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The third chapter is done and done ~
It's a bit longer than the previous ones, and they are probably going to start getting longer from this point on.

Words: 4470
Amount of pages: 7

Enjoy ~ ^^
PS: If you're wondering where Yamis wing-like tattoo went: He doesn't have it yet in this part of the story.
Just a little trivia. c:

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It was getting late, and the darkness had already set. There were no birds to be heard, only a few cars passing somewhere in the distance now and then. Walking through the set of trees, Rayle and Yami kept their mouths shut. The church up ahead had a flickering light from the tower of the church, in the circular window. It was an old church, looking like it was at least 200-300 years of age. The walls were almost broken down, it was made of brick and stone with wooden pillars and the glass panes were just plain blank without any sort of figurines on them. The wind made a low howl throughout the wooding, and the branches from the closest trees gave it a rhythm.

Rayle walked up front while Yami was following behind him. He had to admit, the church alone was creepy but having his new partner walking silently behind him was creepier. He cleared his throat silently, and walked up the old stairs. The stairs themselves were made of brick, and Rayle praised himself lucky that they weren’t century old wood planks. He’d probably alert the Vampire residing within right away, though the chances of him already knowing they were there were big.

The vampire they were going after were one of the oldest. Rayle had bumped into him once before and secretly he was happy that he didn’t have to take him on alone because the last time he was up against him it hadn’t ended in his favour.
His name was Dean, and he had no known last name. But among the other vampires he was often known as “Thunder”. The reason why was unknown, but Rayle wouldn’t put it passed him that it was because he was loud when talking. It seemed like he really liked the sound of his own voice. Dean had a younger brother called Daniel, and the two weren’t usually apart as they tag-teamed a lot. The last time Rayle had seen Dean, Daniel was with him. Most likely he was the reason why he couldn’t win against them, but they were both strong.
Dean also had a slight fetish for sucking people’s blood during sex. Go figure.

Yami walked around the building, and Rayle felt a little relieved that he wasn’t sneaking behind him anymore. The door up front was not closed, it was hanging on the doorframe, and there was a little gap that allowed Rayle to creep through without any trouble. There were no form of movement inside the church that he could tell, and the aisle was completely wrecked. The benches were either on top of each other or they were broken. There were stairs to his left right as he got in the door leading up to a second floor and the tower. He bit his lip, and decided to ascend the stairs.

Yami walked around the last corner, and noted a sound coming from the back door. His hand hovered over the handle of his knife, and he walked slowly forward. He had heard about Dean, but never met him in person. It was one of the few vampires that had lived as long as him, but they had never crossed paths, until now. A shadow moved from the door, to the nearest tree, and Yami stopped. He observed carefully, before he decided to take the first step.

“If you already know I’m here why do you keep hiding?” he sneered.
“Maybe I need to confirm that you’re alone.” Dean hissed, suddenly standing right behind Yami. He spun around, drawing the knife from its sheath, and tried to stab the figure that was behind him, but as he turned he wasn’t standing there anymore.
“I can hear you from miles away, filthy demon.” Dean uttered, and Yami was unaware of his position. “Your filthy heart gives away your position.” He added, sounding like he was further away.
“Well thank you. I strive to keep it that filthy.” Yami smirked, and stood up straight, not to look nervous. His eyes scanned the area for any sort of movement. None.
“You know, my partners going to get to your nest in no time, and then this place is no longer safe to you.” Yami said, trying to flush him out. Vampires were usually wary of their nests, because normally there were newly turned vampires there, or humans waiting to be devoured.
“You have no partner, you’re alone.” Dean said, with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Alone? What moron would go after the great DEAN alone?” Yami said, emphasizing his name.
“Don’t try to fool me, I know your scheme.” Dean said, standing in front of Yami again, swinging his fist towards him. Yami jumped away just at the last second, and managed to graze Dean’s cheek with the knife as he did. Dean grabbed a hold of Yami, and swung him into the ground. He was quick to jump on top of him, and secure the hand holding the knife.

Rayle got up the stairs, and looked around. The place was filthy, filled with the stench of rotting bodies and blood. Walking further into the room he quickly noticed why. In the corner was a fortification made of planks, bodies and bones. It was held up together making it look like a cave. Rayle covered his nose, and tried to take in as little as possible of the smell. He walked over to the fortification and looked inside. Dead birds were lying within the cracks, and their feathers had been cramped down to some sort of bed. Rayle had seen some weird vampire nests, but this took the cake. Usually they were inside an abandoned diner or something like that; they reeked of blood yes, but were rarely covered with the bodies of the victims as many vampires tore apart their victims while drinking their blood.

He peeked his head through the opening. The stench only got stronger, and he noticed belongings lying here and there. He crouched down, and reached for the closest wallet. Inside was a visa with the picture of a girl no older than 16. He got a little sick, and had to put it down. He stood up, and walked over to one of the windows. He saw Dean and Yami lying on the ground on top of each other, and Dean was holding the knife against Yami’s throat. He was going to kill him, with his own knife. Rayle couldn’t help but stand still for a second or two thinking that it was a good thing. He quickly snapped out of it, and grabbed the gun he had in a holster on his thigh. He screwed on the silencer, and held it out through the crack of the window. He aimed, and took the opportunity when it was given to him.

The bullet soared through the air, and pierced through Dean’s shoulder and into the ground right by Yami’s head. They both completely stopped moving for a couple of seconds. Yami because he thought Rayle had made the miss so close on purpose, and Dean, well… for obvious reasons. He hopped off Yami, and turned his head around to look at the window. Rayle stood still, thinking maybe Dean wouldn’t see him.
“How…” Dean said, standing beside Yami still. “You were alone.” Dean said, turning his gaze towards Yami, who was smiling now.
“That’s where you’re wrong, pal.” He said and sat up.
“But there is no heartbeat.” Dean said, walking towards the church. Yami looked at him, and began to think that something mentally challenged this guy, but stood up the second Dean suddenly disappeared. Damned vampires and their teleporting.

Rayle swallowed when he saw that Dean disappeared. He turned around quickly to see if he was there. When he didn’t see him, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should be relieved or scared. He heard slow breathing, and the smell of blood lit up in the room. He was in here somewhere, but Rayle couldn’t see where he was. He lifted his gun, ready to shoot again.
“What are you?” he could hear echoing in the room. He bit his lip slightly, and although he didn’t want to give away his position, Dean probably already knew that he was standing there.
“What, you don’t remember me?” he said and made sure the safety was off. “We’ve met before, Dean.” He added and tried to track him by smell, but the whole place reeked so badly that he couldn’t quite figure out where he was standing. In half a second Dean was suddenly standing in front of him, and roughly pushed him against the wall causing him to drop the gun in his hand, and a shot went off into the wall. Dean hissed angrily, almost making sure that his fangs were visible to Rayle. The wall creaked the second Rayle hit it and he tried to keep Dean at a distance. Being bit was not on his list of things to do today.
“What are you?” Dean asked again, impatient. “You have no life force.” Rayle looked at him and couldn’t see much passed his fangs.
“Well, excuse me then!” Rayle said and tried to push him off, but Dean was clearly the one with the muscle in their dispute. Dean leant closer to him, and sniffed a couple of times. Rayle made sure to lift his shoulders enough to cover his neck as much as possible. Of course there was no assurance that Dean would not bite him if his neck wasn’t exposed, but Rayle couldn’t think of much other than the fact that he wouldn’t let him bite his neck.
“Rayle!” Yami yelled from the top of the stairs. Dean snapped his head around, and disappeared. Rayle fell under the weight of his own body, and could feel that he was trembling. Yami ran over to him, and stopped a few steps away before sitting down and put his hand on Rayle’s knee.
“You ok?” he asked quickly, and looked around a little.
“I’m… I’m fine, go outside, and check where he went!” Rayle said a little stressed that Dean would get away. Yami just looked at him for a couple of seconds, but nodded and ran back down again.

They searched the premise for a couple of hours, but couldn’t find any signs of him still being there. Rayle had retrieved his gun, and they were on their way back to the hotel.

“Say, when you shot Dean…” Yami said, and looked slightly at Rayle’s gun. “Were you trying to hit me too?” he added.
“You? No, why would I ever?” Rayle said sarcastically, slightly annoyed that Dean got away.
“So you were trying to hit me.” Yami said, and grabbed a hold of Rayle’s shoulder to turn him around. Rayle quickly brushed Yami’s hand off him.
“It’s not my fault that your head was only 10 centimetres from his shoulder, now was it?!” Rayle said pissed that Yami had touched him. “I wasn’t trying to hit you, you just happened to be a bit closer than you should’ve been.” Rayle turned around, and walked a bit faster to not walk beside Yami, who was standing still behind him. He smirked slightly.
“Someone is in need of anger management.” He said aware that Rayle wouldn’t hear him.

After a long agonizing phone call to Sam, Rayle had finally hung up and was now lying on the bed. The plane that took them here couldn’t pick them up until the next day, and therefore they had to be together in this room for 8 more hours. He growled low to himself and turned in the bed. At least Yami wasn’t there right now. He had gone down to the bar, but Rayle hadn’t bothered to ask why or when he would be back. He couldn’t care less, as long as he didn’t come back drunk. He decided that he would take shower to wash of the stench from the church that had stuck to his hair. That was a positive thing about being stuck at a hotel, the showers were nice. He took his clothes off, and checked twice that he had locked the door. He walked into the shower, and turned on the water. He grabbed the shampoo bottle instantly after letting the water soak his hair, and then rubbed it throughout his head to make sure that everything was covered before he washed it out. He then took the body soap and cleaned himself, rubbing thoroughly to get the smell of blood and rotting bodies off his skin. He stood still for 5 minutes just to feel the sensation of the water running over his bare skin. It was comforting, almost like standing outside in rain. He sighed, and turned off the water. He turned around, only to stare right into a familiar face. Startled, he slipped on the shower floor, and fell on his ass. He looked up, almost expecting to see Yami standing there, and had made ready something to yell at him, but the person standing there wasn’t Yami. It was Dean.

“D-Dean.” Rayle said, swallowing before he bit down on his teeth trying to conceal that he was a bit frightened.
His clothes seemed dirtier than when he’d seen him earlier that day, and it was primarily due to the bloodstain on his shoulder. He crouched down to sit face to face with Rayle, and stared right into his eyes. He didn’t seem happy.

“Filth.” Dean said, as a response to hearing his name. Rayle clenched his jaw slightly.
“What do you want?” he managed to say, meeting his stare. Dean suddenly grabbed a hold of Rayle’s throat, who just as quickly grabbed his arm to make him let go. He lifted his feet to keep distance between them in case Dean had decided that his blood suddenly seemed tasty.
“Let go of me, you asshole!” Rayle grunted, and tightened his grip.
“You listen to me, filth.” Dean said calm, and pulled Rayle up close. “How dare you attack my nest?” he hissed, and his teeth were visible. “How dare you, filth like you drive me out of there?” Rayle only stared back at him, he didn’t answer. Not that he had an answer, but he probably wouldn’t have answered even if he had one. Dean took his free hand up to his own shoulder to where his gunshot wound was. He tightened the grip around Rayle’s throat again.
“Most of all, how dare you wound me?” He snarled, sounding like a wild animal. He let go of his throat and grabbed his jaw, squeezing to open his mouth. Rayle struggled, and put his hand on Dean’s shoulder to push him back. He tried sounding out “Let me go” but it sounded more like. “Lee ee go”.
“This will be your punishment although you already have one mark.” Dean smirked, hinting to the tattoo Rayle had on the right side of his throat. Suddenly he shoved his elbow into Rayle’s mouth, pushing roughly against his teeth in order to make his fangs poke through his skin.
“Mmf!” Rayle shouted, and put his foot on Dean’s stomach and kicked him backwards, causing him to fall and break the glass door on the shower. Rayle bent forwards and started coughing. He spat, and his stomach cramped trying to throw up what wasn’t there. Dean chuckled, and got on his feet. “It’s too late. You should be well aware that the blood of my kind spreads like poison.” He said, calm and well aware that he had won. “I will check up on you sometime, filth.” He said, and it was as if he slightly faded toward the end of his sentence, and then he was completely gone. Rayle looked up, and averted his gaze to the floor again when his stomach cramped again. Nothing came up, only mere coughing noises.

He sat like that for ten minutes before he got the strength to get back up on his feet. He stumbled out of the shower stepping on to the glass shards before flailing like an idiot to jump against the nearest wall. He stared a couple of minutes at the shards before he cussed angrily, and grabbed a towel to wrap it around his waist. Shivering, he started to pick up the broken glass shards.

Yami stared at the bottom of his glass. The bar was loud, and there were drunken people all over the place. The bartender was cleaning a glass, and shaking her head looking out on the crowd. She had talked a little to Yami other than mixing his drinks, but he wasn’t very interested in taking it any further. Which seemed a little weird to him, he always went to bars for that sole purpose. It might seem shallow to some people, but he didn’t really care about what people thought of him, as long as he got what he wanted. He was shallow, he had to admit.

Yami picked up his glass, and lifted it slightly to signalize that he wanted a refill. The lady behind the disk nodded, and grabbed a few bottles again filling his glass. He looked down on the liquid, and started to think about earlier. Dean had slipped through their fingers, and it was just as much his fault as it was Rayle’s. Usually it was his partner’s faults, and not his. If he just had snapped his neck when Dean was in his grasp they wouldn’t have this problem. Now they had to be on the lookout for where Dean had headed to next. And they had to prepare differently because of the defeat they had suffered. He clenched his fist around the glass. He was not interested in thinking about a lousy vampire when he had his free time. He’d much rather have fun with some random girl that he was never going to see again, but he wasn’t in the mood to flirt. He emptied the glass, put money on the counter and walked out of the bar. He was walking slightly wobbly, but he managed not to crash into people or things. He went straight for the elevator, and took it up to the floor of their hotel room.

The lights were off and the room was cold. Yami stumbled through the door, and fell when he tried to untie his shoes. He grunted lowly, and pulled his shoes off. He got up on all fours, and started crawling towards the beds instead of walking. Rayle was lying in his bed, presumably asleep. He was turned with his back against the room, and hadn’t turned around to check the racket so Yami assumed that he was sleeping. He smirked a bit to himself, and crawled over to the bed, before climbing into it and lying down behind Rayle. When he didn’t turn around to claw his eyes out, Yami threw his arm around him, and snuggled his face in his hair.
“Good night.” He mumbled, and put the blanket over himself.

Rayle grunted silently, and turned in the bed. The carpet was unusually heavy by his hip, but he didn’t open his eyes. He was too tired. 6? Or maybe 7 sleeping pills had he taken before going to bed and the effect hadn’t worn off yet. He suddenly became wary of the smell of vodka. And it was breathing, right in front of his face. He opened his eyes quickly, and Yami was lying there in front of him, his arm carefully tucked around Rayle’s hip to his back. Their feet were entwined, and his face was dangerously close. Rayle took a couple of seconds to gaze at his sleeping face, before lifting his foot and shoving Yami out of the bed and onto the floor.
“Ow!” A low grunt followed the thump that sounded when Yami’s body hit the floor. Follow by tired moans, Yami clumsily sat up. “What the hell was that for?” he said grumpy, having been torn out of his sleep.

“Why the bloody hell were you lying in my bed?!” Rayle shouted. Yami snorted, and lied down on the floor again with his back towards him.
“Why do you have to be so angry early in the morning?” Yami complained, and wanted to go back to sleep. Rayle merely stared at him, and wanted to snap and punch his face in, but refrained from doing so. He grunted offended, and walked into the bathroom. The broken glass shards from the shower were in the garbage, and he had fixed a couple of dollars to leave behind for repairs. He brushed his teeth, and quickly got dressed. His back was slightly aching, and he rubbed it a bit. Opening the door to go out, he saw that Yami was still lying on the floor and had fallen asleep again. Rayle looked at the time, and walked over to him. He kicked his side. Yami grunted, and turned over on his back.

“The plane leaves in 2 hours, you sod. Get up.” Rayle practically commanded. Yami grunted as a reply. Rayle stared at him. He had stubbles, and he was lying there like he’d been out on the town for three weeks.
“You look like a hobo.” Rayle stated, and pushed against him again with his foot. “Would you wake up? We’re leaving soon.” Yami snorted, and grabbed Rayle’s foot.
“Stop pushing me.” He said grumpy. Rayle pulled his foot loose in an almost panicking manner.
“Then get up, you’re wasting time.” He said annoyed, and walked into the kitchen to whip together a cup of tea. He put water on the heater, and put a teabag in the cup. Yami slowly sat up and stared grumpy at him before he lazily stood up and walked into the bathroom. Seconds later Rayle heard the water running from the shower. Had he not noticed the broken door? Or did he simply not care?

Half an hour had passed, and the water was still running. Rayle began to wonder whether or not he had fallen asleep in there. Rayle himself had packed his bags, and was ready to leave. Their cab was picking them up in an hour or so, and he liked being on time for travels back as they couldn’t come quick enough. He walked over to the door, and started knocking.
“Are you alive in there?” he asked. There was no response, and he knocked again and a silent grump was heard. “Are you done soon? The cab is coming in an hour.” Rayle complained.
“Then let it come.” Yami practically shouted. Rayle backed away slightly and felt a shortage in the air intake. He took his hand slowly down, and walked back to the kitchen. For some reason he felt like he’d done something wrong. He scoffed at himself, and sat down on a chair. He pricked his fingers on the empty cup for 10 minutes before Yami stomped out of the bathroom.
“Why are you in such a fucking hurry?” he said grumpy. Rayle didn’t look at him; he just kept looking at the cup and didn’t answer. Yami was probably hung over from yesterday. He walked over to the kitchen where Rayle was sitting, and stopped by the cupboards. “Is there any coffee here?” he asked grumpy. Rayle lifted his shoulders as an answer. “But you have tea don’t you? What, you just neglected to see the rest of the shelf?” he asked angry. Rayle sighed.
“I didn’t check, ok, I wasn’t aware that your coffee cravings were this severe after you’ve drowned yourself in alcohol.” He stated, and picked his cup up, wiggling it around a little. Yami just glared at him, and opened the door to the cupboard to look for it himself. He slightly cussed while looking, and slapped the box on the bench when he took it out. He took the water left from when Rayle made himself tea, and heated it up again.
“How long was it until the cab is here?” Yami asked, sounding tired.
“About an hour.” Rayle answered, slightly afraid that he’d be hung up-side-down if he didn’t. Yami cussed again, and began mixing the coffee powder. He stirred around in the cup, and turned his back to the bench. He looked at Rayle’s back and sipped slightly from the cup. He bit his lip, and looked at his neck.

“An hour, eh?” he almost whispered. He put down his cup and silently walked up behind Rayle. He then lent down slightly putting his arms on the table on either side.
“An hour is plenty of time to do some catching up, isn’t it?” he whispered slightly in Rayle’s ear. Rayle froze the second he noticed Yami’s arms caging him in.
“… Get away from me.” Rayle said silently, his voice slightly shaking. Yami smirked a bit.
“Why don’t you tell me about how you got back to the states?” he asked. Rayle froze completely. “And how you got back up on your feet again? That must’ve been hard.” Yami said, using a playful tone of voice. Rayle was about to stand up, but felt Yami’s arms press him down.
“Oh don’t leave now, we have some catching up to do!” he said, this time he wasn’t using a playful tone, it had turned into a dominant one. “You know, I went back to the warehouse I kept you in to see if you were still kicking, but you weren’t there.” He continued. “In fact, almost all the documents were missing as well.” Rayle began shivering slightly, wanting to get out of the cage that he had created with his arms. “I guess you were rescued by a S.W.A.T. team sent to gather intelligence or something.” He said, almost disappointed. “But weren’t you sent to a mental hospital after that? Or was it an asylum? I don’t really recall.” He said, and lent a bit closer. “And then Sam offered you a way out. So cute.” He said a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. Rayle bit his lip. “I bet you’d be all over him if he wasn’t married.” Rayle abruptly rose from the chair, causing Yami to take a few steps back. He knocked over the chair as he walked to where the shoes were standing. He quickly put them on and threw his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his jacket.
“I’m going to wait for the taxi downstairs.” He said angry, and walked out of the room. Yami just looked a bit at the door after Rayle had slammed it shut before he chuckled to himself and grabbed his coffee mug. He took a sip from the cup and nodded slightly. “Charming.”

Description
The third chapter is done and done ~
It's a bit longer than the previous ones, and they are probably going to start getting longer from this point on.

Words: 4470
Amount of pages: 7

Enjoy ~ ^^
PS: If you're wondering where Yamis wing-like tattoo went: He doesn't have it yet in this part of the story.
Just a little trivia. c:

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It was getting late, and the darkness had already set. There were no birds to be heard, only a few cars passing somewhere in the distance now and then. Walking through the set of trees, Rayle and Yami kept their mouths shut. The church up ahead had a flickering light from the tower of the church, in the circular window. It was an old church, looking like it was at least 200-300 years of age. The walls were almost broken down, it was made of brick and stone with wooden pillars and the glass panes were just plain blank without any sort of figurines on them. The wind made a low howl throughout the wooding, and the branches from the closest trees gave it a rhythm.

Rayle walked up front while Yami was following behind him. He had to admit, the church alone was creepy but having his new partner walking silently behind him was creepier. He cleared his throat silently, and walked up the old stairs. The stairs themselves were made of brick, and Rayle praised himself lucky that they weren’t century old wood planks. He’d probably alert the Vampire residing within right away, though the chances of him already knowing they were there were big.

The vampire they were going after were one of the oldest. Rayle had bumped into him once before and secretly he was happy that he didn’t have to take him on alone because the last time he was up against him it hadn’t ended in his favour.
His name was Dean, and he had no known last name. But among the other vampires he was often known as “Thunder”. The reason why was unknown, but Rayle wouldn’t put it passed him that it was because he was loud when talking. It seemed like he really liked the sound of his own voice. Dean had a younger brother called Daniel, and the two weren’t usually apart as they tag-teamed a lot. The last time Rayle had seen Dean, Daniel was with him. Most likely he was the reason why he couldn’t win against them, but they were both strong.
Dean also had a slight fetish for sucking people’s blood during sex. Go figure.

Yami walked around the building, and Rayle felt a little relieved that he wasn’t sneaking behind him anymore. The door up front was not closed, it was hanging on the doorframe, and there was a little gap that allowed Rayle to creep through without any trouble. There were no form of movement inside the church that he could tell, and the aisle was completely wrecked. The benches were either on top of each other or they were broken. There were stairs to his left right as he got in the door leading up to a second floor and the tower. He bit his lip, and decided to ascend the stairs.

Yami walked around the last corner, and noted a sound coming from the back door. His hand hovered over the handle of his knife, and he walked slowly forward. He had heard about Dean, but never met him in person. It was one of the few vampires that had lived as long as him, but they had never crossed paths, until now. A shadow moved from the door, to the nearest tree, and Yami stopped. He observed carefully, before he decided to take the first step.

“If you already know I’m here why do you keep hiding?” he sneered.
“Maybe I need to confirm that you’re alone.” Dean hissed, suddenly standing right behind Yami. He spun around, drawing the knife from its sheath, and tried to stab the figure that was behind him, but as he turned he wasn’t standing there anymore.
“I can hear you from miles away, filthy demon.” Dean uttered, and Yami was unaware of his position. “Your filthy heart gives away your position.” He added, sounding like he was further away.
“Well thank you. I strive to keep it that filthy.” Yami smirked, and stood up straight, not to look nervous. His eyes scanned the area for any sort of movement. None.
“You know, my partners going to get to your nest in no time, and then this place is no longer safe to you.” Yami said, trying to flush him out. Vampires were usually wary of their nests, because normally there were newly turned vampires there, or humans waiting to be devoured.
“You have no partner, you’re alone.” Dean said, with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice.
“Alone? What moron would go after the great DEAN alone?” Yami said, emphasizing his name.
“Don’t try to fool me, I know your scheme.” Dean said, standing in front of Yami again, swinging his fist towards him. Yami jumped away just at the last second, and managed to graze Dean’s cheek with the knife as he did. Dean grabbed a hold of Yami, and swung him into the ground. He was quick to jump on top of him, and secure the hand holding the knife.

Rayle got up the stairs, and looked around. The place was filthy, filled with the stench of rotting bodies and blood. Walking further into the room he quickly noticed why. In the corner was a fortification made of planks, bodies and bones. It was held up together making it look like a cave. Rayle covered his nose, and tried to take in as little as possible of the smell. He walked over to the fortification and looked inside. Dead birds were lying within the cracks, and their feathers had been cramped down to some sort of bed. Rayle had seen some weird vampire nests, but this took the cake. Usually they were inside an abandoned diner or something like that; they reeked of blood yes, but were rarely covered with the bodies of the victims as many vampires tore apart their victims while drinking their blood.

He peeked his head through the opening. The stench only got stronger, and he noticed belongings lying here and there. He crouched down, and reached for the closest wallet. Inside was a visa with the picture of a girl no older than 16. He got a little sick, and had to put it down. He stood up, and walked over to one of the windows. He saw Dean and Yami lying on the ground on top of each other, and Dean was holding the knife against Yami’s throat. He was going to kill him, with his own knife. Rayle couldn’t help but stand still for a second or two thinking that it was a good thing. He quickly snapped out of it, and grabbed the gun he had in a holster on his thigh. He screwed on the silencer, and held it out through the crack of the window. He aimed, and took the opportunity when it was given to him.

The bullet soared through the air, and pierced through Dean’s shoulder and into the ground right by Yami’s head. They both completely stopped moving for a couple of seconds. Yami because he thought Rayle had made the miss so close on purpose, and Dean, well… for obvious reasons. He hopped off Yami, and turned his head around to look at the window. Rayle stood still, thinking maybe Dean wouldn’t see him.
“How…” Dean said, standing beside Yami still. “You were alone.” Dean said, turning his gaze towards Yami, who was smiling now.
“That’s where you’re wrong, pal.” He said and sat up.
“But there is no heartbeat.” Dean said, walking towards the church. Yami looked at him, and began to think that something mentally challenged this guy, but stood up the second Dean suddenly disappeared. Damned vampires and their teleporting.

Rayle swallowed when he saw that Dean disappeared. He turned around quickly to see if he was there. When he didn’t see him, he wasn’t sure whether or not he should be relieved or scared. He heard slow breathing, and the smell of blood lit up in the room. He was in here somewhere, but Rayle couldn’t see where he was. He lifted his gun, ready to shoot again.
“What are you?” he could hear echoing in the room. He bit his lip slightly, and although he didn’t want to give away his position, Dean probably already knew that he was standing there.
“What, you don’t remember me?” he said and made sure the safety was off. “We’ve met before, Dean.” He added and tried to track him by smell, but the whole place reeked so badly that he couldn’t quite figure out where he was standing. In half a second Dean was suddenly standing in front of him, and roughly pushed him against the wall causing him to drop the gun in his hand, and a shot went off into the wall. Dean hissed angrily, almost making sure that his fangs were visible to Rayle. The wall creaked the second Rayle hit it and he tried to keep Dean at a distance. Being bit was not on his list of things to do today.
“What are you?” Dean asked again, impatient. “You have no life force.” Rayle looked at him and couldn’t see much passed his fangs.
“Well, excuse me then!” Rayle said and tried to push him off, but Dean was clearly the one with the muscle in their dispute. Dean leant closer to him, and sniffed a couple of times. Rayle made sure to lift his shoulders enough to cover his neck as much as possible. Of course there was no assurance that Dean would not bite him if his neck wasn’t exposed, but Rayle couldn’t think of much other than the fact that he wouldn’t let him bite his neck.
“Rayle!” Yami yelled from the top of the stairs. Dean snapped his head around, and disappeared. Rayle fell under the weight of his own body, and could feel that he was trembling. Yami ran over to him, and stopped a few steps away before sitting down and put his hand on Rayle’s knee.
“You ok?” he asked quickly, and looked around a little.
“I’m… I’m fine, go outside, and check where he went!” Rayle said a little stressed that Dean would get away. Yami just looked at him for a couple of seconds, but nodded and ran back down again.

They searched the premise for a couple of hours, but couldn’t find any signs of him still being there. Rayle had retrieved his gun, and they were on their way back to the hotel.

“Say, when you shot Dean…” Yami said, and looked slightly at Rayle’s gun. “Were you trying to hit me too?” he added.
“You? No, why would I ever?” Rayle said sarcastically, slightly annoyed that Dean got away.
“So you were trying to hit me.” Yami said, and grabbed a hold of Rayle’s shoulder to turn him around. Rayle quickly brushed Yami’s hand off him.
“It’s not my fault that your head was only 10 centimetres from his shoulder, now was it?!” Rayle said pissed that Yami had touched him. “I wasn’t trying to hit you, you just happened to be a bit closer than you should’ve been.” Rayle turned around, and walked a bit faster to not walk beside Yami, who was standing still behind him. He smirked slightly.
“Someone is in need of anger management.” He said aware that Rayle wouldn’t hear him.

After a long agonizing phone call to Sam, Rayle had finally hung up and was now lying on the bed. The plane that took them here couldn’t pick them up until the next day, and therefore they had to be together in this room for 8 more hours. He growled low to himself and turned in the bed. At least Yami wasn’t there right now. He had gone down to the bar, but Rayle hadn’t bothered to ask why or when he would be back. He couldn’t care less, as long as he didn’t come back drunk. He decided that he would take shower to wash of the stench from the church that had stuck to his hair. That was a positive thing about being stuck at a hotel, the showers were nice. He took his clothes off, and checked twice that he had locked the door. He walked into the shower, and turned on the water. He grabbed the shampoo bottle instantly after letting the water soak his hair, and then rubbed it throughout his head to make sure that everything was covered before he washed it out. He then took the body soap and cleaned himself, rubbing thoroughly to get the smell of blood and rotting bodies off his skin. He stood still for 5 minutes just to feel the sensation of the water running over his bare skin. It was comforting, almost like standing outside in rain. He sighed, and turned off the water. He turned around, only to stare right into a familiar face. Startled, he slipped on the shower floor, and fell on his ass. He looked up, almost expecting to see Yami standing there, and had made ready something to yell at him, but the person standing there wasn’t Yami. It was Dean.

“D-Dean.” Rayle said, swallowing before he bit down on his teeth trying to conceal that he was a bit frightened.
His clothes seemed dirtier than when he’d seen him earlier that day, and it was primarily due to the bloodstain on his shoulder. He crouched down to sit face to face with Rayle, and stared right into his eyes. He didn’t seem happy.

“Filth.” Dean said, as a response to hearing his name. Rayle clenched his jaw slightly.
“What do you want?” he managed to say, meeting his stare. Dean suddenly grabbed a hold of Rayle’s throat, who just as quickly grabbed his arm to make him let go. He lifted his feet to keep distance between them in case Dean had decided that his blood suddenly seemed tasty.
“Let go of me, you asshole!” Rayle grunted, and tightened his grip.
“You listen to me, filth.” Dean said calm, and pulled Rayle up close. “How dare you attack my nest?” he hissed, and his teeth were visible. “How dare you, filth like you drive me out of there?” Rayle only stared back at him, he didn’t answer. Not that he had an answer, but he probably wouldn’t have answered even if he had one. Dean took his free hand up to his own shoulder to where his gunshot wound was. He tightened the grip around Rayle’s throat again.
“Most of all, how dare you wound me?” He snarled, sounding like a wild animal. He let go of his throat and grabbed his jaw, squeezing to open his mouth. Rayle struggled, and put his hand on Dean’s shoulder to push him back. He tried sounding out “Let me go” but it sounded more like. “Lee ee go”.
“This will be your punishment although you already have one mark.” Dean smirked, hinting to the tattoo Rayle had on the right side of his throat. Suddenly he shoved his elbow into Rayle’s mouth, pushing roughly against his teeth in order to make his fangs poke through his skin.
“Mmf!” Rayle shouted, and put his foot on Dean’s stomach and kicked him backwards, causing him to fall and break the glass door on the shower. Rayle bent forwards and started coughing. He spat, and his stomach cramped trying to throw up what wasn’t there. Dean chuckled, and got on his feet. “It’s too late. You should be well aware that the blood of my kind spreads like poison.” He said, calm and well aware that he had won. “I will check up on you sometime, filth.” He said, and it was as if he slightly faded toward the end of his sentence, and then he was completely gone. Rayle looked up, and averted his gaze to the floor again when his stomach cramped again. Nothing came up, only mere coughing noises.

He sat like that for ten minutes before he got the strength to get back up on his feet. He stumbled out of the shower stepping on to the glass shards before flailing like an idiot to jump against the nearest wall. He stared a couple of minutes at the shards before he cussed angrily, and grabbed a towel to wrap it around his waist. Shivering, he started to pick up the broken glass shards.

Yami stared at the bottom of his glass. The bar was loud, and there were drunken people all over the place. The bartender was cleaning a glass, and shaking her head looking out on the crowd. She had talked a little to Yami other than mixing his drinks, but he wasn’t very interested in taking it any further. Which seemed a little weird to him, he always went to bars for that sole purpose. It might seem shallow to some people, but he didn’t really care about what people thought of him, as long as he got what he wanted. He was shallow, he had to admit.

Yami picked up his glass, and lifted it slightly to signalize that he wanted a refill. The lady behind the disk nodded, and grabbed a few bottles again filling his glass. He looked down on the liquid, and started to think about earlier. Dean had slipped through their fingers, and it was just as much his fault as it was Rayle’s. Usually it was his partner’s faults, and not his. If he just had snapped his neck when Dean was in his grasp they wouldn’t have this problem. Now they had to be on the lookout for where Dean had headed to next. And they had to prepare differently because of the defeat they had suffered. He clenched his fist around the glass. He was not interested in thinking about a lousy vampire when he had his free time. He’d much rather have fun with some random girl that he was never going to see again, but he wasn’t in the mood to flirt. He emptied the glass, put money on the counter and walked out of the bar. He was walking slightly wobbly, but he managed not to crash into people or things. He went straight for the elevator, and took it up to the floor of their hotel room.

The lights were off and the room was cold. Yami stumbled through the door, and fell when he tried to untie his shoes. He grunted lowly, and pulled his shoes off. He got up on all fours, and started crawling towards the beds instead of walking. Rayle was lying in his bed, presumably asleep. He was turned with his back against the room, and hadn’t turned around to check the racket so Yami assumed that he was sleeping. He smirked a bit to himself, and crawled over to the bed, before climbing into it and lying down behind Rayle. When he didn’t turn around to claw his eyes out, Yami threw his arm around him, and snuggled his face in his hair.
“Good night.” He mumbled, and put the blanket over himself.

Rayle grunted silently, and turned in the bed. The carpet was unusually heavy by his hip, but he didn’t open his eyes. He was too tired. 6? Or maybe 7 sleeping pills had he taken before going to bed and the effect hadn’t worn off yet. He suddenly became wary of the smell of vodka. And it was breathing, right in front of his face. He opened his eyes quickly, and Yami was lying there in front of him, his arm carefully tucked around Rayle’s hip to his back. Their feet were entwined, and his face was dangerously close. Rayle took a couple of seconds to gaze at his sleeping face, before lifting his foot and shoving Yami out of the bed and onto the floor.
“Ow!” A low grunt followed the thump that sounded when Yami’s body hit the floor. Follow by tired moans, Yami clumsily sat up. “What the hell was that for?” he said grumpy, having been torn out of his sleep.

“Why the bloody hell were you lying in my bed?!” Rayle shouted. Yami snorted, and lied down on the floor again with his back towards him.
“Why do you have to be so angry early in the morning?” Yami complained, and wanted to go back to sleep. Rayle merely stared at him, and wanted to snap and punch his face in, but refrained from doing so. He grunted offended, and walked into the bathroom. The broken glass shards from the shower were in the garbage, and he had fixed a couple of dollars to leave behind for repairs. He brushed his teeth, and quickly got dressed. His back was slightly aching, and he rubbed it a bit. Opening the door to go out, he saw that Yami was still lying on the floor and had fallen asleep again. Rayle looked at the time, and walked over to him. He kicked his side. Yami grunted, and turned over on his back.

“The plane leaves in 2 hours, you sod. Get up.” Rayle practically commanded. Yami grunted as a reply. Rayle stared at him. He had stubbles, and he was lying there like he’d been out on the town for three weeks.
“You look like a hobo.” Rayle stated, and pushed against him again with his foot. “Would you wake up? We’re leaving soon.” Yami snorted, and grabbed Rayle’s foot.
“Stop pushing me.” He said grumpy. Rayle pulled his foot loose in an almost panicking manner.
“Then get up, you’re wasting time.” He said annoyed, and walked into the kitchen to whip together a cup of tea. He put water on the heater, and put a teabag in the cup. Yami slowly sat up and stared grumpy at him before he lazily stood up and walked into the bathroom. Seconds later Rayle heard the water running from the shower. Had he not noticed the broken door? Or did he simply not care?

Half an hour had passed, and the water was still running. Rayle began to wonder whether or not he had fallen asleep in there. Rayle himself had packed his bags, and was ready to leave. Their cab was picking them up in an hour or so, and he liked being on time for travels back as they couldn’t come quick enough. He walked over to the door, and started knocking.
“Are you alive in there?” he asked. There was no response, and he knocked again and a silent grump was heard. “Are you done soon? The cab is coming in an hour.” Rayle complained.
“Then let it come.” Yami practically shouted. Rayle backed away slightly and felt a shortage in the air intake. He took his hand slowly down, and walked back to the kitchen. For some reason he felt like he’d done something wrong. He scoffed at himself, and sat down on a chair. He pricked his fingers on the empty cup for 10 minutes before Yami stomped out of the bathroom.
“Why are you in such a fucking hurry?” he said grumpy. Rayle didn’t look at him; he just kept looking at the cup and didn’t answer. Yami was probably hung over from yesterday. He walked over to the kitchen where Rayle was sitting, and stopped by the cupboards. “Is there any coffee here?” he asked grumpy. Rayle lifted his shoulders as an answer. “But you have tea don’t you? What, you just neglected to see the rest of the shelf?” he asked angry. Rayle sighed.
“I didn’t check, ok, I wasn’t aware that your coffee cravings were this severe after you’ve drowned yourself in alcohol.” He stated, and picked his cup up, wiggling it around a little. Yami just glared at him, and opened the door to the cupboard to look for it himself. He slightly cussed while looking, and slapped the box on the bench when he took it out. He took the water left from when Rayle made himself tea, and heated it up again.
“How long was it until the cab is here?” Yami asked, sounding tired.
“About an hour.” Rayle answered, slightly afraid that he’d be hung up-side-down if he didn’t. Yami cussed again, and began mixing the coffee powder. He stirred around in the cup, and turned his back to the bench. He looked at Rayle’s back and sipped slightly from the cup. He bit his lip, and looked at his neck.

“An hour, eh?” he almost whispered. He put down his cup and silently walked up behind Rayle. He then lent down slightly putting his arms on the table on either side.
“An hour is plenty of time to do some catching up, isn’t it?” he whispered slightly in Rayle’s ear. Rayle froze the second he noticed Yami’s arms caging him in.
“… Get away from me.” Rayle said silently, his voice slightly shaking. Yami smirked a bit.
“Why don’t you tell me about how you got back to the states?” he asked. Rayle froze completely. “And how you got back up on your feet again? That must’ve been hard.” Yami said, using a playful tone of voice. Rayle was about to stand up, but felt Yami’s arms press him down.
“Oh don’t leave now, we have some catching up to do!” he said, this time he wasn’t using a playful tone, it had turned into a dominant one. “You know, I went back to the warehouse I kept you in to see if you were still kicking, but you weren’t there.” He continued. “In fact, almost all the documents were missing as well.” Rayle began shivering slightly, wanting to get out of the cage that he had created with his arms. “I guess you were rescued by a S.W.A.T. team sent to gather intelligence or something.” He said, almost disappointed. “But weren’t you sent to a mental hospital after that? Or was it an asylum? I don’t really recall.” He said, and lent a bit closer. “And then Sam offered you a way out. So cute.” He said a slight hint of annoyance in his voice. Rayle bit his lip. “I bet you’d be all over him if he wasn’t married.” Rayle abruptly rose from the chair, causing Yami to take a few steps back. He knocked over the chair as he walked to where the shoes were standing. He quickly put them on and threw his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his jacket.
“I’m going to wait for the taxi downstairs.” He said angry, and walked out of the room. Yami just looked a bit at the door after Rayle had slammed it shut before he chuckled to himself and grabbed his coffee mug. He took a sip from the cup and nodded slightly. “Charming.”