Tayla Dickson
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Into the Vampire's Nest
Eve’s P.O.V This was a terrible idea. Very terrible idea. Dean is going to murder me with his own bare hands. That is, if the vampires don't kill me first, which is a very likely outcome of tonight. The house is dead silent, its dark exterior giving off a dangerous vibe. I knew better. This was where they were nesting. I knew it—could feel it in my bones. I knew I should probably turn around and go back to the bunker, wait for Sam and Dean to come with me. I knew that was what I should do, but I couldn't make myself go. They had just come back from a previous hunt. This one hadn't been that easy and they took a few hard hits. They weren't ready for this hunt, but I was. I make my way towards the creepy house, my heart quickening with every step, my footfalls just a whisper against the gravel in the cool, dark night. I take out my lock pick and began unlocking the front door. I let the door swing open slowly while I stand back, in case there's something waiting behind it. I walk in through the door into an enormous foyer. There's a grand staircase that swirls to the top floor. The railings are solid gold, and a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. I make my way through the expensive lobby and head towards what seems to be a kitchen. I step into what looks like a master chef's kitchen. Beautiful, stainless steel appliances line the walls, along with many high quality pots and pans and kitchen utensils hanging from the ceilings. This was very unusual for a vampire den, seeing as they didn't eat human food; they only drank blood, usually from human victims.
By Tayla Dickson6 years ago in Geeks