ᴵⁿ ᵈᵉᵈⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ •ᴶⁱᵐⁱˡˡˢ²⁰²³.

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Lavender always wanted confidence.

She wanted to be able to talk to whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Growing up she was shy and nervous, afraid of people who were taller and bigger than her.

Despite how she'd cave into herself around others, she wanted to be worshiped and loved in someone's arms.

But she never could reach out and ask for it, only hoping that it would be given to her.

Her entire life she stood on the side lines, blending into the crowd.

And one day it all changed. She'd speak out, get dressed up and look pretty, find someone to love her.

That was how she got wrapped up with people she shouldn't have. Vampires.

The one time she went out of her comfort zone and actually tried was when it all went to, well, shit.

She would forever remember walking into a club called "an alibi" after her friends peer pressured her. They had dragged her along and put her in a tiny dress that barely fit her small body.

Not to mention they left her mid-dance, claiming to go to the bathroom and then disappear with a vague text saying they had left.

But it was more than she bargained for.

In fact, she bargained her life that day. She unknowingly trapped herself in an endless loop, sleep, eat, bite, repeat.

Until a hunter with a machete shows up. And his name was Dean Winchester.