DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in this story but I have added in a few demons that aren't in the programme.
A/N: Please review and read! Oh well other way round but you get the point. :D Thanks xx
SUMMARY: It's war between vampire, demon and Demon hunter. She is fading fast and he knows she has not long left. He is her last hope to make the pain go away, to make it all seem worth it.
TITLE: Shatter
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Pushing Lilith back, she let out an angered grunt as she wrestled her to the ground and searched blindly for her own knife. When she located it, she dug it deep into the blonde's chest and falling backwards when puffs of black smoke evaded her lips.
"What happened?" She panted, turning around to come face to face with a yellow eyes demon.
"She is gone now, little Sammy over there seemed to have finished the job." He chuckled, pointing to Sam who was stood with a gun in one hand. "How rude of me. I am Azazel… and you are?" Gulping aloud, she backed away into Larten's arms where he stepped forward in front of her and sighed.
"I am Larten, this is Arra. Tell me… Azazel, what do you want?" Smiling a crooked smile, a smile even crueller than the one of Desmond Tiny, he snarled and lurched forward.
"I am here to end this prophesy. Only one clan can survive and I intend on it being mine. Lucifer should be coming soon once the last seal is broken and then… we will over power you once and for all. The last seal has been broken, tonight Lucifer rises." Stepping one small, fractional step forward, Mr Crepsley wearily scanning his surroundings.
"What exactly is a seal?" Jumping back slightly when he turned around, Mr Crepsley backed further away only to have Azazel walk further forwards.
"A seal is what keeps Lucifer bound to Hell. All 66 have been broken. Your perfect little brother agreeing to Alastair was one which was hard to break but he seemed to manage in assisting." Looking to Dean, Sam sighed at the guilt evident in his brother's eyes.
"It's not your fault Dean. You spent four months in Hell, that seems like forty years and you tried, you really tried to say no and you managed thirty years." Shaking his head, Dean followed the sigh.
"No Sammy, I didn't try hard enough. I should've said no, I tried so damn hard to say no but it was killing me being on the rack. I had to agree. I liked it Sam, I liked torturing their souls." The desperation was obvious in his eyes and he wanted to reverse time, he wanted to hate it but he didn't, he loved it.
"Anyway, problem is… he's bringing the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The death of Lilith was all we needed to break the last seal. Bending down, Azazel smiled wickedly at Lilith's corpse and Mr Crepsley noticed the circle like shape her blood was forming. "Well done boys, you just caused the apocalypse." A hand fell onto Mr Crepsley shoulder and so he let go of Arra and turned to face him. "Ah, Alastair, here to see the fun I suppose." He was also a scary looking man. He looked old, locks of grey combed neatly, all in place but his pearly white teeth perfect in his mouth.
"Azazel, Lucifer is coming, he is out of his cage and he will be here in the near future. The death of Lilith is a disaster but it is not fatal for our clan, her murder was completely necessary. I only fear there are more vampires to come." Mr Crepsley's eyes thinned into tiny almost black slits as he smiled, stretching the scar across his face longer.
"How right you are." Arra snarled, looking over to the seven vampires who were approaching. "Meet Master Darren Shan, Vanez Blane, Seba Nile, Paris Skyle, Arrow, Mika Ver Leth and Vancha March." Next, Mr Crepsley spoke up again in a low and menacing tone.
"They are not the only assisters. Azazel, Hibernius Tall, Evra Von, Rhamus, Alexander and Madame Truska, they are all from the Cirque du Freak." Mr Crepsley went silent when a burst of red flames erupted from Lilith's blood.
"Oh, did I miss the introductions? How saddening, I must catch up. Evening everyone, I'm Lucifer and I am going to murder you all but do not fear, you will go to this lovely resort called hell where one month is the equivalent to ten years." Widening his eyes, Evra stepped back with fear. "These are the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Meet Death, War, Famine and Pestilence, they are all very evil and can kill within a second so do watch out. Let us proceed with the war." He mumbled, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Eight more soon arrived, a cloaked figure with a covered but wrinkled face, a man wearing clothes from centuries ago and a shining hook for a hand, a woman with sharpened fingernails and huge teeth… a werewolf, a shape shifter in the form of a twenty, twenty five year old woman, a demon named Astaroth, a demon named Botis who appeared as a viper, a demon called Charon and a demon called Eurynome who fed off corpses and was also referred to as the Prince of Death.
Arra was wounded from her fight with Lilith so she was leant against a rock when the shape shifter leant over her with a manic grin spread across her face. Suddenly, her eyes turned from dark brown to fluorescent, unearthly blue, almost white with hints of yellow and she pulled a jagged, curved knife from her pocket.
"You're lucky day's finally arrived." She smiled, lifting the dagger above Arra's chest and laughing frenziedly.
"Arra!" Vanez screamed, grabbing Mr Crepsley's attention. The Prince of Death appeared behind Vancha and span him round, his eyes turning red like those of the crossroad demons.
"I am so sorry this has to end so soon, and we were just becoming friends." The shape shifter taunted.
"What are you going to do to me?" Arra asked, terrified by the sharp point on the dagger.
"Oh, I'm not going to do anything… but my vessel might." With that, she tore her own chest apart and within minutes forming the shape and features of Arra. "See, I can transform into anything I want… even vampires. Wonder how your little boyfriend would handle murder by his own mate. Ooh, harsh I know. Maybe it's for the best, the vampire clan would hate to be wiped out by one person but Eurynome seems to be taking care of that huh? And let's not forget Lucifer" Bringing the dagger down, she tore deep into the flesh of Arra's chest as a pained screech rippled through the air.
"I can do whatever I want." She giggled, being forced into silence when a gun was placed on her head.
"Don't count on it bitch." Dean whispered, pulling the trigger. "One down, about twenty to go. Ah, I'm goin' to hell anyway." Dean smiled, looking over at Lucifer whose target was set on one person… Darren. The future of the vampires looked bleak and Sam and Dean would rather help one clan than have double the chance of being wiped out. Mr Crepsley hurried over to Arra who was gasping for air.
"Arra, please do not die, please hold on." He begged, gasping at the floods of crimson liquid.
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