Hey guys, sorry for the delay with the real start of the new story. But I guess I'm not the only one who had problems to put something online?
Well, lets dig into the story now...
Lee
Red Squirrel Inn, three days prior
"So, you really think this Adze-guy is after little children?" Dean asked, lolling on top of the blankets in their newest motel-room, while Sam sat on the little table, working on their research.
"According to the authorities there have been two children been found. It's all around the port, the ferry and the island. One child vanished while playing on the beach, one before boarding the ferry. Both children were found in the water…" Sam stopped for a moment. He hated to go on. "The kids were found in the water. Dead, bloodless…" He looked over to his brother, who had sat up. "This is heavy stuff." Dean said, and Sam nodded wordlessly.
"I really think we should go after this Adze-son-of-a-bitch before another child turns up dead." "There's only a slight problem here." Sam said, holding up is index-finger.
Dean raised his eyebrows at him. "That would be?" he asked, as Sam didn't continue.
"Adze needs a host. He's able to possess people. Those people… are drinking the blood for him!" "Ewwww, gross dude!" Dean looked disgusted. "I didn't find any exorcism-ritual, only one entrance in 1798, there the host was… killed." Sam explained.
"To safe a kid from been sucked bloodless, I'd go so far." Dean stated deadly serious. Now it was Sam's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Dude, we're so not going there…" he just said, continuing the research. "I think I'll call Bobby, maybe he has an idea."
The next day
Dean cowered behind one of the huge wooden crates in the dimly lit room, listening for any traitorously signs. He and Sam had found the bastard after searching for the last couple of days and had lost him right on the sun-deck of the ferry. They splitted up, so they'd be able to track down the son of a bitch faster. He flinched as he heard a metal clang, followed by a curse. Someone from the staff must be here. He could hear a door open and close, waited and counted slowly to thirty, before moving on.
Dean searched the cargo-hold almost for half an hour now, looking into every car and crate, he moved by, not finding anything. As he was about to turn around, and try to find Sam, something caught his eye. It was a small pin, lying on the ground. Dean bent down, to pick up the item. At the same time the hairs on the back of his neck raised and an alarming bell went off in his head. But it was too late. He felt the hard blow, onto the base of his skull, feeling the blood that rushed down his nose and throat and then his consciousness was gone…
…
Sam had searched the area, not finding any signs that the demon had taken this way, which only left one option. It had gone his brother's way. Sam hurried back the way he had come going after his brother. He stopped dead, as he saw the puddle of blood, with a small pin in the middle. As he crouched in front of it he felt adrenaline rush through his body and swallowed hard, as he saw that someone had dragged a finger through the sticky liquid. Grabbing his gun tighter, he got up and moved forward. "Dean!" he whispered. But all remained quiet.
…
Outside, it had started to rain. The sun was hidden behind dark and thready clouds and the first lightning was followed by a hollow rumble. All passengers had left the sun-deck pushing inside the ferry's on-board-restaurant.
Brian Coldwood, or at least the thing, that had taken control over Brian Coldwood's body, didn't care. He was one of the staff-member, and this meat-suit was just wonderful, when you searched for young and fresh blood. He dragged the prone body of the man along, knowing, he would have to get rid of him immediately. He had tasted his blood as well. Also it didn't taste as good and rich as children's blood, it was definitely some great energy it inhabited. A pity to waste him, but a man put up too much of a struggle. Kids were so much easier to handle. He was standing on the railing working hard to haul the unconscious man over it.
One last time, he breathed in the powerful scent of the man's blood, then he pushed and followed the body with his eyes, as it hit the water.
TBC...
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