Here's chapter 3 ya'll. Some will be a little shorter that others but I'm going to try to update everyday. Thanks for the reviews so far. You guys are great. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3
They shoved him into another large room. Sam looked around quickly trying to find a way out but Victor said, "Don't even think about it Sam, remember, Dean's in the other room, all I have to do is say the word. Now sit down!" Sam walked over to a chair and sat down.
"What do you want?" he asked. "We said we'd leave this town."
"You wouldn't leave Sam. Neither one of you would. You would go down the road and rent a motel room. Then you'd figure out how to destroy the spirit, then you'd come back and help this town. Your conscious wouldn't allow you to leave, so we're going to make sure that you don't get that chance. This town belongs to to us. We're not about to let you two stop what our Master wants to do here." said Victor.
"Who is your Master?" asked Sam trying to find out as much information as possible.
"He collects souls Sam, ever heard of him?" Sam stared at Victor in shock. He had of course, but this particular type of spirit had not been around for ages. He feeds off the souls of his victims, and even though he is not a vampire, he also feeds off their blood.
"Who conjured him?" asked Sam.
"I did." said Victor.
"You made a mistake man. He's not your friend. He'll use you until he's through with you, then he'll destroy you like he does the rest of his victims," explained Sam.
"I don't think so, but guess who he wants to drain first." Sam didn't answer. He already knew and as he watched, the spirit of the soul collector took over Victors body and glanced down at Sam, who started breathing very heavy. He shook his head as two of the men jerked him to his feet and chained him to the center of the room. "Don't worry Sam," he said in a voice that no longer belonged to Victor, "Just a taste. I don't won't you completely drained, not yet." The soul collector walked over and ripped off Sam's tshirt revealing his chest. He took a knife and made a cut down the front. Not deep, just enough to bleed. Sam winced at the pain and then gagged as the soul collector licked the blood. "Nice!" the spirit said then glared at Sam. "So, you came to this town to destroy me, is that right?" The spirit licked his lips. "You're blood tastes good. "You have psychic abilities don't you?" he asked Sam, who refused to talk. The soul collector placed his hands on Sam's face and Sam closed his eyes against the pain he knew was coming, but it still didn't prepare him for the blinding pain that followed and he began to scream in agony! "Answer me when I talk to you!" said the spirit. "Do you have psychic abilities!"
"I have visions sometimes!" said Sam panting and the soul collector stopped and nodded his head. "I thought so." he said. "I'm going to enjoy draining you." He turned to the men, "Bring the other one!"
Dean's head shot up as he heard his brothers screams. He was finally able to get out of ropes and was making his way over to the door. "Hold on Sam." he said and was about to open it when two of the men came inside and jumped him. He fought hard and was doing pretty good at defeating the both of them until a third man joined the fight and hit him in the head, knocking him down! He didn't loose consciousness, but he was dazed and they pulled him to his feet and held him between them. The third man began to hit him repeatedly until he couldn't fight back anymore, then they dragged him into the other room with his brother and dumped him on the floor. He lay there barely conscious and bleeding!
"Dean!" yelled Sam. Victor came over to where Dean lay. "Get up!" he said, but Dean couldn't move. Victor kicked him hard in the side and Dean grunted and rolled into a ball.
"I said get the hell up!" Dean looked up at the man with distaste as he struggled to his feet. "Who are you?" asked Dean swaying. He was having a hard time staying on his feet, but then he saw Sam. "Sam!" he yelled and stumbled over to him. "Are you ok!" He saw the cut on his chest and the fear in his eyes. This seemed to fuel him with knew strength.
He turned on Victor and lunged, only to be pulled back again! "Chain him." he said and they chained him to the ceiling close to his brother!
"You son of a bitch! What did you do to him?" yelled Dean.
"He's your weakness Dean. Remember that." said Victor. "Keep an eye on them. I'll be back." Victor left leaving Sam and Dean chained with 6 very angry men standing guard.