it was a curse when you got turned into a vampire, you lived for years, watching your loved ones and friends die, while you stayed pure and well.. alive.

it was a misty dark night, you were at the cemetery, hiding from two men that had followed you here, you ran quick and hid sneakily, you were behind a tombstone, then someone grabbed your wrist, something taped over your mouth so your fangs couldn’t bite into them, you saw it was the men that had followed you here, the winchesters.