The faint sound of music surfaced to the second floor of the mansion reaching Christine's ear, which only meant that the guests have arrived. Christine was barely ready, for the time she had been in her room before the party began, Christine made minimal effort to get prepared. She'd manage to put on some makeup to the best of her ability and only removed her pants in a failed attempt to change into her dress. The rest of the time was spent on her phone trying to beat her high score in one of her mobile games. The moment the noise began she realized the time and sat up from her bed. I guess I should finish getting ready. Christine thought.

Christine got out of her bed and looked at the dress Olivia was so inclined of buying her for this event. The gown was sapphire blue chiffon with a crew neck line covered in sequins, the bottom part flowed down to her ankles to slightly reveal her matching blue stilettos. Christine slipped on the dress and struggles to stand in her tall heels. It had to be heels. She could've at least had the mercy of giving me flats.

After catching herself on her bed a few times, Christine shuffled to her vanity desk where her jewelry was placed neatly in a music box. Next to the box were some photos in small frames of her and her family. Most of the photos were of her and her sister, but one photo showed two little girls and their mother and father. Christine looked at the photo for a moment, trying to remember the holidays spent together, birthdays, family vacations, all of those memories seemed like dreams to Christine since she was so young before all of that ended.

Christine blocked the memories before she began to work herself up and reached for her music box. Upon opening it a soft melody played with a tiny ballerina spinning in the center. The tune reminded Christine of her mother, who gave her the box when she could barely walk. She began to hum the lullaby she knew by heart as she picked up a silver necklace with matching teardrop earrings.

After putting the jewelry on she turned to her full body mirror on the wall to inspect herself. She hoped her pale skin and poor posture wouldn't stand out in the crowd. She wanted the night to run quickly and smoothly, preferably her being away from it all. At first glance she could have sworn she looked like her mother, with her brown hair, blue eyes, and identical facial features.

She brushed the thought aside and opened her door, the music suddenly becoming louder. When she opened the door, she wished the party would be over already, or Olivia cancelled last second. Nevertheless, Christine could hear voices and laughter, making her stomach turn in unwanted anticipation.

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?

Led Zeppelin blasted through the radio of a sleek, black Chevy Impala as it traveled down the gravel road leading to none other than the Haven estate. Nobody knew, however, that the car and the mansion had many similarities. Both are cherished by two siblings that have grown up around the car or mansion, as well as held many memories throughout the years.

The only difference was instead of two sisters, the Impala had two brothers. The eldest, Dean, was driving with one hand on the wheel while his mind was immersed in the music, while the other brother, Sam, cleaned and assembled a silver pistol. Once he was finished, he placed the gun on the dashboard and checked the two FBI badges with their aliases, Mr. Berry and Mr. Dylan.

"Find anything else about the vamps around here?" Dean questioned his brother, flipping through the radio as soon as the Zeppelin song was over until he found another suitable rock band to listen to.

"Nothing that we don't already know," Sam reached for his laptop and opened to the obituary pages, where four died due to blood loss along with strange bite marks and another found beheaded. "three of the four who died of excess blood loss were some of the richest people in town, the fourth was a hunter who already took down one of them. Rest of the group must've tried to get payback." The entire case reeked of vampires.

"Now those sons of bitches are gonna get a taste of karma." Dean's tone was tense. He had been up for a few days with only about five hours of sleep in total. The time he spent awake was devoted to research on what was given upon to him by none other than the first murderer himself, the Mark of Cain. He wasn't sure if his irritability was due to the Mark or lack of sleep.

Sam gave his brother a concerned look, "Dean, I know this is a case and we need to be on alert, but if our hunch is right and the vamps will be at this party you need to cool it a touch." Dean kept his eyes fixated on the road as his little brother talked. "This party is practically a buffet to them. If people start leaving more than likely they'll leave too. So just, try and act a little cheerful, I know with the Mark-"

"I get it, Sammy," Dean interrupted, "you're just looking after your older brother." His attitude brightened, making Sam feel a little bit at ease.

A few minutes later, the Impala pulled into the driveway of the mansion. Dean looked at the clock on the radio; 6:43 , just fashionably late.

The two stepped out of the car and adjusted their ties. Both made sure to have a gun for each of them and a knife soaked in dead man's blood. Finally, they put their fake FBI badges in their pockets and made their way to the front entrance. Dean rang the doorbell next to the thick door, already hearing the party going on inside. How someone could hear the chimes was beyond belief, however, the blonde woman in a red dress who has been answering the doors the entire time opened the door to the two brothers.

"Welcome to the Haven estate," Olivia said with a warm smile, "my name is Olivia Haven. Please, come in and enjoy yourselves.

The brothers followed the woman in to the mansion, making sure to close the door on the way. Why does that name sound familiar? Sam looked to his brother Dean, who looked at him as though they had the same thought. Instead, Dean was referring to him checking out the cute blonde leading them through her home.

"Thank you, Miss Haven." Dean reached for his badge as he followed the woman into the foyer, "My name is-"

"Wait, don't tell me, you two look familiar." Olivia turned on her heel and examined the boys, almost piercing them with her green eyes. She suddenly snapped her fingers, "Why, if it isn't Sam and Dean Winchester."

The brothers raised their eyebrows surprised. So much for the fake badges. "Uh… Yes, that's us." Dean pondered for a second, trying to put together the name and face, "I'm sorry, how do you know us?"

"I'm not surprised you wouldn't remember," Olivia said, "you were only here for two weeks. Maybe three at most."

Sam's eyes lit up, remembering why the name rang a faint bell. "That's right, we went to high school together." Dean's face lit up as well. How could they forget about a town they've already been in?

"We were in the same grade. I think we had geology together." Olivia turned her attention to the younger brother, "And I think my sister and you were in the same grade."

"Oh, right." Sam barely remembered the high school, let alone the town. Their dad was here for a little while to help a fellow hunter on a case. It was possibly the shortest case they've worked, meaning their school session was over before the brothers knew it. Christine and Olivia on the other hand, went to that high school all four years trying to keep their secret safe. Olivia was as outgoing as she ever was in high school. Cheerleader, debate team, even a role in one of the theater productions, she was popular in almost every clique. Christine was the complete opposite of her elder sister. The only club she joined was film, where all they did was watch movies that were sometimes in different languages and analyze them after. It was mostly quiet, and very few people were involved, making it the best place to stay unnoticed. When the school day was done and the clubs were dismissed, Christine would immediately be in her sister's car waiting to go. Olivia accepted the fact that her little sister didn't want to accidentally reveal her powers, but she didn't want her to seclude herself from everyone else. "What was her name? Chrystal… Christine, wasn't it?"

"That's her. She should be down any minute." Olivia eyed the boys up and down, "You two have definitely changed since then."

"Well, you've certainly stayed just as gorgeous as you were in high school." Dean offered his flirtatious smile to Olivia, which she giggled in return, while Sam merely rolled his eyes.

"I guess you haven't changed much, Dean Winchester." Olivia grabbed two flutes of chilled champagne in crystal clear glasses from a nearby table and gave them to the two boys. "Please, enjoy the night." She grabbed another glass for herself and raised it, "To reunions and new beginnings."

"To reunions and new beginnings." The brothers said in unison reluctantly. After the three had a mouthful of the bubbling booze, Olivia excused herself to converse with the other guests. Sam and Dean looked around the mansion, momentarily taking in the view before getting to work.

While looking around, the two didn't notice a tall, British man peer at the brothers, almost like he was studying them. "John, I believe we have some interesting characters with us tonight."

Christine shakily grabbed the railings as she made her way down the grand staircase. She thought she could feel everyone's eyes see right through her. Before turning her heels to go back upstairs, she spotted her sister in the crowd and made a direct b-line to Olivia. Christine gently grabbed her sister's shoulder, making Olivia's mouth gape at the sight of her sister.

"Chrissy! You look absolutely amazing." Olivia made a twirling motion with her finger, beckoning her sister to spin to show off her gown.

Christine gave in and lazily spun in a circle. "I feel stupid."

"No you don't. If anything, you look like mom." Olivia embraced Christine in a hug, "Remember, this is for both of them."

"I know, I know." Christine pulled away, "But I'm leaving when dinner starts, you can at least give me that."

Olivia pondered at her request as she looked at the clock; 6:58 , dinner was scheduled to be at 7:30, "Fine, but you need to at least make five new friends tonight." Christine rolled her eyes and nodded her head in agreement. "And don't lie to me, you know I can tell when you do."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We've been living together for how many years?" The girls laughed while a group of people went up to Olivia, anticipating to talk to the lady of the house. At the same time, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, Chris, could you pretty please get that? I'm a bit busy." Olivia turned her attention to the other well dressed people. A few moments after Christine left, the group dispersed away from Olivia and scattered to talk to other wealthy individuals, giving her a second to breathe. She walked over to a corner of the room that had very few people around and noticed that some of the candles on a table weren't lit. Olivia looked around to make sure nobody was noticing her, and quickly pinched the wick of the candles, instantly lighting them with a small flame.

Christine trudged her way to the front doors while thinking of loopholes to the deal she made with her sister. Maybe everyone was already talking to someone else and I didn't want to bother them. She continued to think as she grabbed the door handles, opening the heavy doors. "Welcome to the Haven-" Christine stopped as soon as she realized who the man standing in front of her was, "You."