The New York Ruller

Dean's POV

I was walking along some road. It was dark and l couldn't see anything farther than ten or fifteen feet away. But l wasn`t afraid of darkness, on the contrary l loved it. I looked right and saw a little cottage. I stopped to look for the way towards the house, walking towards it as I found a little footpath. It was light inside and so l could see people celebrating someone's birthday. At first l didn`t understand whose birthday it was, but then a small girl appeared. She had brown long curly hair and she wore a nice pink dress. Good. Everything bad need to end on her birthday.

As l approached the house l knocked. After a few seconds l heard somebody coming.

"Yes?" A woman said quietly from the closed door. "Who's there?"
"Sorry, ma'am. Do you have something to drink? I'm your neighbor from that house. And l..." I started to explain. "What am l doing?!"

As l said that l hit the door and it fell on the floor. The woman that appeared to be an old lady screamed.

"Shut up!" I pointed at her with my gun without looking at her.
"What the..." She started and never ended.

I walked through the foyer and entered the living room. I don`t remember actually the whole interior, because l didn`t look around. All l saw was the girl. She was sitting on a sofa holding her bear. She had bright blue eyes and rose lips. She was so small and so innocent that l a little bit hesitated. But then her eyes became black.

"Goodbye, sweetie." I said to her and shot.

I woke and sat straight up on a bed, breathing hard. It was 5 am and l was, as always, awake. I ran my hand over the face banishing the sleep. (A little spoiler alert for @The_Dam_Persassy) Every night l had the same nightmares about Hell, or loosing Sam or, as it was now, about my demon period. Every time l was torched by somebody or l torched someone. And l couldn`t handle it. I couldn`t escape those thoughts and nightmares... But what l could was never letting Sam know about these things. As it was now. He was sleeping in a bed with his face turned to me. At first glance he was relaxed, but then you can notice his hand under his pillow where a knife lies for emergiences. Good boy, Sammy.

I stood up and went to take some shower. Today is going to be long...

Sam's POV

We were sitting in a café and eating. I looked outside the window and a song appeared in my head: “Start spreading the news/I'm leaving today/I want to be a part of it,/New York, New York. / These vagabond shoes/Are longing to stray/Right through the very heart of it,/New York, New York.” We've never been here before, we only were in some smaller towns. So, l was badly surprised by so many people going somewhere, by huge traffic jams on every street and on every traffic light, by noise. But you know if you look at the streets, at the whole city, you can understand that...there was life... I mean everybody was going somewhere, chatting, smiling, everybody created such an atmosphere of rushing somewhere that can help to escape some thoughts, that ruin everything, to escape world's big problems and to forget about everything and to enjoy that exact moment. How hard l'd ever wanted to escape all the family-business stuff, how strong l'd ever wished to create a family and settle somewhere, this place would never be my home. I would never belong here...

“So, are you sure that she is a vampire?” Dean asked chewing pancake.
“Dean, the whole blood was sucked. She`s definitely a vampire. Why are you even asking about it?” l looked at my brother. He had the wrinkle that appears when he is thinking about anxiously.
“I don`t know. I just have strange feeling, and that`s all…”
“But then who is it?” I couldn`t understand Dean`s uncertainty.
“Okay, she`s a vampire.” He said andbitten off a huge chunk of pancake expressing his displeasure. “Recall me what we have oh her.”
“Um…” I made a sip of coffee and opened the documents in a computer. “Victoria Sanders is 24, but she`s already the owner of the restaurant called “The Olympus” that is well-known in New York…” I looked through the paper that had the information about Victoria. “There is not so much information about her, but I think I know where we can catch her…”
“And it`s…?”
“It`s her restaurant. See, she eats there every Friday and after that goes to the unknown destination. No one knows where she leaves, Dean.”
“But that would be not quite right to kill her in front of many people…” Dean said and some man turned to us like he was shocked about what he`d just heard. Dean smiled at him. “You know, my chicken is very old… and she should rest in peace… Poor, poor Melony…”
“You have a chicken in your house?” The man was shocked even more.
“Yes, poor Melony…” Dean said and the man turned back thinking, maybe, that he was insane.
“Melony?” I smiled.
“Yeah, the first name that came up to my mind.” He smiled, too. My brother started to become normal again…
“So, do you agree with me?” I asked him.
“Well, we can do it outside the restaurant when she is going out of it.”

Notes

Guys, I`m so sorry! I havent been publishing new chapters for such a long peroid of time! I`m really sorry! I just have to study 24/7 cause its my last year in school and l have to prepare for exams. I`m really exhausted all the time and I feel really horrible and awful and useless on not writing. Its just...UGHR!!! And yeah, l know this chapter isnt long, its just one half of the up coming chapter that l hope to finish soon.