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lenore_vampireLenore had not been doing well, with Eve still alive she was more prone to drinking human blood. Even having slipped up because of it. It freaked her out, to Lenore life was sacred, and she did her best to protect it. Lenore needed help, she needed serious help.
So, she looked through her small amount of things to actually find that one number that she had been given years ago. Someone that she was somewhat reticent in calling because of their sketchy past. Yes, she had kidnapped him, true. She had done it to prove a point to him though, and in turn he proved he could be trusted. So, she pressed the numbers into her cellphone. The dead man's blood container remained opened in between her legs as she sat on the floor of her motel room. The knife dropped haphazardly once she cut herself with said blood in an attempt to control her want of eating humans. She couldn't go out again and drink another person, who she then left to become like herself.
The phone felt like it just rang, and rang, and rang. Lenore almost threw it across the room in frustration, and pain. "God fucking Damn-it, Winchester!" Then she heard the click of the cellphone turning over, not sure if she was going to get his voice-mail, or him?
So, she looked through her small amount of things to actually find that one number that she had been given years ago. Someone that she was somewhat reticent in calling because of their sketchy past. Yes, she had kidnapped him, true. She had done it to prove a point to him though, and in turn he proved he could be trusted. So, she pressed the numbers into her cellphone. The dead man's blood container remained opened in between her legs as she sat on the floor of her motel room. The knife dropped haphazardly once she cut herself with said blood in an attempt to control her want of eating humans. She couldn't go out again and drink another person, who she then left to become like herself.
The phone felt like it just rang, and rang, and rang. Lenore almost threw it across the room in frustration, and pain. "God fucking Damn-it, Winchester!" Then she heard the click of the cellphone turning over, not sure if she was going to get his voice-mail, or him?
