretty girls. We can walk in the sunlight without growing weak. And we know how to show our victims to the press. Unlike our cousins."

Dean spitted on the floor, "To bad. Oh well, live and learn right. Or are you like Vampires in the sense of the walking dead?"

"Well, I'm not alive like you are," She whispered against his ear, "But I am very much not dead…"

"You know you suck at foreplay."

Meriska stepped back and slowly smiled, "That's the point."

Dean just stared at her.