Staring down into my whiskey glass bottle, I set my cheek in the palm of my hand, my braids shortly follow down my shoulders and back. My body jolted once more on the barstool as my shoulder is met by an aggressive elbow of the man I was sitting next to. My eyes glower over towards the man with a funky-dressed drunk man. Around the city he's known as Shawn Winchester, a guy who's known for inheriting his parent's money several months back. He's also known for drinking his sorrows in this very bar, The Refuge. He's been talking excessively about how long of a day he has and how he's literally making bank, like I give a damn. 

At this point of time, I'm bored. Excessively bored. I happened to have wandered into this bar once again because of that very reason. I also like the smell of alcohol when I drink, don't ask. Unfortunately, I am not and cannot get intoxicated by drinking like normal humans and right now that's giving me a huge kick in the ass because this man is fucking insufferable. 

My eyes roll to the mahogany ceiling, gazing at bright, beige colored chandelier hanging above us as we perched along the bar. My shoulder, once again, is knocked back by his raging elbow with his loud, bellowing laugh at his own stupid ass story. "I called that sorry woman a cab! I had to question my sexuality because she looked like a straight up man!" He exclaimed. My eyes roll back at his direction, not even smiling at his comment.

"Sorry? I wasn't listening." I stated exhaustedly, not even bothering to look at him nor budge an inch.

It seemed like what I said went over his head, because he still wouldn't shut up. "I should've had you instead last night! You're fucking stacked!" He slurred, leaning forward and attempting to snake his hand to back of my head, my head raised from my hand to allow it to snatch mid-way. He recoiled, forming an attempt to retract his hand but my firm grip had it stay in place. No one in the bar really paid attention to us, so I proceeded to hold it still. My eyes scan his intensely. I haven't really paid any mind to really notice how he looked. A fucking mess. Lipstick was smeared at the crook of his neck, his deep brown hair was coming out of a slick-back pompadour, a typical millionaire who wears white suits, tan skin, and shades. What a douchebag, wearing sunglasses at night of all times in a building. 

He doesn't seem to realize that I'm stronger than him, as he continued to flirt. "I can get you anything you want." He coaxed. My ears slightly lift, a devious smirk appeared on my face as I'm no longer bored out of my damn mind, instead, interested. 

I shift my other hand to his shoulder, grinning as I rest my chin on top of it. I gazed into his eyes through his sunglasses as they follow to my open cleavage. "Anything?" I ask innocently.

His eyes follow back up to mine. Ass-hat. "Anything in the world baby." He mumbled.

I lean closer, his trembling hands roaming over my back, attempting to pull me closer. My lips were against his ear. "Does a motel work for you?"

He smirked and had un-pocketed his phone from inside of his white blazer, "For sure, beautiful, I'd like to give you a first impression." He boasted, "I'll call a cab."

Had I not been desensitized to random ass drunk men (occasionally drunk women too) hitting on me at the bar, I'd be repressing the urge to vomit right about now, if not a little irritated at their sad attempts. However, this man, Shawn, had peaked my interest, unfortunately for him. He started to whisper the things he would do to me the moment we arrived at the motel, to which I only played along and idly listened. Had he been a little less intoxicated, he would've at least taken a second to think about what he was doing. I allowed my lips to form into a devious smile as he eagerly tapped into his phone.

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It didn't take long for us to find a nearby motel. The cab driver practically rushed us out as she grew tired of Shawn's constant gloating about the properties he now owned (as if anyone really cares). Shawn's hands never left my waist as he continued to walk me down towards one of the units. His hands anxiously left me as he impatiently used the key he rented out to unlock the door in front of us, unit 606. 

The door swayed open and the familiar scent of Indian food and cigarettes had violated my nostrils, Shawn glided one of his hands over my arms only to quickly retract it. "You're cold." He stated. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I'm always cold as death and I don't need to be reminded of it twenty times a day. Instead, I stepped inside, turning heel to grab him by his blazer. With little effort, I yanked him inside, "Then it's up to you to warm me up." I flirt, he groaned in response, no longer paying any mind to what I could be, what I am. He used the heel of foot to close the door, leaning down to seize my neck with kisses. 

A sly grin appeared on my face once more as he continued to sloppily run his lips over my skin. My grin grew even bigger as they graze over the two scars welded deep into my shoulder blade. It was at this moment that Shawn took a pause. I went as far to shift my knee in between his legs, his appendage now soft and limp. 

His intoxication was finally letting up. 

Although it's far too late. 

He slowly raised his head, only to find me staring wide-eyed, my grin now transformed into a malevolent smile as my fangs had exposed themselves. I would compare this feeling to taking off heels after a long night of dancing! His eyes were also wide, wide with pure terror as his jaw was left agape. 

I chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? You don't think I'm pretty anymore?" I taunted. He tried taking a step back, only for me to pin his arms at both of his sides against his wall. To the normal eye, this would seem pretty silly as I'm a small, petite young woman pinning a man much larger than me against the wall. 

"I-I..." He stammered, unable to break free from my crushing grip. I smiled even wider. 

"You're brave! Trying to get free from me, how entertaining!" I exclaimed. 

"W-what do you w-want?" He asked in a shaky voice. It doesn't take much to scare humans nowadays, seeing how they respond to a being like me will always be a trip. 

I furrowed my brow. "You're Shawn Winchester."

"What?"

A confused look washed over his face. I purposely dug my fingernails deeper into his arms, watching as his eyebrows twitch response. "No one took you seriously when you said you wanted to run your father's company. Nights of bickering with your father had left you with an insatiable taste for power. You've tried appealing to his standards by running his errands yet it still wasn't enough for Mr. Winchester. One night, a burglary took place at the local mansion, both Gerald and Rachel had been found dead in their master bedroom." I explained in a sing-song voice. "Fortunately for you, Shawn Winchester, you were spared."

I leaned closer. He flinched to my sudden movement as buds of sweat began to develop along his face. "Or so they say," I continued. "What actually had happened was that a group of vampires had been sent over to the mansion with a task in mind, and that was to kill both Gerald and Rachel Winchester."

At this point, I was inches away from his face. "And you, Shawn Winchester, hired those bloodsuckers to do their dirty work...didn't you? You couldn't wait for your parents to kick the can so you had their death dates come early, right?"

"I-I...How do you know all of this?" He demanded, finally deciding to try and wriggle his way from my hands. I rolled my eyes as he quickly realized that he wasn't escaping me. 

I threw my head back as bellows of laughter escaped me, my shoulders convulsing as he trembled before me, at my mercy. I immediately snapped my head back forward, making eye contact once more. "Because I was on the balcony, watching the entire time."

"B-but why?" He asked sheepishly, his face pale from not only from me alone, but the information I knew.

I sighed and tilted my head, already irritated at his stupidity. "That's not for you to know, even if I told you, you're not going to be walking out of this room alive."

I could feel his blood pressure rising in his arms as I held them. He was scared. Scared shitless. "P-please! I can give you money! I can make it worth your while! They're just looking for recruiters! Please don't kill me, please don't..." He begged. 

I'd be a tad more pleased had he groveled at my feet and begged even harder. I wanted to see tears, hear his cries and sniffles, the sob story. I wanted him to beg for my forgiveness until he couldn't fathom to live anymore.

Alas, I let go of him entirely, allowing him to drop to the floor, at my feet. My eyes glared down at his as I folded my arms underneath my chest. I made a personal note to break all four of his limbs and tearing his vocal cords (prevent him from running and speaking) if he made any advances towards the door or phone. "Recruiters you say?" I repeated, I crouched down to his level, using my hand to grab a fistful of Shawn's hair, forcing him to gaze into my eyes once more. He cried out in pain and had already started to tear up. 

My grin softened. "Come on lady-killer, out with it."