IT WAS COMPLETELY DARK, PRACTICALLY TWELVE O'CLOCK. Elias Westworth was studying for a surprise test the professor informed them about earlier today , or, well yesterday now. The second Elias got to his dorm, at four he had been studying. He had even had to cancel planes he made prior. Which was helping James study.

He had offered for them both to study, even if it meant them studying to different subjects.

James said it was fine, that he understood.

There was a knock at the door, which caused for Elias to turn, he began to approach the door. "Seriously, Eddie, just sew the keys into your hand at this point, the necklace didn't work." Elias pulled open the door. "How did you-who the hell are you?"

There stood a man that Elias didn't recognize. The man grinned, a smile that made Elias feel cold, as if danger was near. And, as typically regular, white teeth shifted into an unnatural amount, the errors overlapping, and becoming extremely sharp.

Elias did the only thing that he could think. He grabbed the lamp on the side table, swinging it with all his strength directing had the odd person-no, not person, because there was no way this thing was human- head. The lamp shatters in impact. Elias shoved the other, before slamming the door closed, and pulling the side-table over to block the door.

Which definitely wouldn't even delay a human all the much, he doubted it would delay whatever he hell that thing was. He locked the door before running over to his window, flipping the latch and unlocking it.

He was glad his college was one of the colleges that made it possible to unlock the window. He pulled it open, momentarily glancing at the height.

The door being slammed against had his head turn back.

"Elias?" A voice called out from below, he turned his attention. There, standing on the grass that surrounded the building, was James Bowe.  "What the hell are you doing up man?"

"How bad of a fall do you think this is?" Elias asked instead of answering.

"You're on the second floor," He answered.

"Fuck it," Elias pulled himself up onto the window seal, gripping the frame.

"Wow! Elias! What are you doing? Get down!"

"Someone's at my door. He's insane-" the door crashed open.  Elias jumped, sharp, talon like nails tipped the backside of the shirt, unable to grasp him.

"Fuck!" Elias yelled when he landed on one foot first, and twisted it.

James immediately ran forward, pulling him up and throwing an arm over his shoulder. James wrapped an arm around Elias's waist. He looked up, his pace quickening as he headed back inside the building.

He broke the red, glass box that held an ax. He ripped it from the wall.

"James?" Elias asked, confused and shocked. And sacred. Why was his friend holding an ax? Elias blinked, trying to think. And as he had, the man who had barged into his room was in front of him. And James was gone.

Sharp teeth, over lapped on a first set of teeth snap in his face, coming closer.  He closed his eyes, not wanting to face death. He had no weapons nearby.

He heard a loud thud, something hits his face. Elias's eyes snap open, seeing James with the blood-covered ax, blood on his face.

And the man who attacked him, decapitated body on the ground. Only a foot away, was his severed head.

Elias screamed.

James had pulled Elias away, back to his dorm. And is going through Elias's belongs like he was in search for something.

"James." Elias calls. James continues to search the room. "James." Elias tried again. "James."

"James!" Elias pulled the other to face him, seeing the confused poking his face before a look of realization hits him.  "What's the hell is going on?"

James breathed out. "Elias, sit down."

"What?"

James takes a hold of his shoulders, pushing him to sit down. "If you freaked out over me telling you that I own a gun-" he kinda had to tell him, since Elias entered his room in search of notes for a class and James pulled the gun on him. "You're definitely gonna flip about this; my name isn't James Bowe, it's actually Dean Winchester. That man that attacks you, wasn't human, he was a vampire. Which I hunt."

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