Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 02/05/09. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, starting with "Mission." This story takes place following the events in "Mission," and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes.

Abby confidently sauntered into the dark, seedy bar, already knowing she would find him there. Her eyes scanned the crowd of bikers and underage drinkers until her gaze met his.

'Bingo.'

He flashed her a devilish grin before waving her over. She confidently strode to him, receiving cat calls as she passed the patrons seated at the bar.

"Hey there," she said, sliding into the booth beside him.

"Always nice to see you, Abby," he smiled.

"Likewise," she purred, seductively biting her lower lip. "So, what's goin' on? Your message sounded urgent."

"Well, it's not too urgent," he smirked. "We can take it slow."

"Oh really," she chuckled. "Now, I wonder, is this a call for business or pleasure?"

"A little of both," he smiled, taking her arm to pull her closer to his side.

Abby flirtatiously smirked up at him, trying desperately to hold back the revulsion she was actually feeling. The man next to her was a killer and needed to be stopped, no matter what the cost.

He didn't act the same as she did. Yes, she had to admit, she had broken her own vampire credo and gone back to human. However, her target was doing far worse; draining people of their blood for the pure enjoyment. To him, it was a kick. A rush. It was in actuality a filthy habit that needed to cease.

Thanks to a tip from Wes, she'd managed to follow the vamp for a week before she approached him as an associate with his same lifestyle. Abby made sure to appear curious about his endeavors with humans. After all, she wasn't innocent herself in that department. It only took a few short meetings to get him to spill the beans. He liked to kill for the pure delight of it. He relished in the power struggle, knowing that one would submit before the other at a deadly cost; he always had the straight flush.

He viewed Abby not only as a friend, but as a companion. The two had gotten close, real close. If Abby hadn't already sent the divorce papers to her husband, she would have felt like a tramp.

She couldn't think of him at that moment. If should would, she'd feel that familiar heart-wrenching tug deep inside. The one that would usually send her into hysterics when she was alone. The one that made her feel completely empty. Useless. Abandoned. The feeling that made her want to run into the nearest shaft of light and end it all.

She couldn't and wouldn't, not when her kids were out there and needed her. After all, she may not be his wife, but she would always be their mother.

"Are you alright," he whispered, squeezing her to his side.

"Fine," she swiftly answered, trying to avoid any awkwardness. "So, honestly, Basil, what's going on?"

"Well," he said, lightly kissing her neck, causing shivers to run down her spine. Too bad they were only shudders of repulsion. "I found something interesting I thought you'd like to know," His kisses continued on her neck, his lips moving deliberately slow.

"Yes," she sighed.

"Well," he smiled against her neck. "I found out that you've been screwing with me, Abby."

Her body tensed as she felt the familiar twin pinpricks enter her neckline.

It hadn't quite worked out the way she planned it. Instead of conquering the beast, he had his teeth in her throat, draining her life.

It was ok with her, although she would miss so much. Her friends. Her family. God, her children. And then there was him. Yes, no matter what, she'd miss him and wish him well. Nothin' but happiness.

She instinctively struggled in his tight grasp and that only made the pain worse. His canines tore her hard flesh, the blood slightly spurting from her neck. Funny how no one else in the bar realized a woman was dying in the back corner. They were either too drunk or probably thought it was just a couple making out in a dark hideout.

Purple splotches appeared in front of her eyes and everything suddenly sounded as if it were underwater.

'Soon,' she thought. 'Soon the pain would stop.'

Her mind was starting to falter, the world becoming too chaotic to pay attention to.

As she faded away, the atmosphere in the room changed. There was something angry there. No, not angry; completely, fucking furious.

Its rage swept over her mind like a tidal wave down to her very core. It was primal, malevolent...and getting closer.

Her body slumped in the booth as the vampire continued to suck her dry, but she couldn't concentrate on that; oh no, not with the amount of tension racing forward.

No matter how hard she tried, her eyes closed. Abby's body was shutting down. The last thing she heard before she slipped in the darkness was a voice. A voice that she recognized. A voice that was filled with deadly determination.

"Get your hands off my wife, you sonofabitch."

The asshole threw him a confident smirk as he deliberately dropped Abby onto the booth with a thud. Dean was pissed before, but now he was fucking fuming. He watched in horror as the blood seeped out from the wounds in her neck.

"I said get your motherfucking hands off my wife," Dean ordered.

"Oh, and leave this beautiful creature," the vampire seethed, caressing Abby's lifeless face. "I don't think so. Besides, she's dead anyway…or soon will be. That's the price of betrayal."

"I didn't ask for your life story dickwad," Dean spat. "Just get the fuck outta the booth and away from her."

"You heard him. Get out," Sam commanded as he stood next his brother.

"Ah, but look, you're causing a scene," the vampire purred, still playing with Abby's hair.

Fear filled Dean as he watched her face go paler by the second. They had to get her out and fast.

"Is there a problem here," a biker said from behind Dean. "Is there a problem with your woman," he nodded to Basil.

"She's just a little drunk," he smiled, quickly covering the wounds in her neck with her hair. "But these two men are trying to take her outta here with out my consent."

"Ok, I think you two should get outta here," another biker chimed in. "We don't want any trouble."

"What trouble?"

Dean turned back towards the voice to find Dylan between himself and the bikers. His son smiled up them and repeated what he had said previously.

"What trouble, guys? These two aren't trouble," he said, nodding towards his father and uncle. Dean could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as Dylan continued speaking to the men. He'd had a similar feeling once before a long time ago; when James had influenced the girl vampires in Chicago. Yes. It was that same monotone voice, that same feeling of energy being sucked out of the room. Dylan was using his powers to influence the people in the bar.

"He, on the other hand," Dylan continued, this time pointing to the vampire at the booth. "He has ruffied the young woman and was going to take advantage of her."

"Oh really," the larger biker roughly said, straightening out his jean vest before approaching the man in the booth. "I think you better get goin'."

"Come on," the other biker said, pulling the vampire up by the collar.

"Easy, easy," the vamp laughed. "I'm going."

He confidently walked between Dean and Sam as he exited.

"Doesn't matter," he whispered to Dean. "The bitch is already dead."

The vampire triumphantly chuckled and turned to leave. Dean took one more look at Abby before he strode after the douchebag, spun him around and punched him right in the face.