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Prologue
The night sky's clear showing off its shining stars. The Chicago wind is particularly sharp this night and it makes the lone figure on the street curl into themselves.
She is a young woman coming from a pretty amazing party with her friends. Her phone buzzes and she quickly takes it out of her pocket.
“Still can't believe you're mine!” the words say followed by a dozen smiling and kissing emojis.
The girl giggles shaking her head and quickly types a reply before pocketing her phone again. She keeps a steady pace when she hears a loud thump from the other side of the street.
From between the buildings a lone figure steppes out.
It's a man: he's wearing a leather vest and pants, half of his hair is shaved and dyed red. The girl stops in her tracks and they both look at each other.
The stranger waves at her, and the girl starts walking again this time a little faster. To her horror he starts following. They walk silently the woman picking up the pace every so often until she turns around and her eyes widen.
There's no one behind her. She looks around and laughs suddenly feeling silly for being as scared as she was. The girl takes one last look at the street before turning back around.
She's met with the pale face of the man who had been following her. She only has enough time to notice his sharp teeth and glowing white eyes before he lunges at her, dragging her into a dark alley.
Her scream echoes through the empty streets, dying out along with their owner's moments later.
Chapter 1
2 Days Later.
Dean's munching on a particularly tasty burger while checking out the incredibly attractive waitress who had served it to him. She had asked the cook to put extra sauce just for him, so he's feeling very optimistic about getting her number.
He's about to call her when his brother plants himself in the chair across from him and dumps his stuff all over the table, almost knocking out Dean's drink.
“DUDE!” he exclaims angrily.
“Sorry.” Sam says but there’s a smile tugging at his lips. Dean shakes his head and his eyes search for the waitress but she’s gone.
“So...” His little brother starts excitedly, opening his laptop. “I think I found us a case.”
“Oh, joy.” The older hunter deadpans, taking a swing of his drink.
“Two people have disappeared and 4 have been found dead in the past two months.”
Dean's eyebrows go up. “That's a lot.”
Sam nods before smiling “Not only that but get this. The bodies they found were sucked dry.”
“Aw, shit!” Dean groans, running a hand through his face.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I fucking hate vampires, man!” Sam watches his brother angrily bite into the burger.
“Yeah, me too.” He laughs.
“Okay so where are we going?”
“Chicago.”
Dean looks a little puzzled “Okay...can you be more specific?”
“Nope, it’s all over the city. There is no particular region or neighborhood that this is happening in.”
Sam clicks a few times on his laptop. “All the victims are from different parts of the city.”
Dean hums before taking a swing of his drink and getting up.
“Well then, Windy City here we come.”
***
“Brothers and sisters put this record down. Take my advice. Cause we are bad news. We will leave you high and dry. It's not worth the hearing you'll lose. It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless. The ribbon on my wrist says, "Do not open before Christmas."
The melodic voice carries through the warehouse, accompanied by sharp guitars and drums. The 2 guitarists are leaning against each other, back to back. The drummer has his eyes closed, hitting the beats almost on autopilot. The singer plays his guitar and sways slowly in place. When the chorus of the song come up all four men start singing.
“We're only liars, but we're the best (we're the best). We're only good for the latest trends. We're only good cause you can have almost famous friends. Besides, we've got such good fashion sense”
As they continue the energy in the room, starts to grow and they all start to move along with the song. By the end they're practically jumping around.
Just then hard guitars and a hellish scream clashes with the sweet beat and they all stop. The boys turn towards their drummer.
“Sorry.” he mutters sheepishly, pulling out his phone. “It's my alarm.”
The others look at him disbelievingly, as he stands up and goes to get his bag.
He's skinny, with hair that reaches his shoulders and glasses. His body is covered in tattoos, at least the parts you can see.
“Where are you going?” the bassist asks a little harshly. He has a red hoodie on; black hair is sticking out from under it, almost covering one of his eyes. “We haven't even finished the song yet!”
“Dude, if I don't leave now, I'll be late.” the drummer informs him calmly.
“Andy, its university no one gives a crap if you're late!” The bassist argues going up to the boy.
“I do.” Andy says without looking up from what he’s doing. “We'll play again when I get back, don't worry.”
“Yeah, he's right, Pete.” The singer pipes up leaving his guitar in its place.
He's wearing a black Castro hat and a dark denim jacket over his red shirt. He has dirty blond hair with sideburns traveling down his face. He has bright blue eyes and is a little chubbier compared to the other three.
“Besides...” He continues walking up to the bassist. “I gotta go to the store before Joe and I head to work.” He points to the last of the four who gives a quick nod. He has short curly brown hair that will probably grow into an amazing fro one day, and is also wearing a black leather jacket over his shirt.
The bassist lets out a growl and storms off, crashing on the couch in their sort of living room area. He pulls his knees to his chest and burying his face in them. The others look at each other exasperated, before the singer goes and sits next to his sulking friend.
“I’m not even exhausted.” Pete mumbles quietly. “What am I supposed to do while you're all gone?” His friend looks at him sadly, wrapping a hand around his shoulders.
“Come on, Pete, it's just for a few hours. Then it will be sundown and you can go out.” The singer rubs Pete's shoulder before squeezing it. The bassist lifts his head slowly.
“You can get our things ready for tonight, if you want.” He suggests smiling at his friend. Pete gives a curt nod before looking up to the others, who are silently waiting.
“Sorry, guys...I just...” He starts but Joe cuts him off.
“No worries, man. We get it.” Andy nods too before leaving the warehouse.
“Okay!” The singer slaps his knees before getting up and walking to the fridge. “You guys need me to buy something?”
“Um... we're almost out of garlic.” Pete informs.
“Okay, garlic… anything else?”
Joe walks up to the singer and hands him a little piece of paper. When the man reads its content he raises his brow.
Joe just grins “I'm cooking something special tonight.”
“Dare I ask…?” The singer starts but Joe holds up a hand.
“You wouldn't understand, man.”
The singer shakes his head, and walks towards the door, a smile tugging at his lips. “Okay, if that's everything I'm off.”
Joe stops in the middle of sitting next to Pete and quickly bolts up. “OH, Patrick get me some pie, dude!”
The singer laughs without turning around and simply waves his hand in the air. “Got it!”
Next to Joe, Pete snickers, now much more relaxed. His friend sits down and turns to him seriously.
“Dude, I can't even imagine what's it like not being able to eat pie.”
Pete chuckles “It’s fucking torture, man.”