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OPHELIA had a set back, and that is what got her in a terrible situation.
She had been shopping for a few things so that Bella and her could surprise Charlie with an amazing dinner, when she had heard someone talk about her and Jasper. At first, she was going to ignore them, but they had made many comments on who she was just using him for money, sex, and that he had gave in to her pathetic attempts, and now that is the reason he and the rest of the Cullen's left.
Usually, she would've let those comments roll right off her back, but the nightmares had started up again for some reason, and she also hadn't ate all day. So, instead of being the bigger person, she walked up to the girl, compelled her to meet her outside in the alley. And once no one was paying attention — that she thought of — she made her way to the human, and began feeding on her.
It was a normal feeding until she got shot in the back.
Groaning, she looked the girl in the eyes and compelled her, "Leave and forget this ever happened." Once the girl was out of sight, she turned around slowly, wiping the blood off from her lips. She simply rose an eyebrow as she saw the two 'FBI agents'. "Hello, darlings." She wiggled her fingers in a hello manner.
"Why the hell is the dead man's blood not working?!" Dean had shouted at his brother as Ophelia advanced on them slowly, almost tauntingly.
"I don't know!"
Together, Sam and Dean shot at Ophelia a few more times — a few times being about two dozen times. She was barley fazed by the bullets seeing as she kept walking towards them, her smirk turning into a scowl of annoyance.
"You two can stop now," she told them and fake-yawned. "It's getting kind of old now." She zoomed towards them, and didn't expect to be stabbed in the stomach by a pretty weird looking knife. She looked down and then back up at Dean who had done it. "I thought we had something special, sweetheart." Something then hit her head harshly and she collapsed, the last thing she saw was the two brothers standing over her.
When she had awoken from her slumber, she lifted her head up to see herself in a motel room, the same one she had spent time in with Dean. She smirked as she saw the brother's approach her, and she wiggled her hands, realizing that they had tied them behind her. She was also strapped pretty tightly onto a chair which wasn't that comfortable.
"What the hell are you?" Dean asked her, his voice raspy and full of anger. He couldn't believe that he slept with a monster — twice! He never hated his judgement this moment. He should've known.
She tilted her head up at him. "I thought it was obvious," she simply said, "I'm a vampire, duh." She rolled her eyes.
Sam sighed and placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, the older of the two breathing in deeply. "I think what he means is; how did the dead man's blood not work on you?"
