The late autumn night wind blew the dead leaves against the wall. Kristen clutched her schoolbag strap and followed behind Robert. The soft sound of her canvas shoes stepping on the puddles was particularly clear in the empty alley.
Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her fingertips were nervously twisting the hem of her sweatshirt, her eyes were staring brightly at the back of the boy in front of her, full of a girl's longing for spring, and she didn't even care about the musty smell around her.
"So... will there be velvet at your place?" Her voice was trembling, with a bit of deliberately pretended boldness.
Robert paused and turned around to smile, his teeth glowing a cold white under the moonlight. "Of course."
The two stopped in front of an abandoned building. The walls were covered with rust, and the smell of urine mixed with rotten gas hit their faces. Kristen's smile froze, she shrank back, and her heart skipped a beat - this was exactly what she had imagined. The romantic castle was far away, but before she could retreat, a tall Eastern Europe man suddenly walked out of the building door, folded his arms and sneered, "Well done, Robbie."
Kristen suddenly turned his head to look at Robert, the longing in his eyes turned into panic. "Robert? What's going on?"
Robert The gentleness on his face completely disappeared, his mouth opened with sharp fangs, and his voice was as cold as ice. "This is what you want, isn't it?"
Kristen was so frightened that she screamed. Just as she turned around to run away, Boris grabbed her by the back of her collar, and his sharp teeth pierced the skin on the side of her neck.
Her struggle gradually weakened, and she was dragged into the depths of the dark building. Like countless girls who were deceived by the fantasy of "romantic vampires," she became the latest link in the Alpha recruitment chain.
During the day the next day, Dean leaned on the Black Antelope and made a phone call. He held a cigarette between his fingertips and frowned slightly. His tone was much softer than usual, with a hint of coaxing. "Hey, I'm actually not far away. It takes about an overnight drive. When I wrap up and make sure there are no tails following me, I'll take a small road and go there overnight."
The voice of Lisa on the other end of the phone was smiling and scolding. The corners of Dean's mouth were raised, and his eyes were a little gentle. He was about to say a few more words when he saw Sam walking out of the police station with documents in the corner of his eye. He hurriedly closed the line and went to meet her.
"What are you so happy about?"
"Nothing." Sam handed over the folder with an expression as calm as if he was reading a shopping list, "Six girls disappeared in seven days, which is more missing cases than this town has in a whole year. They are all about the same age, and they are all pretty good-looking."
Dean turned over two pages and raised his eyebrows. "There are different flavors of ice cream. This sounds like a typical portrait of prey. I am curious about what else they have in common."
"You can check six directions, just choose a number."
"Seven." Dean said casually, and added, "I just reported another case today. Kristen is a good boy, but he is a bit naive.
Her father said that he should try his best to be a good parent, and girls are difficult to control."
Sam nodded and turned around to leave. "Let's go and see her house."
Dean followed behind, looking at his brother's back, feeling slightly astringent - the missing soul had a great impact on him.
Scene 3: Kristen's room subculture chaos
Kristen's father opened the door to let them in, and pointed to the end of the corridor. "The last room on the left is her room."
"Thank you." Dean nodded, and the two walked along the corridor. He lowered his voice, "What do you think he is talking about? Drugs?"
"Maybe." Sam opened the door, the two walked in, and were stunned on the spot.
The room is covered with vampire-themed posters, the bookshelves are full of Twilight style vampire novels, there are vampire-shaped dolls on the bedside, and even the bed sheets are dark purple in Gothic style.
Dean twitched the corners of his mouth with disgust on his face. "Oh, it's much worse than drugs."
"Vampire?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"This is not a vampire, brother," Dean pointed at the poster of the male protagonist on the door with a look of disdain, "These are all idiots with chuunibyou."
"Isn't that right?" Sam scanned around, walked to the bed, rummaged around, and took out a laptop from under the pillow, "I have it, let's see what we can find."
He pressed the power button, and the computer suddenly emitted a harsh vampire-themed startup sound, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet room. Sam hurriedly pressed the volume button. Dean shrank his shoulders in fright, with a face full of discomfort. "This... is too uncomfortable."
Dean casually picked up a novel on the bed and flipped through it. The more he read, the more he frowned. He rubbed the pages with his fingertips and felt sick in his heart. Sam used to read this type of popular novel in high school. At that time, his younger brother would come over and chatter to him about the plot, his eyes as bright as stars.
"Look at this, he's watching her sleep. Doesn't he look like a perverted stalker?" He read deliberately in a pretentious way, trying to tease Sam, "He could hear the sound of blood rushing in her veins, and he could almost taste it.. He tried his best to restrain himself, Romero knew that their love was destined to be fruitless." He sneered after reading, "Romero? Seriously? This is a national bestseller, how is that possible?"
"Dean, shut up." Sam said in a helpless tone, without raising his head and typing his fingers quickly on the keyboard.
"Try 'Lautner'?" Dean suddenly said.
Sam's men paused and turned to look at him. "Wait, he is a werewolf. Also, how do you know this person?"
"Are you kidding? That kid is everywhere. It's a nightmare." Dean rolled his eyes, "By the way, how many t's does Pattinson have?"
Sam paused with his fingers, entered the password, and the computer clicked to unlock. He snapped his fingers, "Okay, come in. Her inbox is full of emails from a person who calls himself a vampire, asking her to meet at a place called 'Black Rose'."
"Spare me." Dean was speechless.
"Most likely he's just an ordinary pervert, right?" Sam shrugged and closed the computer.
Dean didn't speak, his eyes darkened - after hunting monsters for so many years, things were never that simple. He subconsciously touched his pocket, wanting to call Bai Haorui to ask about the situation, but he paused when his fingertips touched the phone - the case in the north was bigger, Bai Haorui must be too busy, and he and Sam could handle this little thing.
On a suburban road late at night, a blood bank transport truck was suddenly forced to stop by a car crossing the middle of the road. As soon as the driver honked the horn, several black figures rushed down and smashed the windows. The driver struggled in horror. "Stop! Let me go!"
His throat was torn apart by sharp claws, and blood splattered on the driver's seat.
The shadows removed the blood bags from the car and quickly disappeared into the night, leaving only the empty car leaning on the roadside.
This is not sporadic hunting, but an organized reserve - Alpha's army is hoarding food and grass.
The light in the bar was dim, the resident singer sang vampire rock hoarsely on the stage, and the audience was filled with boys and girls wearing black clothes and heavy makeup.
Dean and Sam were sitting at the bar, with two glasses of beer in front of them. Dean glanced around the room and sneered, "Okay, you've found the right place for the goth girl you want. Do you think that if she goes to the beach dressed like that, will the rubber clothes stick to her body?"
Sam couldn't help but laugh, and then stopped it quickly. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly spoke, with a hint of unnoticeable regret in his tone, like fragments lingering in the depths of his soul. "When was the last time we drank beer together?"
Dean was stunned for a moment, and his heart suddenly softened. Just as he was about to answer, Sam suddenly raised his chin and pointed diagonally across. "Over there."
Dean looked over, and saw a boy talking in the girl's ear, with his hand on the girl's waist, his gesture was too intimate. "What do you think? Is it the real thing if you flirt hard enough?"
"It's hard to say." Dean glanced at the other side again, "And there's more than one, three suspects, and we only have two."
As soon as he finished speaking, another man walked over, kissed one of the suspects in the ear. Dean raised his eyebrows. "Okay, there are two left now."
At this time Sam saw the boy walking towards the back door of the bar with the girl in his arms, and immediately stood up. "One of them is leaving."
"Okay, you go and talk to that 'Efron', I'll take care of this 'Bieber'." Dean took a sip of beer, and the two of them split up.
The boy pressed the girl against the wall, lowered his head to her neck, and pretended to have a low and hoarse voice. "Are you sure, baby? Are you ready to fall into eternity with me?"
The girl was so excited that she trembled all over, closed her eyes and raised her head. "Oh my god, of course."
Just as the boy was about to open his mouth, someone suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. Dean threw him against the wall and waved to the girl. "Let's go! Get out of here quickly!"
The girl screamed in fright, turned around and ran away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" The boy struggled with anger and fear.
"Open your mouth!" Dean pinched his chin and forced him to open his mouth. When he saw the plastic fake fangs in his mouth, he immediately became angry. "Take them off! Take them off quickly! How old are you twelve years old? Are you wearing sequins?"
"I... I just did this to pick up girls, man!" The boy was about to cry.
Dean was stunned. "Is it useful?"
The boy nodded quickly.
"It's really yours." Dean sneered and let go of him, "Okay, get out of here, hurry up. Also, remember to wear a condom."
As if he had received amnesty, the boy turned around and ran away.
Dean shook his head and was about to leave when a deep male voice suddenly came from behind him. "You are quite good-looking."
Dean turned around and saw a tall Eastern Europe man standing in the shadow, it was Boris. He frowned and said with a bit of impatience in his tone, "What did you say? I'm sorry, brother, I don't like you."
Boris suddenly laughed and rushed over.
Dean only felt a huge force coming over him. He hit the wall and the air in his lungs was knocked out. Just as he was about to draw the knife, his wrist was tightly grasped, Bones was about to be crushed. Boris's fangs pierced the side of his neck, and cold venom mixed with vampire blood rushed into his blood vessels.
Dean grunted in pain, and his vision began to blur. He vaguely saw Sam standing at the entrance of the alley. He was holding a knife, and his steps stopped in place. He did not rush forward, but stood quietly in the shadows, his eyes as calm as if he was observing an experiment. It was not until Boris let go and was about to retreat that he shouted out and rushed over with the knife raised.