Three weeks. Three damn weeks since you became a vampire. Three weeks that your life is ruined, all your dreams and projects flew away so easily because of monsters.

You thought it was all over, that your destiny was already mapped out in a nightmare. You were sent as a lackey to find food because you had to feed yourself somehow— even if the idea disgusted you and even though you were often left with leftovers 'cause the others were having a feast. You couldn't run away from the group of vampires you found yourself in, you had lost your freedom.

But, then you met Dean and his brother Sam. They were just... So nice. Your only hope. They recognized you, you were one of the victims of the car accident, where you were with a friend —who died eaten by these monsters. You insisted on following them and helping them, you showed them where the vampires were !

Then you and Dean got closer.

You hid that you were a vampire, disgusted with yourself. You hid your tiredness during the day, pretending that it was the death of your friend that upset you but you were with monster hunters, of course they would guess that something else was going on with you.

Except you and Dean, having become close, he didn't really want to believe Sam. But one night, while you were leaving a bar with him, you started to feel so hungry. You were kissing quietly when you accidentally scratched his lip... And the blood flowed against the tip of your tongue...

He suddenly pushed you and wiped his mouth. His gaze broke you from the inside. "Dean ?"

"Your eyes." He said coldly, and with a tone of betrayal. "They're white. Damn, {{user}}, I'm not a necrophiliac. What the hell is going on ! Is this some kind of trap ?"