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- Face the Shadow-
Chapter 4
Thirsty
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"I found him in the field Pa" Said the eighteen year old girl as she peered eagerly at her Dad. Her father hoisted the young man over his shoulder, face down, and then laid him on the bed gently, a small squeak of bed springs as he did
"Go get some hot water Crysilda" The father grunted as he observed the cold man wearily.
"My names Chrissy" She told him for the thousandth time, eyes rolled to the heavens. Her father ignored her and continued to survey Dean coldly
His unconscious face was deathly pale, and judging by the way his hand felt like ice he judged he's been lying in the snow for a good four hours. Plus he had no top or shoes on and just a thin pair of jeans, which was downright stupid in this season
Crysilda returned with a bucket of hot water and a cloth, her black hair in her face as she carefully stopped any from spilling. She laid it by the young mans bedside as her father dipped the cloth in and began to dab his forehead and chest.
The teenage girl stood there; staring at the man she had spotted that very night when she heard a long shout. His golden brown hair still had snowflakes scattered in it, and there were even some clinging to his eyes lashes. He looked calm and stable, but she didn't know anything medical, and decided to ask her father, her bright green eyes shining curiously
"Is he ok?"
"I think so" The father said, surveying the way his chest rose and fell mechanically and steadily. He dipped the green cloth into the bucket again and dripped some on his dew covered chest, beginning to dab again. He stopped suddenly, gazing downward as his fingers. Besides the facts he had splinters wedged inside them by the tens, there was a coating of blood on his fingertips-and from what he could see none of his body had been punctured.
There was a long silence as both of them thought in the darkness of the room, his daughter piped in and shattered the silence in the weirdest way -
"Isn't he hot?"
"Chrissy!" The father shot warningly
"Sorry Pa" She said instantly, smirking as she looked down at him.
"He's a stranger and for all we know could be a mass murderer or somethin'…"
She stared down at the peaceful and absent face and snorted to herself. Yeah right…I mean look at that face, it looks like it had been carved by angels. "Anything else I can do?" She murmured
"No Chrissy, why don't you fetch some break-"
He was cut off as suddenly the stranger sat up, knocking the farmer's hand back immediately. He was panting insanely, staring around in shock; he backed away against the bed head, eyes expanding in terror. Chrissy saw the way his lean body was positioned and smiled
"It's ok…" Her father began slowly
Dean stopped struggling backwards and let his eyes flicker between to two. Judging by the gruff beard and work coarsened fingers of the man, the pitchfork on the barn wall; he realized he was in a farm house. He stared up at the black haired young girl, who battered her eyes lashes with a beam
Dean looked away awkwardly and stared back at the 'who he presumed father' "Who are you…where am I?" He began to stutter a little as he relaxed
"You collapsed in our field, Chrissy here found you early this mornin' when she thought she heard a shout. I always tell her not to go out at that time a night" She muttered, shaking his head. Chrissy accompanied his exasperated comment with a rueful smile.
"So you're farmers?" He said lowly
"Yes"
He gave a relieved sigh and sank lower onto the bed, his head hung low as he breathed
"Mind tellin' me whatcha were doin' in our field?" The farmer said slowly, eying him with curious glances
"I'm…Dean, Dean W-…Dean Winters" He said slowly, picking his words with great caution. He decided not to state his real last name at the last minute, what good it did…they already knew his first name. He mentally cursed himself and continued to stare at them. It was still dark, quite dim, but there was an orange tint in the dark blue pastel sky outside, he stared at it anxiously through the window. His dark eyes stared outside, and in the very dark distance was the teal coloured wood mass of the forest, white tipped with snow, just like the grass. He shuddered when he looked at it, and the farmer mistook it from cold.
"You must be freezin'-" He ventured sympathetically "Why don't you take a hot bath…"
"That would be great…" Dean sad truthfully, the thought of hot water and clean skin was very tempting, since he'd been without any form of that for the last two weeks
"Chrissy go fill it up" he muttered, turning his head to her. Then he gave her a very stern 'Don't-do-anything-stupid' glance and returned his gaze to Dean.
"I'll try find you some clothes and some food" He said with a friendly smile
Dean nodded his head blankly
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Sam stared down at the ground of the forest, trying to search the ground for any footsteps what so ever. He irritatedly stepped forwards; annoyed slightly how Dean's heavy footfalls left not a trace
"From what I heard-" Walker said, sitting down and resting his back against a tree as the sun rose "-Your brother didn't wanna be found"
"I can help him"
"No…you can't" Walker muttered sternly "I dunno if you've ever dealt with vampires but there's no-"
"-Cure, I know" Sam muttered emotionlessly.
"Then why, if I may ask, are you looking for him"
"We can manage the curse; we can find a substitute for human blood…" He stammered. To be honest he hadn't thought about this in any minute detail actually, he just wanted his brother back, no matter what the cost
"No, it won't work. Cow blood, sheep blood, you name it…may work for a little while, but to them, human blood is far more tantalizing" He said icily, fiddling with his shotgun
"Dean can fight it"
"No, he can't. No one can, and I for one, hope he's not near anyone right now. Newly turned vampires need to drink at least one pint of blood every three days"
Sam turned to him with wide eyes "What!"
"It's true; I hope your brother is as strong as you presume, because from what I've seen the thirst is ruthless, it'll drive him crazy until he snaps" Walker raised his eyes from the shotgun to Sam's torn and upset eyes.
"What do you suggest we do then?" Sam croaked gently
"Find him…and politely release him" He muttered, returning his gaze to the shotgun in a cowardly motion.
"Kill him you mean" Sam said very slowly and coldly, his eyes settling on Walker, awaiting his voice.
"If you put it that way" Walker murmured, and the sun finally fully peaked over the horizon, dappling them in gold. The darkness left and all that appeared was a beautiful sunset, shining into Sam's eyes. He stared openly at it, and a tear left them
"Any hunter would want to die" Walker said quietly, letting his gun rest undisturbed in his lap. He looked up again at Sam, who was still gazing forwards. "I know I would"
Sam turned around and began to walk away from the sunset "I need some time alone, you stay here"
Walker watched the young man leave, his boots crunching on dry twigs and leaves. His figure blurred slightly under the branches and then disappeared into the sea of green and grey. Walker blinked blankly and stared upwards at the roof of the forest
"He'll get it soon" he murmured, and began to shine his precious shotgun again.
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Dean blinked at Sam's previous words, looking away in the awkward silence. He didn't like the thought of having to kill his brother at all, even under the circumstances of possession.
"Promise me" The drunken Sam begged him slightly
Dean raised his eyes to the heavens in sorrow, he opened his mouth and for a second he couldn't speak.
"Okay…I promise"
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"You just go in there and have your bath" Chrissy said, smiling as she opened the door. Dean rubbed the back of head a little, ignoring her hungry glance at his topless torso. Once he was sure her footsteps had left down the hall he let on hand rest on the wall, exasperated and torn. He fingered the layer of dirt and scratches on his skin sadly and slid down his jeans, letting them fall in a heap on the floor
He placed his hands on each side of the bath and slid in very slowly, giving a long sigh of relief as the hot water hit his skin in its glory and brilliance. The steam rose up past his face in furls of vapour as he closed his eyes, letting all but his head be consumed by the water. He reached out blindly and grasped some soap; he began to scrub the gritty layer of dirt of his arms and legs in a beautiful thick musky smell of lavender.
He lay there, consumed in getting all the dirt and dust of his skin. He then took on the daunting task of pulling out every splinter from his arms, torso and feet. Once all that was completed he slid down further, so his mouth was barely was just peeking above the surface.
For a few minutes he remained like that, no thought drifting by his mind, just a complete and utter blank silent. Then under the pleasantly warm water he rubbed his tongue on his fangs, and winced sadly. The fucking bitches that they were…they ruined my life and shoved it in my face…
And my brother's
He raised his head above the water, running a hand through his hair. He realized it was matted with dirt and other assorted pieces of soil and grime. He shuddered, grabbing a small grab of shampoo and spurting a small cream size blob into his palm absently. He rubbed it in his hair, shaking of the sickening urges as black rubbed off into his hands and trickled down his face. For at least twenty minutes he repeated the process of shampooing, then dumping his head under the water.
When he was done with all that, the water had gone a sick brownish-yellow. He stood up, now room temperature water dripping off his body. He reached down a pulled the plug, letting the sick mix swirl down the drain. It was when he was watching the liquid fall down the throat like drain his unbelievably longing thirst returned
He gasped a little as his throat became parched instantly, he gave a small 'Ugh' like groan and tried to ignore it, grabbing a white towel and drying himself as it began to pang at him like a headache. He suddenly froze, his now amazingly sharper ears picking up a small shuffle of feet and a quick inhale of breath
He didn't turn his head, he pretended not to notice. He could picture him turning around, facing the now ajar door and staring into Chrissy's one eye, watching him dry himself intrusively. He didn't blame her really, she was out in the middle of nowhere with only her father, it was like an uncontrollable desire
Like his thirst
He very casually made sure no part of his lower body was in her eyesight as he dried himself. He resisted the urge to very accidentally bump the door and block her view, but that would seem to on-purpose. She'd already seen his…bottom half anyway; he'd been unprotected by the towel for at least a minute while she had been standing there. He looked up at the roof and began to mouth words to himself to distract his thoughts
Now he nonchalantly turned around and walked towards the door, reaching for the brass handle without looking down.
He barely heard her slip down the hall like a shadow, hurriedly and frantically, but calm and well paced
Oh yeah, she was good
He smirked to himself in the darkness of his situation and opened the door entirely, staring down at the pair of clothes at its base.
He looked at his skin momentarily as he was getting changed, his skin was getting paler and paler, soon it would begin to look weird and suspicious to every day people.
Then again he could tell everyone he was half albino
He dried his hair once his clothes were on, and then he returned to the kitchen where the farmer was making breakfast out of eggs.
"So" he muttered without turning away from the pan "Where are you from?"
"Uhh…I'm visiting here with my brother" He lied rather unconvincingly.
The farmer could tell it was a lie straight away, but he decided not to push on the stranger, he didn't want to get sucked into anything bad.
There was a silence "Mind I…sit down for a second?" He asked, gritting his teeth as his tongue asked for blood again.
"Yeah that's fine"
Again, silence. One word swam around Dean's head annoyingly, blood, blood, blood, blood…
"Like eggs?" He asked emotionlessly
"Oh," Dean started rather embarrassed "I was actually gonna get out of your hair and leave-"
"-Nonsense, No one leaves here without a stomach full of grub" He turned around and smirked, a polite glint in his eyes
Dean looked at him, trying to return a smile, but he knew the vampire culture very well - eating human food lost its taste now completely, and resembled eating cardboard.
Can't be that bad?
"Eggs it is" he said with a false grin, his thirst still annoying him.
Blood, blood, blood…
Chrissy sat next to him without consent at the table as two fried eggs slid themselves in front of Dean, she watched him pick up the fork and swallow the white rubbery outside of the egg, trying not to touch it with his tongue
He forced it down his throat with great struggle, wouldn't look very polite if he hacked it back up…He felt the revolting taste stay in his mouth, like a disgusting curled jelly, writhing like a flabby snake in his mouth
He froze, his every muscle becoming stone as a hand rested on his leg. The egg slid down his throat and his stomach as his breathing stopped.
Chrissy…
As her hand gently laid itself upon his leg, her wrist came in contact with his thigh. He could feel her pulse, steady like a drumbeat. Sweet blood, from her heart, rushing down her veins and all around her body,
Blood, blood, blood…
Don't touch her Dean
Blood, blood, blood…
He could feel her eyes settle on him, he could almost feel warm red blood slide ever so welcomingly down his throat…
Blood…Blood…Blood…
Dean shot up from the table, pushing his chair back with the back of his legs, and knocking her hand off his leg, releasing him from the blood lusting trance. They both stared at him, shocked with wide eyes
"I…I'm sorry" He said shaking his head with his eyes closed
Blood…
"I need to go…" He ran out from the kitchen, down the hall and out of the house. He sprinted as hard as he could across the field, leaping energetically over bumps in the terrain. He sped through the grass like the wind before they even got to the front door, his hair whipping the wind as he ran like cheetah
They both watched his figure disappear into a small patch of bush at least a half kilometer away in front of their house and past their fields.
"What the…" The farmer murmured
Chrissy gave a very put out and angry look and returned inside, annoyed and irritated
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Perched in a tree, high above the woods was Hayl, eyes shining. He watched the Winchester brother speed out of sight, he spoke down to the others, standing below him expectantly, cold eyes raised up the tree
"Go talk to those two, and then hunt him down"
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Authors note: This was a pretty pointless chapter, but still…Review me, even to insult me. I don't care, Lol.
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