"Where is the rest of the coven?" he demanded and I looked at him, the blood from my forehead dripping into my eyes, clouding her vision.
"And I told you, I don't know." I panted, my lungs feeling on fire and he looked back at me evenly, and then gave my arm its eighteenth slash allowing for another wave of excruciating pain to wash over me as I screamed in agony. "Believe me damn it! I left them years ago- I don't know where they are!"
"You know, she's been saying that since yesterday-" I heard another voice from the other side of the room say and I strained to look over, only seeing a profile of a young man and a mop of brown hair.
"Shut up Sam. You've been saying that since yesterday too." He said and looked over at him with a smirk. Sam stood up and walked towards us, my eyes following his every move cautiously.
"She's barely registering anything you're say man." He noted and I closed my eyes.
"I can register enough. To know. That you're both. Talking about me. Like I'm in a damn. Coma." I panted and the other pointed the knife towards me again.
"Don't make me re-soak this…" he threatened and I opened my eyes, looking at him. It was becoming too much, the dead man's blood. I could feel it just burning like hell fire in my veins, pulsing behind my eyes like a headache.
"Please don't…" I slowly shook my head, wincing at the pain. "Is this what humans call a headache? Splitting pain behind my eyes?" I asked softly and the younger one, Sam, chuckled.
"She still has a sense of humor. Reminds me of you Dean." He half smiled and Dean looked at him, arching a brow and then placing the knife on the table beside me. I sighed and lowered my head, just trying to relax. Gain back some form of strength that he took away from me.
"Shut up Sam." He sighed and walked away from me. "I'm going to go get some pie." He said and took the leather jacket from the chair and what sounded like car keys- leaving me alone with Sam. Once the door closed, I looked at him, trying not to look as weak as I was even though my voice was quiet.
"Why am I here? I've been nothing but truthful. I left them years ago- I was tired of hunting humans! They were going too crazy with it, just going into cities and slaughtering large groups. I felt bad, I actually felt myself feeling- pity for the humans." I explained, constantly having to pause to get a big enough breath into my half working lungs.
"You're tied to the coven. You have the mark, you are one of them."
"I used to be!" I snapped and gritted my teeth, my vocal chords feeling like sandpaper as I began to cough and then spit blood- my own blood onto the floor beside me. "Just let me go." I pleaded. "Please!"
"What's your name?" he asked and leaned against the wall and I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. Why didn't he believe me? I was seriously telling the truth! True, I had the tattoo on my cheek, the black swirls on my cheek, winding up by my eye and onto the side of my forehead.
"Analise. One 'N', long 'I'." I explained and he chuckled at me. It was habit; everyone always asked me how I spelled my damn name.
"Analise. Why did you join the coven?" he asked and I looked at him, my eyes narrowing a bit.
"Why do you want to know? You're just a hunter; you just hunt my kind and kill without blinking- without a single thought of remorse." I said, my mouth twisting into a grimace. "You and him." I spat a little and he sighed again. Jeez- he sighed a lot.
"I'm choosing a more- tame path of getting information." He shrugged and looked at him, his gaze similar to Dean's- even, a little menacing but softer in a way. "So, Analise do you have a last name?" he asked and I barked a laugh.
"No. I don't remember having one after I was turned. Do you have a last name?" I asked and he chuckled again.
"Winchester." He said and I felt my already somewhat pale face, go alabaster white. Winchester. No, oh no no please no! I got captured by the Winchesters- I was toast! They were going to kill me slowly, painfully. This was just the beginning.
"W-Winchester?" I asked, my voice going up half an octave.
"Yeah. I just said that." He shrugged and I heard the door open and close again. Shit Dean was back. "Why do you sound so surprised- usually people say our name with dread, or envy. Usually anger."
"Anger is my favorite way to hear it said." Dean said and sauntered over, taking the knife again and going to the jar on the old wooden table by the East wall and dipping it in the dead man's blood once more.
"No- no no please I'm begging here!" I protested, ignoring the pain in my lungs. "I'll do anything-" My words were cut short by a piercing scream when I felt my leg turn hot from a new wound. He full on stabbed me this time. Seriously!
"You had enough of a break, and I'm still cranky because the gas station up the road had no pie." He said and Sam shook his head.
"Not everywhere will have pie Dean…" he noted and Dean gave him a look- like he was about to tell him to shut up again and Sam just put his hands up and walked away.
"Please, just kill me. I don't have the information you want. " I panted and looked down, a black bruise forming around the stab wound…
"Dean, she doesn't have it. She was terrified at the sound of our name, like she had heard of us bit never wanted to actually kill us." He explained and I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes in agony.
"The leader- spoke of you. He said you were evil." I panted, my head still hanging. Dean walked over and grabbed my matted ponytail, yanking my head back to look at his angry face. "I was one of few. Who were not angry- but terrified." I continued. "When he spoke of killing so many people. I ran away. I knew you'd hear and come after them. I didn't want to be a part of it- I didn't want to slaughter innocent people." I explained and he let go of my head forcefully and I let it drop with a slight groan. "But you may kill me. I'm a monster, I once hunted people. I thought it a sport, a game. Once I left I began to hunt the evil in the world like you. It was hard; I'd have to wear gloves so the silver wouldn't burn my hands. Jackets so the holy water wouldn't decapitate an arm or a hand." I continued, my voice getting stronger and stronger little by little. Eventually I looked up at them.
"So when we got you- what was in that bag?" Dean asked as he crossed his arms, looking skeptical.
"Hunting equipment. I managed to convince a hunter to help me, and he gave me some of his old gear that I could use." I concluded.
"Who was the hunter?" Sam asked; I could hear it in his voice he was actually a little bit interested in my tale.
"His name was Garth." I said softly and they exchanged looks of surprise.
"Garth? No, you're kidding. Big nose and brown hair, with the multiple cellphones that had stupid ringtones?" Dean asked out of disbelief and I nodded very slowly.
"Yes. My least favorite ringtone was the Britney Spears because it went off the most." I said and Sam laughed a little as Dean shook his head at me.
"You're got to be kidding me…" he groaned and turned away from me and my gaze looked at Sam.
"You have to believe me…" I pleaded and Dean sighed, turned around and last thing I saw was his hand rearing back to deck me in the face. And he did. And I felt the pain for a second before my world went dark.