Sultry

As soon as you were out of the club, the Vampire wrapped his arm tightly around you, almost dragging you through the alley. As soon as you were far enough away from the club, he pressed you against the wall, pressing his body tightly to yours.

"What are you doing?" You asked him as he nuzzled your throat. You held back the wave of nausea that swept through you. 

"Trying a little bit now. You smell so sweet, so different. I can't help myself." He whispered next to your ear, before licking a line up your throat. You shuddered, wishing Sam and Dean would hurry up and help you out. 

"I thought you were going to introduce me to your friends. This is all so sudden." You said, trying to pry your way past him, but he was strong, and you were weak, something that irked you considerably.

"First, I need a taste. You smell way too sweet to pass up. Then, you will meet my boss." He said, his teeth scraping at your neck before plunging in. You waited for the pleasure that he had promised you, but all you felt was a burning sensation, then stinging as if your neck was going to be separated from your head.

"Stop!" You screamed, and he finally pulled back, his mouth covered in your blood, a heady smile on his face.

"What are you? You taste so different. So amazing. It's like a mixture of sin and death, so sultry." He said, just as another voice sounded from behind him.

"And you were just going to keep her to yourself? You know the rules, David." Another male voice said and David stepped back, keeping a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's just her blood is so intoxicating. I couldn't help myself." The vampire you now knew as David said, his head down in remorse. You could only watch as the other man, short and pudgy came forward. Your body tense, you wondered what was keeping Sam and Dean as the man leaned forward, sniffing the wound on your neck. 

"You're right, it's amazing. You aren't human, are you? At least not completely." He said, his fangs popping down.

"Leave her alone!" Dean yelled, striding forward, his machete ready in his hands. He only saw you and the older man, didn't even notice David hiding off to the side.

"Dean, watch out!" You screamed, but it was too late, David had his arms around him, the machete laying on the ground. Bringing him closer to you, the older Vampire slammed your head into the wall, before letting you drop limply to the filthy ground. 

"She won't go anywhere." He said. "Now, what do we have here?"

He grabbed Dean, holding him up to the wall. "You will do perfectly."

"For what?I'm not your type." Dean spat into the man's face.

"No, but women probably through themselves all over you, don't they?" He asked, and you could only watch with double vision as the Vampire force fed Dean his blood. You knew what that meant.

"Stop!" Sam's voice yelled, before you saw David's head go flying past you. 

"Guess it's time for me to go." The vampire said, leaning down and roughly grasping your arm. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing you again." He told Dean, before hauling you over his shoulder. Before Sam or Dean could do anything, the Vampire ran away, his speed inhuman, and you felt each movement jarring your body.

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You weren't sure how long he ran, or even the route he took before he was pounding on a door. Upon entering, he dropped you into the arms of another man, a beautiful man with shiny black hair and brown eyes. "Here, take her and lock her up somewhere safe. No one touches her, except me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mason." The handsome vampire agreed, before walking down a dark and chilly hallway. Past coolers full of blood, and cells with girls chained to beds. Their screams haunted you, and you wanted nothing more than to break out of the man's hold and help them. But his grip was strong, and soon he was pushing open a pair of wooden doors, tossing you onto a plush chaise. 

"Please, let me go!" You pleaded, but the man just leaned down, sniffing the wound in your neck. 

"I see why the master has such an interest in you." He said, his eyes closed as he savored your scent. "Pity he won't share."

With that he turned around, shutting the door and locking it behind him. Frustrated, you looked around, at the small room you had been locked into. Stained glass lined one wall, way up high, while warm wooden cabinets lined the other. At one time it had been someones office, but now it was the lair of a vampire master. 

Shivering, you made your way to the door, pushing on them, hoping that they hadn't locked you in. When that didn't work, you went back to the chaise, knowing you would have to wait. And then hopefully something would come to you.

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Hours passed, and you were left alone. You could hear sounds outside the door. Sounds of girls screaming, of men arguing. Footsteps pounded in front of your door, but no one came to check on you, or bring you food.

When you finally started nodding off, with nothing else to do, you heard a familiar voice outside of your door. "Dean?" You whispered, fearing the worst if he was there. Standing up, you stood next to the door, trying to listen in.

"I knew you would find your way. They always do." Mason said.

"This place was a beacon, one I couldn't resist. But where is the girl?" Dean asked, his voice sounding different, strained.

"Safe. She's mine, and mine alone." Mason told him. "But for you, I will show you she is safe. Then, we talk about your job."

The door was pushed open, and seeing you so close, Mason grasped your hair, pulling you out into the main lobby of the building. You could see the curious glances of the vampires around you, and you could hear the pleading of the girls for help.

"Dean!" You said, wanting to rush towards him, but Mason pulled you back.

"Isn't she amazing? Tell me, do you know what she is? Because she's not completely human, and it's intoxicating." Mason asked Dean.

"She's a Reaper. Or she was, until her powers were taken." Dean responded, as if he was a puppy, ready to do anything Mason asked.

"I could sense a bit of death to her. But how can a Reaper lose her power?" Mason asked, before sinking his teeth into your neck. The pain was worse than before, and your knees wobbled as you had nothing to hold on to. 

"Dean!" You exclaimed, wanting his help, but he just stood there, his fangs down, blood lust in his eyes. 

After you felt like you could pass out, Mason finally pulled away, his lips red with your blood. "That was amazing. I'm going to have to keep you around for a while." 

Before you knew it, he was tossing you back into the room, locking the door behind you. Weak with blood loss, you pounded on the door, pleading with Dean to help you.

After your hands were bruised from hitting the door so many times, you collapsed onto the chaise. Leaning your head back, you waited for a wave of dizziness to pass. As you took deep calming breaths, you heard screaming and thuds from outside the door.

With nothing to use as a weapon, you just sat there as the screams came closer and closer before suddenly stopping. Seconds ticked by, and the silence was large and deafening. Your heart pounding with the little blood you still had in your system, you waited anxiously, before you heard someone trying the handle on your door.

A couple of shoves later the lock broke, and Sam almost fell in, his chest heaving with the exertion. "Are you okay?" He asked, casually looking you over, moving past the wounds in your neck.

"I'll live." You muttered, standing up quickly before almost falling back down. He came forward, picking you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. It felt good, and right to be back in his arms, but it only lasted for a moment before he sat you back down in an office chair. Dean was still in the main lobby, covered in blood, a head at his feet. 

"Did you?" Sam asked, and Dean shook his head. Nodding, Sam took a syringe, filling it with blood from the dead body of Mason. "Can you walk?" He asked you, and you nodded. Without even acknowledging you, he walked up and out the stairs, not even waiting for you and Dean.