Bye-Bye Beautiful
What Goes Around Comes Around.
Till The World You Know Is An Endless Spiral.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dean, Sam, John, or any other character from Supernatural. This is purely fan fiction, no profits at all! Um, I only own my story idea and characters.
Rating: 17 and up
Accompanying Song: "Bye-Bye Beautiful"~ Nightwish
Summary: A Succubus wants Revenge on the Winchesters, and the results will be Life Draining!
Warning: No wincest. But there may be compromising gay moments! For laughs.
Choosing. That was the most important part. What would be the worst possible way to make him suffer? Make him beg and plead for release of the torment bestowed on him by her now cold and broken hearted being. Oh death was FAR too gentle. No. He would KNOW True Agony, True Torture, one where you woke up in the morning praying it was a dream, but then cold realization would settle in that your life TRULY was a Living Hell.
She was outside a sleazy motel, well ok most motels were sleazy, but this one may have taken the cake. It was western theme, which in a fine establishment may have been ok. But such a low budget motel as this it looked like they raided a flea market of all there tacky cowboy paraphernalia. Inside the motel in room number 6 she could see three men moving around in and out of view of the window. Then the door opened and man built like a bear with short black hair and shadow of a beard, walked out, bag on his shoulder and headed out for a large black truck. Winchester, she thought bitterly growling slightly in her throat.
She hadn't been there when the eldest man burned down her nest after staking her children. Oh though she wished she was, either to have fought for her children or die along with them. That would be better than living in this world without them. They had been children (metaphorically speaking), newly turned to the new life she had given to them. Not even old enough to live on their own. And he had taken them away, her head felt like fire at the devil of a man and she had to fight every instinct not rip out of this car right now and go straight for his jugular in vengeance. But she had to remember the man, even his children were well built and would hold a good challenge in a fight even without their undoubtedly ingrained fighting skills, she was sure they each had. She could not take them, not alone. No, his torment had to be slow, slicing his soul and flesh till every nerve and feeling was spent to the end of their fibers.
So which One?
Oh, she could choose him, change him. But that seemed more like a gift than a torment. No, one, maybe even both of his young would suit a far better horror to the man, than the torment he would face if she made him like her.
She slunk lower in her car not wanting the man to notice her watching him when he looked in her direction. She looked as he put the bag in the truck and turn around to face a younger taller man with short curly brown hair, coming out of the door. But she noticed as the taller man moved out of the way of the door that it was the man behind him that he was directing his attention too. He was the shortest of the bunch older looking than the tallest man, with short sticking up dirty blonde hair.
Him! Oh He was perfect! The sway of his body. The movement of his lips. What would those plump lips feel like caressing he skin and her own lips? She could tell, like all her prey whether a man or woman, if they were sexually active. And this boys libido was more than active than most, she could tell he was an addict. Which meant he would assimilate very well into the new life she planned on giving him. He was beautiful, he wouldn't even have much need for the call when she changed him. And when she did he would be perfect then.
She pondered over whether she wanted to change his brother as well, he was equally beautiful but comparatively he was far more abstinent. No, one for now. Besides she probably would have to tame him to her. If he was anything like his father, this would be an interesting challenge.