AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys. I'm trying my hand out at this stuff. I've written plenty of fanfic before, but it's always been based on a book. I find writing fanfic based on novels far easier than tv shows. It's just... easier for me somehow. So please, friends, be gentle with me. I have to be completely honest with you - mostly because why wouldn't I be? We're all friends here. I'm kind of forcing myself to write this. I mean, I have a story to tell, but once again, writing based on a television show is HARD. I could write a script for one easily enough. But a coherent story? Ell oh Ell! So anyway, if you happen to read this, and you happen to enjoy it, please let me know. I want to do this, but I don't want to just put it up here for my own entertainment. Please, let me know what you think.
As per usual, I own none of this except for my OC, and, in case you were interested, the two vampires you meet here in the opening DO have names (and backstories). They're friends from other forms of media that just begged for a bit part in my story. So I allowed it. : )
Once again, please enjoy. And if you do, please let me know.
For it has been prophesied, and so it shall be, that when the Darkness comes, then, too, shall come the Light.
CHAPTER ONE
Sam leaned up against the wall of the alleyway, just hidden in the shadows cast by the sodium lights lining the streets of Williamsburg, Virginia. He restlessly scuffed his feet, fighting against the chill of the early January air. He could still hear the laughter of the girl he'd seen at the bar, the one who'd been lead out by a woman he was certain was a vampire. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to check the text.
Got eyes on him?
Sam opened the phone to text back, but then decided to call instead. It rang once and then he heard his older brother's gruff, "What's up?"
"Hey. I've got eyes on the vamp. It's not a him, it's a her."
Dean grunted. "Any idea where the nest is?"
Sam shook his head, even though he knew Dean couldn't see him. "No. I only see the one." Sam ducked his head around the corner. The two girls (well, one girl and a vampire) were still standing across the street, leaned on a pair of cars talking and laughing. It was an interesting sight. Vamps were normally pretty quick to snatch and grab.
"You following them?"
"Um… no. They're not going anywhere."
"What," Dean asked incredulously, "They sitting around having dinner, or something? Maybe talking about their boyfriends?"
"Actually," Sam replied, the surprise apparent in his voice, "Yeah. They kinda are." Sam ducked back around the corner, where the two women were now sitting on the hood of one car. They, like Sam, were just out of easy view, the lights from the street barely reaching the spot where they stood. As Sam watched, the vampire took the other girl by the hand, leading her out of the lights completely to what looked like a cut through of some sort through a wooded area. "Hey, look, Dean. They're on the move. I've gotta go."
After checking that his machete was good to go and telling Dean where he was headed so he could get some backup, Sam swiftly crossed the mostly deserted streets and headed in the direction the monster and her victim had headed. It didn't take long for Sam to see where they were headed. The wooded area was actually large enough to be considered a small park, and there was a clearing in the middle where a small fire burned. He could hear laughter coming from that direction, as well as make out the silhouettes of the two women he was following.
Sam walked carefully through the woods, twigs and dry leaves crackling under his large feet. How had the two women moved so quietly through all this crap? His phone buzzed to let him know that Dean had arrived, and Sam hunched down when he got close enough to have a good view of the fire and the area surrounding it. The two women were sitting beside the fire, incredibly close to one another. There was another person there - Sam was fairly certain by the shape of their body that it was a man. He got nervous at that point. Sam could (probably) handle one vampire by himself. But two was enough to make him nervous.
This was seriously just a weird situation Sam had found himself in. Strange to the point that he was beginning to doubt that he was correct about the woman being a vampire. A burst of laughter almost covered the sound of someone creeping through the underbrush behind Sam - but just almost. Sam's head spun around, and he saw a small flashing red light - Dean was signalling him. Sam pulled the pen light out of his pocket and flashed back.
And so it was that Dean and Sam sat in the darkness of the woods together, spying on what was looking more and more likely to be a group of college students sneaking out for a bonfire. In fact, they were so certain they'd made a mistake, they were about to leave when the young woman, Sam's assumed victim, look off her jacket and shirt and bared her body to the other girl and the boy sitting with them.
Both hiding men paused, awkwardly not wanting to be voyeurs, but yet also struck by the girl's body. She was covered from her wrists to her shoulders in strange symbols that they couldn't quite make out in the firelight. Her belly was covered, as well. She looked like a canvas. And then there was the fact that she was just so incredibly pleasing to the eye. She was, from the distance, curvy, but not overly so. There was something about her that made both men feel, deep down inside, that she would be excellent breeding material - it was a primal, strange sensation that neither had ever really felt before.
And, as they stared, the woman seated beside the girl (the one Sam had been so certain was a vampire an hour before) reached out to caress the girl's colorful waist. The man stood, tall and well-built, crossing in front of the fire to take a seat on the young woman's other side. He, too, seemed to be unable to resist touching her flesh. Sam and Dean both exchanged a glance. Not only had they been mistaken in their assertion that this was a case of a monster luring their victim somewhere quiet, but they had apparently stumbled upon some sort of weird college kid orgy.
"Dude," Dean whispered to Sam. "Is this was Stanford was like?"
"Um… no," Sam replied, his eyes glued back to what was going on in front of him. "If it was, you'd have never gotten me to leave."
The brothers bumped fists without taking their eyes from the scene playing out by the fire. And, that moment, they were completely caught unawares when first the young woman on the left and then the young man on the right sank their teeth into the colorful flesh of the girl in the middle.
The brothers were so taken by surprise that they took longer than usual to react. Sam cried out as he struggled to stand, his joints stiff from his time on the cold ground. Dean was only slightly slower, rising from his crouch angrily and setting off at a charge, right at the heels of his younger brother. At the sound of Sam's voice, the young woman in the center threw her hand out in front of her, even as the two vamps pulled away in shock. The fire flared up, causing Sam and Dean to lose even more precious time as they quickly slowed, holding their hands up to shield themselves from the roaring flames.
By the time the fire had returned to its normal size, the tattooed woman stood protectively in front of the two vampires, who looked as if they were about to bolt at any second. Blood had stained her white bra red and ran in rivulets down her collarbones, but she stood firm, the fire reflecting in her eyes.
"Back off," she said quietly.
Sam and Dean both stopped. "Wait, what?" Dean said, and Sam felt just as confused. "Lady, those are vampires." Dean stressed.
Still facing the brothers aggressively, anger in her stance, the young woman nodded. "Of course they are. And you're nutjobs with machetes. Get the hell away from us."
Sam could hear the fear in the girl's voice, but just barely. He held his hands out in front of him, the machete in his right hand loose and pointed at the ground. He nudged Dean, who after an eye roll, did the same. "Hey, look," Sam said soothingly, "We're just trying to help you. You're in danger. I don't know what they told you -"
"They didn't tell me anything," the woman retorted, her eyes darting back and forth between the two weapons. "I told them I could heal them. And here they are, all scared out of their minds, but still trusting me, and then you two buffoons come out of the woods like crazed serial killers…" her voice trailed off, the fear far more noticeable now.
"Wait, what?" Dean said again, sounding even to himself like a broken record.
Sam crinkled his brow. "You told them you could heal them?"
"Yes. I did. And I can, if you guys would just… stop."
Dean sighed, his heart feeling heavy. "Look, sweetheart. It's true. There is a cure for vampirism. One. But it has to happen before the vampire takes their first drink of human blood. And, obviously, it's too late for these two." He gestured to the two vampires who were still, surprisingly, hanging around behind the girl.
The female stepped forward slightly, "No, it's true!" She cried out, "She healed our other nestmates last night!"
Sam and Dean glanced at one another.
The tattooed girl stepped back, so that she was almost in line with the two vampires. "Listen, I'd love to talk about this and all, but time's a -wastin'. I'm fine, seriously. This is not my first rodeo. Now, if you'd please, I'd like to get back to what I was doing."
"Wait!" Sam said angrily, taking a step forward. "You don't understand. They can't be cured. The only thing they're going to do is kill you."
"I'd like to see them try," the girl with the tattoos replied. And she held her hands out to the two vampires. "Come on guys, it's safe." This was the first thing the girl said fearlessly, and the brothers stared as the two vampires once again came to her, their hands once more touching her body as if it were a compulsion, not a choice. When the man hesitated, the young woman nodded. "I'm serious. It's fine. They're not going to hurt you. Not while I'm here."
And, because Sam and Dean were entirely unsure what to do, they didn't.
After what felt like forever, both vampires stopped their feeding, both spitting out the blood in their mouths. "Oh God," the man moaned, "It's disgusting!"
"Yes," the tattooed girl whispered, her eyes still fixed on Sam and Dean. "It is. Because it's no longer what your body needs." The female vamp gagged and retched. "Yeah," the girl continued. "Sorry about that. There's some mouthwash and granola bars in my bag. And a couple of bottles of water."
The two supposedly healed vampires stumbled over to a canvas bag on the ground, digging through it. They found the mouthwash, the water, and the granola bars, as well as some wet wipes. They began cleaning themselves up near the fire. Dean heard the female one whisper, "It's so cold out here. I haven't been cold in decades."
The woman glanced their way, and the fire burned a bit more fervently.
"How - " Sam swallowed. "How are you doing that?"
The girl shrugged as she turned to pick up the clothing she had left lying on the ground, "It's not something that can be explained," she said softly. "I just can."
"How long have you been this way?" Dean asked, eyeing the couple sitting huddled by the fire, eating granola bars like they were the greatest thing on earth, and moaning in pleasure. At the taste of a granola bar.
The girl shrugged again. "Since before you were born."
Sam and Dean traded a long, meaningful gaze, one that held both fear and curiosity.
"What are you?" Sam asked timidly.
The girl turned, fire once again reflecting in her eyes. "You may call us The Daughter." replied a voice that wasn't her own.
