Reinforcements [Dean]

"Uh...John can't come to the phone right now." A man on the other end of the line had said. Alison's eyes furrowed at that. Where was he then? She decided not to pry, any help he could offer, she would take. "I'm his son. Can I help you with whatever you need help with?" The man had then continued. Alison took a few deep breaths before replying. "Y-Yeah," Alison started with a shaky tone. "Like I said, I'm Alison. I've been working a case in Omaha. There was a vampire nest of nine, I took out four last night," She continued.

"One of the last of the four leeches got me in the neck and shoulder before I managed to kill it. I'm kinda bleedin' out right now, lost a pint already, and there's five of the little shits left. Any chance you can come and help? Preferably before nighttime?" Alison asked. She remembered her father mentioning that John had two kids, but she didn't remember what their names were. If she could just have one person to come and help her out, she'd be grateful. "I'd prefer not to die when I'm sixteen, thank you very much." She said with a forced chuckle.

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"Absolutely." The man had said. Alison let out a sigh of relief. "Text me your exact location. We'll be there in a couple hours." He then said. After that, he had hung up. Allison then texted him, 'I'm at Econo Lodge Inn & Suites West, a motel off interstate 80, on 9595 S 145th St.' Alison said. The follow-up text that lisin had sent read, 'I'm on the second floor, room 287. My car's parked out front. A 1972 Buick Skylark.' The next couple hours were full of her pacing around the room, changing the gauze on her neck and shoulder. She was losing more blood, and the gashes were bad. There was a point where Alison had to sit down and stay down because black spots began to cloud her vision.

She hated this. She felt helpless. There wasn't much else Alison could do until there got here, except go through old family pictures from her backpack. She missed her parents, of course she did, but she didn't feel bad missing her father the most. And it didn't help that she was the reason that her parents were dead. That it was all her fault. Alison was just... lost. She'd been doing nothing but hunting down the big bad monsters of the world, and saving innocent people since Jason and Alison Levitt's deaths, and she had disappeared along with her dead parents. So, about an hour and a half into looking at old memories, Alison was asleep on the bed, family photos of Alison and her dad, and Alison and her mom, were scattered across the bed.

One particular photo was dated at a shooting range the three days before they had gotten the poltergeist case, and that was where the photos ended, that certain photo faced down so that the date was facing up. She had fallen asleep crying, so, thirty minutes of restless sleeping later, it still showed on her face as Alison was awoken by the sharp pounding on the motel room door. Alison jolted awake at that, and stood up, knees wobbling as she made her way towards the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw two men, and opened it. She forced a smile. "Come on it. Sorry 'bout the mess." She said, walking back over to the bed, and sitting down before she passed out, putting her head in her hands.

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Alison kept her head down in her hands as he waved off her apology for the state the room was in. "Yeah, well I fell asleep looking at some old photos, and I'm a restless sleeper, which resulted in this mess. I'll clean up in a bit." She said. She watched as the shorter man took a duffel bag from the taller one and dropped it onto the table. "You said a nest of nine vamps right." He had asked. Alison nodded. "Yep. Five left." She said.

She watched as he pulled out thread, a needle, and a bottle of vodka. Ali's eyes were immediately drawn to the spirit, glued onto the bottle. At his next question, she broke her gaze from the vodka. "Why take that on solo??" Lissa opened her mouth to reply, but then she realized the big question and closed it. Should she lie, or tell the truth? Lie. She would lie, and then change the subject. "I dunno. I guess I wanted to do this case independently. I had a fight with my parents, saw it as an opportunity to cool down." She lied smoothly. Maybe she had told too many lies? No, if she just refrained from telling any more, then she'd be good.

Alison then abruptly cleared her throat. "You know, you never told me your names." She pointed out, quickly changing the subject. Hopefully, they'd forget about the fact that she was alone, and wouldn't pry at the subject. She began to unwrap the gauze surrounding her neck, then continuing to unwrap the gauze surrounding her shoulder, revealing two bloody gashes. "Nasty, ain't it?" Alison said.

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