Drip,drip,drip.
Sam let out a small groan and tried to bury his head further into his arms.
Drip, drip, drip.
The noise of the water seemed to echo loudly, each drop amplified in Sam ears, aching his pounding head.
"Deeeean," moaned Sam. Must have left the damn shower on again.
Sam shifted his arms to find his phone in the darkness, but when he did he heard a strange metallic clanking noise. Almost like the sound of chains. He moved them again, and again heard the same noise. What the hell is that?
And now that he thought of it, since when did he have to move both arms at the same time. Not only that, but it felt as if he was laid on a hard floor, instead of the semi- soft, lumpy motel mattress.
Sam attempted to open his eyes but had to close them almost immediately against the bright light, which felt as if it were going to burn his eyes right out of his skull. When Sam finally managed to open his eyes, he could see the room he was in.
The room was all white, with two bright lights shining from the ceiling, and on the far side of it was a shiny metal door, alike to one you would find in an abattoir which separates the outside, from the hanging corpses of animals. The room wasn't overly large, but the bareness of the place made it seem larger than it was. The only thing the room contained was himself, and whatever the hell was making that awful dripping sound.
As Sam sat up against the hard wall he saw that his hands were held together with a pair of large, old-fashioned handcuffs. Very heavy and very strong. Connected to them was a large chain ,which in turn, was anchored through a metal loop in the wall. He pulled against them once, twice, but there was no way it was going anywhere any time soon.
A creaking noise pulled Sam's attention towards the door, that opened suddenly opened with a large bang as it crashed into the wall behind it. And in walked a small, plump man.
"Hello Sam. How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice pleasant and polite.
Against the still agonising brightness in the room, Sam saw that the man's face was what could only be described as rat like.
"Wha-" Sam swallowed against the desert like dryness in his mouth and attempted to speak again. "What's going on? Who are you?"
"The answer to the first question you will find out soon. But the second question you should already know." He then did a small turn, as if by looking at all of him then Sam would suddenly remember. But he did not, and Sam stared at the man blankly.
"Let me refresh your memory then, Sam Winchester." The calmness in his voice had gone, and with it menace and anger creeped not only into his voice, but and onto his face too. "My name is Joshua, and 6 months ago you and your brother snuck into my family's home and killed them, including my wife. Your brother chopped her head off her shoulders while she slept and there was nothing I could do to stop it. "
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh yes you do Sammy boy. You and your brother made a mistake that day though. You didn't kill me." The menace of this statement made Sam falter slightly. But he wasn't going to let this monster, whatever the hell he was, think that he was scared of him.
"Oh I see, I should be scared of you should I? Maybe Dean and I didn't bother killing you because you're not worth our time. And us killing your monster wife is no less than she deserved." Sam sneered.
Joshua did not react well to Sam's speech, and snarled. Sam saw a second set of teeth descend over his original ones. Vampire then, that's all I need.
"I should kill you Sam Winchester, but that would ruin my plan. I'm going to make you wish you were dead before the day is through. And by the time you get back to your brother there's not going to be anything left of his baby brother." Joshua let out a maniacal laugh.
"For fucks sake quit your monologging already." Sam wasn't going to let him think for one second that he was intimidating. "Are you gonna tell me what your 'evil plan' is, or are you just waiting for me to die of boredom?" Commented Sam sarcastically.
"Hahahaha. You are brave aren't you Sammy, but you see my plan has already begun, the wheels are already in motion and there's nothing you can do to stop it." There was a sureness in Joshua's voice that made Sam question himself. "Can't you tell?"
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about..." Denied Sam, but he had lost some of his previous confidence and a feeling a dread wormed it's way into his heart.
"It's simple really, I gave you some of my blood." Joshua did say it as if it really was simple, but Sam's heart seemed to freeze in his chest.
"You... You're lying." Sam moaned and shook his head widely.
"Why do you think the light is hurting your eyes so much? Why can you hear water dripping from outside? And why do you feel so damn hungry?" Joshua leered at Sam, and then let out a delighted chuckle when Sam continued to shake his head in denial.
"I haven't drank any blood, I'm not like you, and I never will be!" Sam was shouting now, his sudden change in circumstances were starting to overwhelm him.
But there was still the logical side of Sam telling himself that if he didn't drink any human blood then he wouldn't turn. They had cured Dean, they could do the same with him if he just held on. Dean was coming for him, it wouldn't be long.
"You will Sammy boy, soon. You won't be able to resist it. In fact, I got a present for you." Joshua then twirled around and left the room.
As soon as the door slammed closed Sam started hyperventilating. Who knew what Joshua was up to, but it was obviously no good. He was panicking, because he knew there would only be so long he could hold on, he wasn't as strong as Dean. He'd proven that fact over and over in the past.
Sam also felt an unquenchable rage. Why wasn't he strong enough to stop himself being captured? And how did they let a vamp get away?
Dammit Sam get your head together. Sam needed to think of a plan and fast, he couldn't pin all of his hopes in Dean getting there in time.
He took some deep breaths and pushed himself into a standing position, although he had to slightly hunch due to the short length of the chains. However, he knew he would still be taller than that rat bastard.
30 minutes later the door opened again. And in walked Joshua, but this time he wasn't alone.
Joshua held a young girl by her long, dark brown hair. Like him she was having to slump due to Joshua's height, or lack thereof. It was hard to tell anything about her apart from the fact that she had probably been snatched during a jog or run due to her clothes. Sam could also hear he crying quietly.
But more than the sound of crying, he could hear her heart beating wildly in her chest.
The sound sent a huge pang of hunger into Sam, and he could feel himself salivating at the smell of her. He could smell her blood and hear her heart rapidly beating her blood around her body.
Without any conscious decision Sam started pulling against the chains, trying to get closer to the girl.
Joshua watched him with interest and then smiled at his antics.
"Eager to meet our friend Sammy boy?" Joshua asked with a raised eyebrow and a low chuckle. He pulled at the girls hair, which elicited a low moan of pain.
"Don't be rude and tell him your name." He demanded of her, then while looking at Sam he said "kids these day eh? No manners at all." He then threw the girl down to the ground leaving her sprawled across the floor on her hands and knees.
"I'll leave the two of you to get aquatinted then shall I?" Said Joshua finally, who then left again, the door slamming with a sense of doom.
By then Sam had came back to his senses and felt ashamed of himself. Trying to ignore the sound of her heart Sam crouched down and tried to reach out to the girl, but the chains weren't long enough to reach her. That's probably a good thing. Thought Sam.
"Hey," said Sam softly, "are you ok?" The girl was still knelt on the ground but now she was audibly sobbing and her shoulders were heaving. "Come on, it's gonna be ok, I promise. "
"How...?" A small voice moaned. "Don't make a promise you can't keep." She suddenly sounded angry and a pair of wild brown eyes stared at him. It was the first time that he had seen her face and it was clear that she had been crying for a long time, as her eyes and cheeks were red and swollen.
"I'm... I'm sorry. What's your name? Mines Sam, I would shake your hand but, as you can see, I'm a little tied up." He held his handcuffed wrists aloft as an explanation and smiled softly at her.
"It's Chloe." She said quietly. "What the hell is that guy?"
"What do you mean?" Asked Sam hesitantly, he wasn't about to give the big reveal without being sure that's what she meant.
"I mean the set of ultra sharp teeth!" She cried. Her tone made it sound as if the existence of such a creature repelled her, like she couldn't believe that something like Joshua was allowed to exist.
"He's a vampire." Sam said simply. Chloe suddenly started to chuckle, these laughs became louder and more frequent until she was laughing hysterically.
"I'm going crazy, I've got to be. This- this can't be real." She said.
"Sorry." Sam said quietly. What more could he say to her? Her world had changed inconceivably, and there was nothing he could do to change that.
Sam sank onto the ground, defeated and at a complete loss over what to do next.
They both settled into an uneasy silence, their thoughts and feelings to overwhelming to be able to try and comfort the other.
Hours passed and eventually Chloe fell asleep in the corner of the room, across from him. Sam had his head buried into his knees, the light had finally gotten to much for his sensitive eyes. Now all that accompanied him was the sound of Chloe's slow heartbeat. He wished he could tune it out, but he could not. It felt as if he had been starved for weeks, and the source of his salvation was just out of reach. But his salvation was wrong, and he could not allow himself to think that way.
Vaguely he felt himself pulling against the chains again, but still they would not budge. He was glad of them now though, as there were a literal and figurative anchor for him, stopping him from reaching not only what he wanted, but what a dark side of himself told him that he needed.
As dawn rose Sam felt himself falling asleep, and he did not resist the pull of the darkness.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
Sam awoke with a start and a gasp. And swallowed down the bitter disappointment that he was still there, and he hadn't dreamt up yesterday's events.
Chloe was also awake and was staring at the doorway, in which Joshua was now stood.
"I've gotta say Sam, I'm impressed. 12 hours with the girl and you still haven't given in." Joshua said this mockingly, and certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. "Don't you love the sound of her pretty little heart racing, it sounds good doesn't it Sammy boy."
Chloe turned it look at Sam with wide eyed confusion, and a hint of repulsion.
"Please just let us go. I won't tell anyone I swear!" Chloe cried, but Sam knew there wasn't point in pleading with him, nothing was going to change the mind of this monster, the sooner Chloe accepted that, the better.
"Oh sweetheart," said Joshua condescendingly "you know that's not going to happen. There's only one way you're getting out of here, and that's dead. " the statement was said so calmly and coldly. Chloe began to cry again and Sam could hear her heart begin to beat faster. Sending an ache into his stomach, and strangely, his gums.
"Any who, Sammy I'm getting rather bored waiting around for you. So let's make this a little more interesting."
"How?" Croaked Sam. His mouth was horribly dry and ached for moisture. In general, Sam was not feeling great. At all.
"First of all Sammy, I am promising you now that if you do the deed I will let you go, no harm done to you, and most importantly your brother won't get caught in the crossfire during his crusade to save you. Secondly, I'm gonna do this..." Joshua stormed across the room and picked Chloe off the floor effortlessly.
She let out a cry of despair and struggled in his grip. Joshua grabbed hold of one of her wrists and then bit down on it with his fangs.
The scent of her fresh blood filled the room and Sam let our an involuntary moan at the intoxicating smell.
Joshua didn't drink any of her blood, he just wanted to make her bleed. He threw her back onto the ground and grinned at Sam with his fangs bared and blood dripping from his chin.
"Well that should do it. See ya soon Sammy." Joshua left the room as fast as he'd entered it. But he left Sam in a much worse position than he ever had before.
Sam's stomach was aching from hunger now and every breath that he took made him hungrier and hungrier. Through the thick fog of blood, blood, blood. I need it, I need it. Sam heard himself moaning underneath his breath, it was too much, he couldn't do it.
"Sam? Sam are you ok?" Asked Chloe's shaking voice, the fear was evident in her voice, and her smell. Sam shuddered as need racked through him.
"You need to stay back. " Sam choked out, his voice sounded hollow in his ears. His gums hurt so damn much now, he put his hand up to his lips and, with a sick sense of fascination, he could feel the fangs trying to push themselves out of his gums. Oh god help me. Dean where are you?
"Oh god, I can't do it Chloe." Cried Sam and vaguely he could feel a tear roll down his cheek.
"What do you mean? What did he want you to do to me?" She sobbed, "please I don't want to die. Sam! Help me!" Her panic was just making the flow of blood come faster from the wound on her wrist.
Her heartbeat was pounding in his ears. The smell of blood was overwhelming. He just wanted it to end. He couldn't let Dean come and suffer the same fate. He would rather die.
What do I do? Was the thought that circled over and over in Sam's head.
You know what to do. Another answered back.
"Come here." Sam muttered quietly.
He had to accept his fate. He was too weak. But he wasn't going to let Dean get hurt for his weakness and stupidity. It was his fault he was in this mess in the first place and now he had to deal with the consequences.
"What?" Chloe asked sounding completely confused.
"Come here Chloe, I'll look after you. It's going to be ok." Sam put on his calmest and most gentle voice, despite the turmoil going on in his mind and body.
Hesitantly, Chloe moved towards him. Sam patted a space on the floor beside him and pointedly did not look at the blood dripping down her arm and on to the floor. Soon thought the bad voice in his mind, the one he couldn't ignore for much longer.
Finally she sat down beside him. The blood was so close now that Sam almost felt dizzy. For Dean. He thought. He also knew he was lying to himself, it was as much for Dean as it was himself. He knew he needed the blood and accepted that now.
She was seated next to him now and looked at him desperately.
"Give me your wrist." Sam commanded and held out his hands. Obligingly she put her wounded wrist into his hands.
For minutes all Sam could do was stare at it, mesmerised by the blood bubbling out of the raw flesh in her arm and starting to dribble down into his hands.
"It's going to be okay." Sam said again, but his voice sounded somehow wrong. He turned his head and looked at her exposed throat. He could see her pulse beating quickly under her skin. At this point Sam knew it was too late to turn back. There was no way he was going to be able to send her away.
Sam leant down and whispered into her ear "I'm sorry. "
Before she could react, Sam felt his second set of teeth finally push all the way through his gums, and then bit down into her tender neck. Right where the vein was.
A heavenly taste filled his mouth, better than anything he had ever tasted before, and Sam moaned in ecstasy and bit down even more. He allowed himself his first swallow of blood and god did it feel good.
Chloe screamed and started to struggle, but could not get away from the iron grip Sam had on her wrist and neck.
He was gulping down her sweet blood now in faster and faster succession. Vaguely, he registered that her struggles were starting to slow, and the sound of her heartbeat was growing fainter and fainter. But nothing mattered to him but the blood. The walls could be falling down around him for all he cared.
Instinctually, when her heart beat became almost to vague to detect any more, Sam pulled away from her neck and allowed her body to fall lifelessly to the side.
He was hyperventilating. The feeling of sheer ecstasy rocked through his body and soul, enveloping him in a feeling of utter bliss.
Sam wasn't aware of how long he sat in that same position, but eventually the feelings he encountered after feeding began to wear off.
Regardless of that, he felt so much better. His stomach no longer ached from hunger and his weakness and lethargy had disappeared. He felt strong, like he could take on anything in the world.
He turned to his right and that's when he saw her.
Chloe was slumped on the ground beside him. Her eyes were vacant and her face was bone white. The most shocking thing though was her neck, or rather the gaping wound in it.
What have I done?
Even though he knew that if she were alive then he would hear her heartbeat, Sam placed his fingers on the un mutilated side of her neck, searching for a pulse, for any sign of life. But there was none, he had killed her, almost torn her throat out to be precise.
Sam felt sick, and disgusted with himself. He had killed a poor, innocent girl. I'm a monster. He thought hollowly.
He buried his face in his hands and sobbed.
"I'm sorry." He moaned, while his shoulders heaved and the tears poured rapidly from his eyes.
Drip, drip, drip.
He could hear the rest of her blood dripping slowly on the concrete floor. The bad part of him was disappointed that he couldn't drink it. Dead mans blood he thought fleetingly. And another wave of despair rocked through him, increasing his sobs tenfold.
"I'm sorry." He cried again.
Suddenly the door slammed open, but Sam couldn't bring himself to look at Joshua's smug face. And he continued to sob and rock himself.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He was getting hysterical now, his breathes coming out in shallow gasps.
"Oh, Sammy what have you done?" Questioned a voice.
It wasn't Joshua's voice.
Sam's head snapped up and stood in the doorway was Dean. In his hands was a bloodied machete. The blood slid down the blade and onto the floor.
Drip, drip, drip.
Well that's all folks. This is the first official story I have posted on this website. For anyone that has got this far, thank you. It would be much appreciated if you could tell me any thoughts and feelings on this, good or bad. Tell me what you liked, what you didn't. Most importantly let me know if you want more.