I don't own Supernatural. Darn. I do own Asher Michaels and this story, excluding the bits from the show. My friend Shauna owns Amelia Shaw, and I am using her in my story with her permission. This fic is rated for violence, blood, language, drinking, sexual situations and, hopefully, some scary shit. I don't know how good I will be at writing scary stuff since I've never actually tried before. Enjoy the stories.
Monster Hospital, Book Two: Vampires.
Chapter One: Five Months Later.
Her legs were aching. Her lungs were burning. But she kept running.
Her muscles were screaming in protest and her eyes were burning with the sweat running into them, but she kept running.
She had to keep running.
She couldn't stop. Not unless she wanted to die, anyway.
Or be torn to bloody ribbons.
You could never be sure just how an attack was going to go with werewolf blood coursing through your veins.
Asher Michaels' feet pounded the pavement, each step vibrating through the soles of her knee-high boots and up the bones of her legs, shaking her knees and rattling her hips as the joints ground together heavily. Her werewolf blood couldn't keep her from hurting, not after running as fast as she could for what had to be close to twenty minutes or half an hour or forty-five minutes or however long it had been, but she couldn't stop. If she stopped, they would catch up, and she was already bleeding, and that would be so not good, not when you were being pursued by vampires who were hungry for your blood. Asher would have been poisonous to them if it had been the full moon and if she had been able to transform, but it wasn't and she couldn't. So she had to run.
She looked over her shoulder as their fanged faces entered her mind, but again, she saw nothing and although she knew better than to think that meant they'd dropped off the chase, her body begged her to stop moving.
She took a deep breath and pushed herself harder. She had to get away from the vampires.
There had only been two of the bloodsuckers chasing her when she'd left the nest, but that building had been chalk full of the pasty-faced people and all of them had seen her. Amelia hadn't been seen because she'd entered the building through the roof. Asher had to be the brazen one and parade through the front door, armed only with her trusty sawed-off and a machete. She'd killed maybe five or six before they'd gotten the jump and started chasing her through the sector of the city.
There was a snarl like a cat behind her and Asher stumbled, startled by the sudden and alarming noise, hitting the pavement hard, her flesh tearing on the rough ground and her teeth splitting her lip as she lost her footing. It was a brief pause, but still a pause as she scrambled to her feet and continued down the narrow back street, running for her life.
Something heavy suddenly slammed into her back, driving her to the ground again with a knee in the middle of her back and a hand wrapped around the back of her neck. Asher screamed as the vampire sunk its fangs into her shoulder, through the sleeve of her leather jacket and her shirt and dug its nails into her sides. All the bucking, twisting and thrashing Asher could muster under the weight of a full-grown supernatural human being was in vain and within a minute of the first attack, another vampire descended on their canine prey and began ripping through her clothes, trying to get to her flesh, her blood and drain her dry. This one sunk its fangs into her calf and tore them out again, taking what felt like a fair chunk of flesh with it.
Another roar sounded from behind, but this wasn't from anything organic and it was accompanied by lights, bright and yellow. Asher's truck, driven by her adoptive sister Amelia Shaw, bounced over the horizon, cut through the darkness and headed straight for them, heedless of its owner lying on the ground. As the vampires looked up at the approaching vehicle, Asher used all her supernatural strength that was left to her after her run and pushed out from under them, rolling out of the road just as her truck barrelled down the street, taking out the vampires and splattering the area with blood. A head went flying past Asher and, not for the first time, the young hunter was glad she had installed the sharp steel grate on the front of her beloved truck
"Get in!" Amelia howled from the front seat.
Asher clambered to her feet and ran the short distance to the back of the truck, leaping past the open tailgate to the window at the back of the cab, huddling against the cold fibreglass body. Amelia drove off at top speed just as the surviving vampire pushed itself to its feet and gave another feline-esque cry into the night.
Figures appeared out of the shadows on either side of the alley-like street, all dressed in leather and denim and pale as the moon above. Vampires. Lots of them.
"This was a mistake..." Asher muttered.
A very eerie noise filled the night then. All the vampires were snarling, and then, almost as one, they started running after the truck.
Asher pounded on the window. "Drive faster!" she screamed. "They're chasing us!"
She felt the truck shift gears as Amelia stepped on the gas and breathed a tiny sigh of relief. Vampires were fast, but they couldn't keep up with a speeding vehicle. Asher settled back against the cab and let herself hurt. The tears started to fall then, hot and fast and she let herself sob loudly. She was bleeding from at least seven deep wounds and a million shallow ones and she was pretty sure there was something broken somewhere. Her body was throbbing, pulsing with pain. It hurt to breathe.
And she needed a shower. Bad.
Amelia kept driving and eventually the buildings of the small town fell away to farm houses, trees and fields, and then she drove some more. The motel they were staying at was one of the roadside jobs, out in the middle of nowhere and suited for those always on the move. It was small and cramped, but the beds were soft, the rooms were warm and the staff was friendly and smart enough to leave Asher and Amelia alone when they asked. It took half an hour or so to make it to the squat brick building, and by that time, Asher was feeling light headed from blood loss and numb from the pain she was in, but Amelia was quick at parking the vehicle and dragging her sister inside and onto the bed where she immediately started tending to the older woman's wounds. The blood had dried to a sticky brownish substance that didn't want to come off; Amelia almost removed a layer of skin trying to get it all off.
"These are bad, Ash," she said as she cleaned the bite mark on her shoulder.
"I'm alive aren't I?" the werewolf asked around heavy breaths. She winced as the cloth dug into the exposed flesh, but otherwise didn't move.
"Barely." Amelia pulled her well-stocked first aid kit out of her duffel bag and started cleaning the various scratches and gashes with the stuff that stung like a bitch. Asher couldn't get infections, but it made Amelia feel like she was being a better sister to go through the motions and she always thought it was better to be prepared. As the cloth passed over that particularly nasty wound again, Asher clenched her teeth hard to keep from screaming and waking the other people in the motel. "How are you feeling?" Amelia asked when she noticed her sister's reaction.
"Light headed and sore."
"Well that's to be expected and from what my amateur medical skills can tell, you have a broken rib or two, probably from when that vampire rode you into the ground."
"Do I have to go to the hospital?"
"No. The most they'd do is do a very expensive X-ray before telling you to take it easy and giving you some powerful pain killers that wouldn't work on you anyway because of your werewolf blood or metabolism or something. They'd also want to do tests that would expose you for what you are. So no. No hospital for you. Now hold still." Amelia pulled out a needle that was ready to go with the thick black thread used for stitches and began sewing Asher back together; she had to keep the needle threaded because Asher was very frequently getting herself cut to ribbons.
"Just hurry it up would ya? And give me my phone."
Amelia handed her sister the device. "Who are you going to call at this hour?" she asked.
"Someone who can help."
"Help with what?"
"That nest. There's no way we can take out all those vampires by ourselves, Amelia."
The younger of the two stabbed the needle into Asher purposefully, pricking a small hole in some of the increasingly unblemished skin on her back. She was a werewolf and had increased healing, so it wouldn't do anything other than prove a point. "Don't you call the Winchesters."
"Why the hell not? We work well with them. They're good hunters. Besides, you seem to like Sam well enough."
"Yeah, and you like Dean."
"No I don't." Asher pressed the speed-dial code for Dean's cell and lifted the phone to her ear.
"Then why do you have him on speed-dial?"
"Shut up." The phone rang and Asher bit her split lip, hoping the handsome hunter would answer. She was scared. Being chased by a hoard of angry vampires was not something that happened often—or ever—and it had shaken Asher to her core. Since Asher was normally the one to play the big and tough role, that was saying something. She knew they needed help, and admitting that was something also out of character for her. Amelia probably realized that, but was playing like she didn't. When Asher was scared, it usually meant something big was about to go down. "Hey asshat," she said once the voicemail had picked up. "Hurry it up and call me back. We've got a problem here and we need your help, and that right there should tell you how big a shithole we've gotten ourselves into. Amelia and I are holed up at the Blue Bird Motel on the west side of Oklahoma City, way out in the God damn middle of nowhere. Get your asses here as soon as possible."
"That was a lovely message," Amelia chirped as soon as her sister had hung up.
"Shut up and sew."
"Ash, this is going to take a long time. You're torn all to shit."
"Yeah, thanks for reiterating."
Amelia huffed and resisted the urge to dig her finger into the wound she was working on sewing up. "Ash, I know you're scared and so am I, but just chill out. There's nothing we can do right now so just be quite and let me stitch you up."
Asher tried to think so something snarky to say but came up empty, so she grabbed a pillow and tucked it under her chin so she could lay more comfortably on her stomach while she was slowly brought back into one piece. They sat in silence for a very long time, until the grey light of first dawn broke through the window.
"Have you been in contact with Dean since we saw them last?" Amelia asked.
Asher closed her blue, blue eyes and inwardly sighed. She had known this conversation was one she was going to have to have eventually, but that didn't mean she was prepared or looking forward to it. "Before we left that motel, Dean and I told each other to call if we needed anything. We've been calling each other to ask questions and opinions and whatnot... They're smart, Amelia. I'm not about to waste a good resource."
"And why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I know you're still worried about them going all super-hunter and shooting my ass, that's why."
"And because you're stubborn as all get out and not about to admit to anyone, not even me, that you need help."
She thought about that for a moment. "That too."
"You didn't have to hide this... wait a minute. About two months ago, when you disappeared for like three days, did you run off to meet them?"
"No."
"Did you run off to meet Dean?"
Asher mentally cursed Amelia being smart enough to pick up the need for specifics. "Yeah. We were relatively close and that was when you and I were fighting about that guy I shot in the face, so I wanted to see someone else... We don't have many friends, Amelia, so Dean and I met up for some drinks."
"And?"
"And nothing. We drank, got drunk and passed out."
"Suuure."
Asher clenched her teeth again and didn't respond to Amelia's jibe. Getting drunk and passing out wasn't all that had happened, at least not in that order, but she didn't want to think about what had happened because it was embarrassing from her and she didn't embarrass easily. Dean had taken it well, or appeared to, but she still didn't want to think about it. She looked at her phone, but it remained silent and she cursed again, under her breath.
Another long span of silence stretched out around them as Amelia continued to stitch and Asher just lied there playing the role of a good patient. Eventually, all the wounds on her back were stitched and cleaned again and Asher shifted position so she was sitting up and Amelia could work on the wounds on her arms, chest, stomach and legs. By that point, Asher had gone completely numb from the pain and was in a sort of stupor, thinking of anything and everything but the needle going in and out of her skin. She wasn't pleased to find her thoughts revolving mostly around Dean, but it was betting than the operation going on. The stitching didn't bother her on a gore level, but if she thought about being repaired, she would think about being injured and the pain would all come flooding back. Once her arms were stitched, Amelia cut Asher's shirt off so she could reach the long gash on her chest.
Before she could, however, there was a buzz from her phone and Asher lunged forward to grab it, not thinking and tearing the stitches on her right arm.
"Good job," Amelia breathed, the words more a curse than anything. She'd been working for hours and was no doubt exhausted. And now she was going to have to work more.
"For the third time tonight, shut up."
"Hey, I saved your life tonight."
Ignoring Amelia again, Asher pressed the green button and stuck the phone to her ear. "'Bout time you got back to me, pissbitch."
Author's Note.
Yeah, yeah, so I lied about not starting any more fics, but again, the muses... they have their own minds. I'm just along for the ride, honey. If you're reading my stuff, you'd better buckle up because you're coming to. Of course, you could say this isn't a new fic, just an extension of one I've already posted. Well, whatever. Enjoy this second book of my Supernatural fic. We get to go deeper into Asher and Amelia and their relationship with Sam and Dean. Plus, there is vampires, and that's always fun.
Next Chapter: Big Ass Nest.
