Dean stood, not bothering to follow the two pale women who had just left the room, but found himself more concerned about the bleeding girl on the stone platform. He placed his hand behind her head to untie the purple fabric covering her eyes. Vanesse jumped at his touch, afraid of what could be next to her,

"It's okay, it's me." Dean spoke gently as he threw the blindfold aside. With Emmiliano's knife that he had yet to return, Dean cut the ropes bound around her ankles and wrists, setting them free. Vanesse winced as she pulled her body up from it laying down position.

"Dean." She said with relief. Suddenly an overwhelming amount of pain possessed her body, she whimpered as she clutched her bleeding stomach.

"Hold on," Dean took his shirt, which had been ripped all the way up, so there was really no point in wearing it, off and bunched it all together as he pressed it against her wound. "Apply pressure there, it should help with the bleeding."

Vanesse nodded and did so. "Where are Sam, and…That guy?" Her memory was quite faded, due to all the bashings she had taken on the head.

"If they haven't been found, they should be finding a way out. Can you walk?"

"I think so…" She sniffled as Dean helped her off the cold stone.

"Okay, let's find Sam."

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Once again, Sam found himself bound at his wrists, tied to the ceiling. But this time, both Holly and Altesse accompanied him, instead of only the one.

"Holly… Don't do this." He said through a bleeding lip, due to the muscular man before, hitting him.

"I'm no longer Holly, now you can call me Allè." She cackled as she circled the hanging boy. "You were in love with her, weren't you? This little body I posses." She placed her hands on his chest, "Yes, I can feel it." Sam hung, speechless. Allè licked her fangs and then kissed Sam's neck.

Sam screamed in pain, as the kiss turned into a bite.

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Dean heard a faint scream, much resembling his brother. "Come on." He took Vanesse by the hand and quickly led her in the direction of the scream.

"Hey, bitch!" Dean yelled as he came bursting through the door of the room where Holly stood, sucking the blood from Sam's body. "Get your own blood!"

Allè looked up, her teeth bloodstained, and her eyes seemed to flash with evil. "Oh, look, it's you again." She cackled as she licked blood from her teeth, "I see you've rescued my beloved, as well. Well done, well done."

Allè applauded, slowly and sinisterly.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes, though inside he feared what she may do. But, Allè seemed to be in a more 'playful' mood.

"So, where'd your shirt go?" Altesse hissed at him. "Doesn't really matter, nobody will notice your body rotting… Weather it's clothed or not." She spoke, hoping to get a jolt of fear out of him.

"Yeah, whatever." He had seen rotting flesh too many times to be disgusted or dismayed at its mention.

Allè looked at Dean unsatisfied, and then suddenly regained her smart-aleck face. "Anyhow, you're still defenseless, senseless, hopeless... And… Shirtless…" Allè cackled, which she seemed to do a lot. "Honestly, you think you can defeat me. Especially considering your loss of crew-member."

"What?" Dean looked at her like she was crazy.

"Why, Sam's a vampire now."

Sam appeared right behind Alle, paler than ever, smelling her neck seductively.