Summary: TVD/SN crossover. When Jacklyn's and Carmen's younger sister is forcefully turned into a vampire, they all have no choice but to flee the community of hunters they were raised in. The sisters travel to supernatural hot spot Mystic Falls in hopes that somewhere underneath it's secrets it holds the answer to the question vampires and hunters alike have been asking for centuries; can a vampire be cured?
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-p1 and p2
Prologue
The room was nearly completely black, save for the small light peeking through the opening in between the curtains. I could barely make out the outline of Jimmy on his hands and knees only a few feet in front of me. I could hear him panting and see quick glimmers of sweat running down his face. He knew he had a very big choice to make, and the consequences of either were weighing heavily on him. He began to raise himself up, but with a painful jab of the gun to his forehead, he stopped at his knees. Jimmy had always teased me for being so short, but here on his knees I stood a few inches taller than him, that coupled with the gun made me feel powerful. I knew I shouldn't, I knew I should feel remorse for what I was doing….but I didn't.
In some small way I enjoyed finally having a say around here, a choice. I heard him take a deep breath, he was going to try and reason with me again. "Jacklyn….this can end now, they'll forgive you if you stop now, anybody would be upset, they'll understand." I said nothing, I didn't move, so Jimmy took this as a sign he could continue. "Jacklyn…she isn't one of us anymore, there is only one way to help her….we can't stop the inevitable. Wouldn't it be better for it be us than some psycho out there who might torture her?" I felt a bristle of anger run through my body as he spoke. Who the hell was he to say she wasn't one of us anymore? "If you tell them where they are the punishment will be minimal, they will take Lola and mercifully send her away, Carmen and her family will be given help for their grief and compensation for this tragedy….we just need to-" He stopped short when I pressed the gun hard against his cheek.
"Are you forgetting I have a gun against your face Jimmy?" I said through gritted teeth. "Nothing you say is going to change my mind. I want the card, I want the pin number, and I want to leave you here alive. Please don't make me have to take it out of your dead hand". I heard Jimmy swallow hard. "So you're going to run away for the rest of your life? Take my card and steal every dime you can from St. John….the place that allowed you to live?" I felt my body stiffen; I didn't expect him to bring up the nagging debt I owed to this place. "Jacklyn, they could have sent you away or even got rid of you. You know how superstitious the elders are. But instead they saved you; does that mean nothing to you?" I paused for a moment not knowing what to say. Yes my family betrayed St. John and yes they could have sent me away or even worse….executed me the way they did my parents. Despite the fact I had nothing to do with the horrors they caused there were those who thought I might be just as evil as they were, that keeping me was a risk. I'm sure those same people are shouting about how right they were as they scour the streets for me and the others.
The sudden sound of an alarm outside brought me from my thoughts, a sound similar to a tornado siren. In this place it meant only one thing…I was running out of time. "Jimmy….this is the last warning you get….give me the card and the pin or I swear I'll paint the wall with your skull!" Jimmy simply inhaled sharply, but said nothing. I swore and pulled back the safety with my thumb. I heard Jimmy whimper to the sound alerting him to how serious I am. He suddenly broke down sobbing, telling me he just couldn't and begging for his life. "Card and pin Jimmy" I said simply. Jimmy managed to stop his crying for a moment and looked up at me. His face was full of fear, but despite that, he slowly shook his head. "No" he whispered, "I can't". I felt myself begin to tremble. I knew what I had to do. Seconds passed with hardly a sound, the alarm seemed to fade out. I gave out an animalistic cry before squeezing the trigger.
My body jerked so hard it woke me out of a dead sleep. I lay there for a moment completely still as I began to realize where I was. My heart was thudding so hard I thought if I looked down I'd be able to see it beat beneath my breast. Realizing I was holding my breath I let out a long exhale. My body began to relax as I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with my arm. It really didn't help considering my entire body was soaked; I might as well get up and shower the evidence of another sleepless night away. I groaned looking at the clock. 7:02 was laughing at me and my misfortune. This was the fourth time this week I had woken up early from that stupid nightmare. I don't understand, it's not like that's actually what happened…
But it could have….
I grumbled in frustration, I didn't see the point of stressing over this. Jimmy was alive and well and it had been almost nine months since we left St. John. No sign of anyone or anything yet. Who would have thought that the very skills they taught us to protect us from potential enemies were what was keeping them from finding us. I couldn't help but smile at the irony of the situation. Pulling the hair tie out of my long red hair I walked down the hall towards the bathroom. Carmen was just falling asleep I'm sure, while Lola wouldn't get up for at least a couple more hours, thus, I had it all to myself.
I locked the door and turned the shower on to the hot water. Peeling the sticky shorts and t-shirt off my body I glanced at myself in the mirror. The nightmares were taking their toll on my face and color, I looked almost sickly. The fringe that usually framed my face was sticking out in almost every direction and my eyes made me look like a raccoon. I shook my head and stepped into the shower. The warmth of the water was exactly what I needed right now. Running my hand through my hair and closing my eyes I began to plan out my day, luckily I was only working from noon to four so I'd have plenty of time to stop at the library to grab the books I'd called about. On the way back from that I could stop by the store and grab some of the groceries we needed. I began trying to remember exactly what Carmen had said she wanted for the week
Potatoes….chicken cutlets….fresh green beans…Parmesan cheese… pie crust…
He smiled at me with a mouth full of apple pie, my loud laughter bringing stairs from everyone at the diner. I managed to compose myself but couldn't keep from grinning at him "What are you? Four?" I slurred. He looked down to scoop another piece onto his fork, glancing back up to see me now wearing a white mustache from the chocolate crème slice on my plate. It was his turn to nearly double over in hysterics. We probably should have gone straight home from the bar but our inhibitions were low and the sweet tooth in us had taken charge. For the next hour we continued our loud and drunken banter until getting thrown out at around 6 am…Just in time to watch the sun rise from the back of the impala….
My eyes shot open as I was taken by surprise with the memory. Feeling dizzy, I allowed myself to sit down and focused on the feel of the warm water bouncing against my back and shoulders. I began to bite my lip; I had worked so hard for nine months to ignore those memories. I had pushed the color of his eyes and hair out of my mind, the sly smile on his face when his thoughts turned dirty and how good his skin smelled when I would lay my head his chest. I fooled myself in believing I'd forgotten how his laugh sounded and how, despite how terrible he actually was at singing, I loved hearing him do so. For nine months I had done everything I could to make every part of him in my life be a dream, one that seemed so real it left you feeling uneasy. I still wanted that and yet, at the moment, I needed him to be real….those months to be real. I needed those feelings to still exist just for a second because that was one of the few times in my life I felt truly alive, and lately I was struggling to feel that way. Ignoring the pain that already began to creep through my body, I decided to do the one thing I hadn't done in nine months, say his name. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Dean Winchester".
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