AN: So I didn't get any reviews last chapter, so I don't know if anyone is actually reading this or likes this, but I though I'd post the next chapter anyways.
Obviously I don't own supernatural or Sam and Dean but Nicole is my creation :]
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Nicole was slowly waking up from what had to be the worst night sleep she had ever gotten. She's had horrible dreams all night, which she guessed were from her exam nerves and her whole body ached all over. Peeling her eyes open, she immediately snapped them closed again. The light in the room was blinding to her and she tried to throw a hand up over her eyes, but found he couldn't move her right hand.
Nicole froze, all of her senses kicking into over drive. She could hear what sounded like breathing in the room, and the interstate roaring close by. She also smelled the metallic tang of blood, which was clearly recognizable to her from her med school classes. Adrenalin rushed into her system and she forced her eyes open, no matter how much the light hurt. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes, and took in the bed, and her sports bra and running shorts still on her body, and finally her hand, cuffed to the headboard.
Shaking her head to try and clear it from all the noise and lights bombarding her senses, Nicole finally noticed the two men standing at the foot of her bed with wide eyes. Scooting back up with bed, she fumbled with the side pocket on her running shorts and pulled out the small switch blade she always carried when running alone.
Still blinking hard, she flipped the knife open and pointed it at the men. "Don't you fucking come near me!" she said, even while thinking it was probably a little too late for that considering they had handcuffed her to a bed while she was asleep. They put their hands up in a calming gesture and the taller one looked at his partner and grimaced.
"You couldn't have checked her for weapons while you were cleaning her up, Dean?" he asked.
The shorter man looked taken aback, "Excuse me, how was I supposed to know what the chick wearing basically no clothes would have a concealed switch blade?" Turning towards Nicole, he took a small step towards her, "Just calm down. We're not going to hurt you."
She snorted, "Oh yeah, than why am I handcuffed to a bed?"
The man grinned sheepishly at her, "Would you believe it's for our safety?"
She stared stonily at them, "is that why you drugged me too? I can't even look at the lights without my head killing me. What the fuck did you give me?" he hand on the knife was beginning to shake at her fear climbed with each passing second.
"We didn't drug you," the other man said, "what do you remember about before you passed out?"
Nicole thought back through her night. She had gone running and had been on her way back home, she was sure of that much. "I was running back to my apartment and… someone grabbed me?" she said, unsure. She remembered a searing hot pain in her neck and choking on blood and her hand shot to her neck where she felt a bandage.
"You bandaged me?" she asked and the men nodded. "Who attacked me? Why aren't the police here?"
"This isn't exactly a situation for the police," the shorter man told her, "now can you please put down the knife?"
"Not until you give me some good answers," Nicole spat back. There was a buzzing in her ear that was driving her crazy. She couldn't gather her thoughts with the incessant noise. Eyes darting around the room, she finally realized that the buzzing was coming from the flickering lights above the sink on the other side of the crappy hotel room.
"Why can I hear the lights flickering? And the clock ticking? What the hell is happening to my brain?" Thinking back through her classes, Nicole couldn't remember any mention of a drug that would heighten a persons' senses and she was beginning to panic.
The taller man sighed and sat down on the edge of the second bed. "This is going to sound a little crazy to you, but the man who attacked you was a vampire. That's why he bit you and was able the throw us around so easily. We cut off his head with a machete, so he's gone now, but I'm sorry. We were too late to stop him from turning you. That's why you can hear everything and the light probably hurts your eyes and that's why we had to hand cuff you."
Looking back and forth between the two of them, Nicole whispered, "You're crazy," even as memories of a man with a mouth full of long pointed teeth biting into her neck flashed through her mind. Her free hand flew to her neck. "But… I… Vampires aren't real!" she pleaded desperately.
"Sorry to tell you this, but there are a lot of things in this world that most people don't think are real."
Nicole's heart was pounding. She remembered getting attacked by what could only be described as a vampire, but she was also a medical student and there was no way on earth that vampires actually existed. Her breath was beginning to come in short gasps, and she didn't know if vampires could have panic attacks, but she was pretty sure she was about to have one. She couldn't breathe and those damn lights were still buzzing so loudly she couldn't even hear herself think.
With a cry of desperation, Nicole threw her knife across the room and smashed the light bulb above the sink. She room dimmed and finally quieted and Nicole was able to get her breathing back under control.
"I just needed some quiet" she said, by way of an explanation.
"Okay, makes sense," the shorter man said, sarcastically.
"I'm still not saying I believe any of this," Nicole said, shakily.
The two men glanced at each other and the shorter one sighed. "You want proof? Well here you go." He pulled a small blade out of his belt and drew it across his palm.
"Dean!" The taller man shouted, "What the hell?"
"She has to know, Sam."
The one who Nicole now knew as Dean reached forward with his bloody hand and waved it under her nose. Nicole had been used to the smell of blood for some time now, but he body seemed to have other ideas. He stomach went queasy with yearning, and suddenly Nicole felt a new set of teeth protrude from her gums.
Her hand flew to her mouth, which has been drawn back in a hiss.
"Oh my god," she whispered into her hand, "What the hell was that. What's in my mouth? I'm almost a doctor. I know what the human body is supposed to have in it, and an extra set of teeth is not on the fucking list!"
"Vampire fangs, sweetheart," Dean replied.
She looked up at Dean with wide eyes, "its all true, everything you both said. I'm actually a… a vampire?"
"Yes," Sam spoke, "I'm so sorry."
"Hold, on a second," Dean said, putting his hands up, "I gotta ask… aren't you, ya know, hungry?"
Nicole took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of Dean's blood. "I mean, I felt hunger when your hand was in my face, but I don't want to drink your blood if that's what you're asking."
"Well that is interesting," Sam mused, "Normally new vampires can't control their blood lust and they kill on instinct without even realizing why."
"Maybe because I've worked around blood for years it doesn't affect me the same way as other people?" Nicole guessed. "But whatever the reason, it doesn't look like I'm doing to be killing you, so could I please get my hand freed?" She rattled the handcuffs connected her to the headboard.
"This is normally the part where we gank you, but you're lucky we've had some recent experiences with vampires who didn't drink human blood. So I'm willing to give you a chance here." Dean reached into his pocket and tossed Nicole the keys to unlock herself.
"Thanks," she said, rubbing her wrist. "I'm Nicole, by the way," She said.
"I'm Sam, and this is my older brother Dean," the taller brother said.
Nicole nodded, looking own at her hands which were folded in her lap. She was trying very hard not to cry because she knew I she started, she would never stop. Squeezing her eyes shut, she asked the question that she had been dreading the answer to.
"Is… is there any way to change me back?" The men were silent for a moment, and when Nicole raised her head, they were looking sadly at each other.
"There isn't, is there?"
"I… not that we know of," Dean said with a sigh and Nicole's heart broke.
The whole life she had planned out for herself and the career she'd spent so much time and money on went up in flames before her eyes. She'd never be able to see her family again and explain to them why she wasn't getting any older. She wouldn't ever meet her older sister's baby due at Christmas or see her little brother graduate high school. She would never grow up and have a family of her own, but worst of all was thinking about her mother. Nicole's mom worked two jobs to put her through med school and help pay for her student loans so not only would her mom be losing a daughter, she'd be paying for Nicole's degree that she wouldn't ever get, probably for the rest of her life.
Nicole knew she was seconds away from breaking down and she needed to be alone. In a tiny hotel room with two over grown men, she made for the only place that could offer her some privacy… the bathroom.
"So I think I need to shower this dirt and blood off me," she said, picking at her shorts, "excuse me". Without any further explanation, Nicole ran for the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. Once she had stripped down and turned on the water, Nicole finally let her tears fall. She tried to keep them quiet so the brothers wouldn't hear her, but the sobs tore out of her. She couldn't believe that only this morning she had been worried about passing her exams. Now all she wanted to do was go back to her apartment and see her roommate and her cat.
Eventually when, Nicole thought she couldn't cry any more, she stopped the water and stepped out. She was drying off, prolonging going back out in the room, when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
"Yeah?" Nicole called out, her voice cracking.
"It's Dean, I just… Thought you might want some clothes to change into. I'm coming in!" He called out, opening the door.
Nicole looked at him in the mirror over her shoulder. Her eyes were blood shot and puffy. It was clear that she had been crying, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Mine are smaller than Sam's so I brought you some shorts and a tee shirt," he said, his grin dropping as he noticed her face. Dropping the clothes, Dean took a step closer to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Nicole was trying her best to keep it together, but at his words, her face crumpled again."No," she whimpered, sinking to the ground, "I'm not okay," She managed to get out before she was choked up on tears again.
AN: Should I keep writing? Are you guys interested?