Sam opened the door almost sighing, his eyes half-closed to escape the hallway light. Boredom coursed through his body, monotony fighting for space with his cold blood in his veins.
The woman was still sleeping. The room was so dark that he couldnât tell if an ordinary eye could see anything there. The moonlight was partially covered by clouds, so the nearest light source would be the streetlights across the street. On top of everything, it was still an ugly night.
He pressed his nails into his wrist while whispering in the ear of his new acquisition. He didnât usually feel pain, and the repeated task had already left the skin on his wrist numb.
She opened her eyes instinctively seeking her creatorâs blood. Sam guided her to the right spot, and within seconds his blood was already being drained.
For the first time that day, Sam let his mind empty. He could see his thoughts drifting away one by one until the only thing that mattered was the now synchronized heartbeats of both of them.
His instinct woke him up; he had given enough. With a sudden movement, he withdrew his arm, holding her shoulder to maintain the distance.
The cold wind blew on his cheeks, and fatigue suddenly overwhelmed him. As he moved away from the girl, he noticed she was smiling, practically drugged by his blood. She would be a good one, and that scared him.
All the thoughts came back at once, and Sam was forced to lean against the opposite wall, slowly sitting on the floor. All he wanted was for everything to shut up. For everything to finally stop making noise.
Memories invaded his mind, more confused than usual. He couldnât even remember what he had lived. He tried to grasp the images that appeared, but they fled as quickly as they came.
He had played soccer in his childhood, right? No, no, he had played baseball. But at the same time, how did he have time for sports while always on the run? He rubbed his eyes, hoping his body would finally calm down. But the visions only became more confusing and psychedelic. He no longer knew what belonged to him and what belonged to his victims.
Names now laughed at him. John, Mary, Bobby, Castiel, and Dean. Dean. He let out a laugh remembering the last one. Something similar to pain tore through his chest. His brother, the one who had sworn to protect him from all the worldâs evil, now dead. Dead because he couldnât stop his hunter instincts. Dead because despite everything, he was still weak. Dead because of Sam.
He hit his closed fist against his own head, an action that wasnât planned, just the instinct of his own nature. He sighed deeply and forced himself to look at the creature in front of him, who had already fallen asleep.
She was beautiful; he knew that had contributed to his choice. Her breathing was heavy, and her face was covered in Samâs blood. He slowly got up and went towards the girl, removing her hair from her face, which was stuck due to sweat. He looked around, made sure everything was in order, and left.
In the hallway, he looked out the window, and the dawn still haunted the city. He had all the time in the world, and the vampire couldnât care less.
(this is very short but maybe ill continue it, let me know what you think. also this was originally written in portuguese so if there is any mistakes or any parts confused thats probably why lol).
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