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Fine, let's start. You first. 

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Can't think...

Dean grimaced at the decapitated head of the now-dead vampire.

"God, I hate 'em."

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Phail. 

Markus walked down the street with a long, black coat on. His hands were tucked into the pockets. Beside him was Zaou, who was running his mouth off. The Native was talking about a night club, but Markus was bearly listening. He was too buisy concentrating on containing his thirst. Finally, he had enough; "Gah! Native, just shut your damn mouth!" As he snapped at his friend, his fangs were barely visible even though his eyes were glowing brightly.

Zaou recoiled. About to say something back, he noticed that his friend was seriously thirsty. His eyes shining with worry, he stopped Markus. "Dude, when was the last time you fed?" he asked in an undertone.

Markus shrugged. "Three months ago," he said, his voice starting to sound raspy. 

The Native sighed. "Too long, Greek!" he snapped back at Markus. Markus stiffened and shoved Zaou away from him before he continued walking. "Dude! Where are you going?" Zaou cried after his friend.

"That night club you were talking about," Markus called back over his shoulder. Zaou sighed then ran to catch-up to his friend. Nothing could sway Markus when he made a decision out of thirst.

Sam laughed, shaking his head.

"Is they're anything besides bacon cheeseburgers and families you don't hate?"

"Yes, but it's quite obvious." Dean grinned, as they head for the Impala.

"Wait, dude, I think they're vampires here." Sam stuttered, his head pounding. 

((Haha. Sorry guys.

Dang, ChanceyPoo knows Jayden. I'mma just put my Vampire up and play Jayden as well. x3 I'm lazy today. ))

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Wow, Paige xD 

Markus walked p*censored*ed Dean and Sam without really looking at them. But he froze once getting pas-sed them before walking on again. Glancing over his shoulder, he got a good look at them. His glowing crimson eyes blinked once. Then he noticed Zaou. "Are you coming or not, Native?" he asked.

Zaou narrowed his eyes. "You go. My legs are hating the *censored* out of me at the moment. And I'm not hungry anways," he said, rubbing the rope that had been twisted around his right arm.

Markus shrugged one shoulder. "Fine. Meet you later," he said, walking further away from his friend and the two brothers.

Dean froze, his body tightening as he recognized the vampires.

"Son of a b!tch..." He muttered, grabbing his machete.

"What?" Sam asked. "Those two.. Markus Taen and Zaou Scar. Old 'friends'" 

Zaou jumped slightly at the sound of brothers' voices. Then he glanced at Sam and Dean before tilting his head. "And you know our names, how?" he asked slowly, choosing each word with care.

"Let's just say me and Mark used to be friends." Dean growled out slowly, dropping his weapon.

"But, I can't kill either of you." 

Zaou furrowed his brows together. "He's never mentioned you. In fact, he's never mentioned being friends with any mortal he didn't count as a meal," he said, turning away from the two as he placed one hand on his hip and used the other to lightly scratch his chin.

"Oh, so now he feeds form Humans?" Dean sputtered, dropping his beer.

"That's means the deal's off." He growled, stalking in the direction of Markus with a sword in his hand. 

Zaou jumped again. "What deal?" he asked Sam, clearly confused. Not letting a chance for Sam to answer, he asked himself; "Why am I the only one in the dark about this?"

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Markus stopped, sensing somebody coming at him. Tilting his head, he glanced back at the way he had came. He was mildly curious on who it was and stood still.

Sam looked to Zaou, a pained ex
pression on his face.

"Tell me first. Do you drink human blood?"

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Dean's rage showed on his face, as he stopped behind Markus.

"Why hello there Mark. Long time no see." 

"Not in a long while, but animal blood isn't long-lasting," Zaou said. Then he licked his lips. "Man, just thinking about it is making me hungry."

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The albino turned around to face Dean. He noticed the rage on his face and the Greek flashed a small smile. His fangs showing ever-so-slightly. "Long time indeed," Markus agreed, his voice starting to take on a slight Greek accent.

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((Sorreh))

Sam sighed, his body relaxing. "Well, Dean and Markus used to be like best friends. Then one day Dad took us out on a hunting trip. Vampires. The vampire ended up being Mark. Dean pleaded with dad, saying he wasn't a monster. Dad complied, stating that as long as Markus drank anything but human blood, he wouldn't be killed. Dad being dead, finding this out set Dean off the edge." Sam shook his head.

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"You broke the deal, Mark."