Death for Breakfast
AN: This chapter contains CAM in some detail, so if this offends you, skip the first half. If violence against vampires offends you, skip the last part. Please read and review.
The Dream World
Sam pulled her dresser drawer open and slipped an oversized tee shirt on. She was sleepy from the warm soup; not as good as her grandmother had made, but better than anything she could get from a can. She pulled the blankets up to her chin and settled into her queen-sized bed. She wanted to take the sleep aid the doctor had prescribed her, but it interfered with her dreams. She wanted to see Carly tonight, so she risked the nightmares. The stress of her many jobs and her failed personal life kept her mind occupied longer than she liked, but slowly she drifted off to sleep.
"Hello Samantha." She heard the brunette call her. Carly was the only one she let call her Samantha. "I've missed you."
Sam ran to her, "I've missed you too." They embraced; Sam was barely keeping her tears at bay. "I've been a wreck since the last time I was with you."
Carly caressed Sam's face, "It's okay, you know I'll never leave you."
"That's another thing; what about Shawn? He's out there in the real world hunting you down. I'm scared cupcake. I'm really scared for you. This guy's like unstoppable."
"No, he's not, he just wants everyone to think that he is. I've had better men hunt for me, and they've all failed." This didn't make Sam feel any better. "Do you have anything going on that you can't leave for a while?"
"Why?"
"How would you like to come to Europe? See my homeland." Carly ran a hand down Sam's back, stopping on her rear. "See me."
"I don't have the money. My mom got cancer last year and I had to spend most of it on chemo and other treatments. If I had it, I'd be on the next flight out of Seattle."
"There'll be a First Class Boarding Pass at the counter of British Airways in your name, good on any flight. When you get up tonight, just pack some clothes and get to the airport." Carly stopped for a moment, "How is your mom?"
"She's in remission." Sam exhaled slowly; "She's going to the doctor every few months now. When she dies, I'll be alone." Sam started to cry, "I don't wanna be alone."
Carly wiped the tears away, "As long as I'm alive, you'll never be alone. I promise you Samantha, you'll never be alone." She leaned in and kissed Sam on the neck, just below her ear. "I love you Samantha." She whispered.
"I love you too Carly." Sam kissed her. Their tongues dueled, clothes melted away. Sam brought her hands to Carly's nipples, already hard points. She pulled on the tight buds, "God, that gets me hot Sam."
"How hot?" Sam asked, then took one into her mouth. As she slowly suckled one, then the other nipple, she felt Carly's hands sliding up her back.
"You know how much I want you." Carly answered in a throaty whisper. She gently, yet firmly pushed Sam's head to her wet core. In their shared dream, a soft bed appeared under them. "Sam, swing that beautiful pussy around." The two lovers tried to make the other person come first. To their enjoyment, they tied. Carly snuggled underneath the slightly taller blonde. Sam's hand idly toyed with Carly's hair.
"I wish my hair was straight like this."
"I like it just the way it is." Carly turned her head and kissed Sam softly. "I know you're scared, but we'll get through this. I promise, we will get through this."
"I just don't understand why he's doing this."
"He wants revenge, simple as that." Carly caressed Sam's cheek. "Were you any different when Freddie was killed?"
Sam swallowed; Freddie Benson was a name from her past. It had been seven years since he had been killed by vampires; ironically, he had been working on getting supernaturals equal rights. Freddie's murder had killed any hope of that for a while. Sam recalled tracking and killing the vampires responsible, earning her the nickname 'The Executioner'. "No, but why did you do it?"
"Before I can take my place on the council, I have to redeem myself by killing him in single combat. He would never agree to this if his wife was alive, so I killed her." Sam was stunned at how causally Carly could talk about killing someone. Carly's lips on her neck snapped her out of her daze. "Let's stop talking about him, I wanna focus on you." Sam returned the affections; they made soft, tender love. Both forgetting the troubles of the real world. Only the other person mattered. Afterwards, they simply cuddled.
Finally Sam spoke, "I'll be on the first flight I can get to…where are you?"
"Romania. The closest airport is Brasov." Carly slowly traced a scar on Sam's arm. "It's ironic, that Bran Castle is in Brasov."
"Why?"
"It was once a summer palace of Vlad Tepes, a.k.a. Vlad the Impaler, a.k.a. Dracula. Shawn's grandfather. It's a very beautiful castle. Maybe when you're here we can see it at night." Carly looked into Sam's blue eyes. "There's one thing I want to do with you that can never happen in my lifetime."
"What?"
"I want to watch the sunrise with you. I haven't seen the sunrise in over 2000 years. Is it still breath-taking?"
"Yeah, it is. Especially if you're with someone you love." Neither said anything for a while. Sam started nodding off.
"I should let you rest, you look worn out." Carly sat up and manifested some clothes. "I love you Samantha Puckett."
"I love you Carly Shay." Sam took her wrist gently, yet firmly. "Stay with me, just until I'm asleep. I have nightmares if I don't take my Lunesta, but it interferes with dreams, so I skipped it tonight so I could see you."
Carly settled back on the bed next to Sam. "Anything for you Samantha." She sat until Sam faded from this dream and into another. Carly made a mental list of things to do when she woke up. She needed to have that boarding pass ready and a car at the airport for Sam's arrival. She would also need to have some human food on hand. She had left instructions that she was not to be disturbed.
"Carly!" One of her underlings shouted. "You need to wake up for this!"
In the real world she rolled over, "Someone had better be dead, or you will be."
"It's Ofmin, he's dead." Carly had a bewildered look. "You're now in charge of the bloodline."
"What happened? Gimme some deets!" No one said anything. "I need information you fucking idiots!" She turned to one of the human servants; "Some coffee would be nice."
"Shawn Wolff went to the Council of Seven with an order of execution for you. Deroga said that each line was to decide how they would handle this. Most stayed neutral, Ofmin said we are to kill him on site. Shawn was preparing to leave when Ofmin ordered his were-beasts to attack. Shawn took out about 10 and Ofmin said something about his dead wife and Shawn killed him."
"What did he say?"
"Just what you said about her blood being the sweetest you had ever tasted."
"How did he die?"
"Shawn ran a sword through his neck then put two bullets in his head." The messenger kept his eyes down. "It took two full-blood werewolves to pull the sword out of the stone wall."
"Alright, Shawn Wolff is to be captured if possible, but killed otherwise. I need a boarding Pass at the Seattle international Airport via British Airways for Brasov. Don't think, just make it happen." She looked around the room. "I will need a car and driver at the airport to pick up a very special visitor, Samantha Puckett."
"'The Executioner'? I will take care of her myself." Michael said, grinning. He touched the scar on his cheek. "I have a score to settle with her."
"She is my lover, if you touch her, I'll rip your heart out and leave you to bake in the sun. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Mistress." He averted his eyes.
Carly smirked, "'Mistress', I like that. Keep an eye on the pass and when she used it, see when she will arrive and plan accordingly."
"As you wish." They left Carly to carry out their orders.
San Francisco
Willow was just about to head out the door when her cell phone rang.
"Hello."
"It's Shawn."
"How's Europe?"
"Wouldn't know, It's 'little' Shawn." He still had to use his nickname even though he was 35.
"Sorry, you sound just like your dad."
"People say I look like him too." She could hear people talking in the background. "I need you to come to the Darkstar Avenue lab."
"When?"
"Now, they cracked the reversion issues. Dark Star is operational."
"Really? How?"
"Not over the phone. Just get here."
"Be there in…" She looked at her watch, "20 minutes."
"Sounds good."
"Ever see a vampire gorilla?" Shawn pointed to a caged animal. He held up a dart gun and pulled the trigger. The gorilla stopped thrashing and fell down in the middle of his enclosure. All signs of vampirism disappeared.
"How did they get it to work?" Willow looked over the test results.
"The scientists isolated an antigen from a sample of dad's blood and were able to synthesize it. They haven't been able to test it on a vampire yet, but I see no reason why it wouldn't work."
"How much of this do you have?"
"Why?"
"I think we need to get some to Shawn."
"It won't work on him. This is designed for acquired vampirism. Dad was born a vampire."
"I was thinking more like he could use this on Julia. Turn her and get you the 'human' trial you need."
"Pack your bags for Europe." 'Little' Shawn ordered. She thought back to when he was a child, in awe of his father, and now he was continuing his work. She almost laughed at the memories of changing his diaper, now he was her boss.
"I have some stuff I need to finish, but I should be ready by tomorrow."
"I'll have a G-5 on standby."
Belgrade, Eastern Romania
Shawn walked into the blood bar; he truly despised these places, but the information he needed was in one of these. He had worn a loose fitting duster over a polo style shirt and jeans. As he walked up to the bar, a vampire sitting next to him held a red headed woman's arm out.
"Bloody Mary?" He offered.
Shawn shook his head and pulled a simple copper coin from his pocket, setting it on the bar.
The bar tender looked at the coin, "What'll it be?"
"Mahovian Blood wine." The bar tender re-examined the coin.
"Yes Lord Tepes." The coin bore the family crest of the Tepes clan and announced his position within that family. "Two glasses."
"Yes sir."
Shawn sipped one of the goblets in front of him. The vampire next to him smelled the blood wine and forgot about Mary. He simply dropped her on the floor.
"That stuff any good?"
"Very, I have an extra glass." He pushed it towards the vampire; "Do you happen to know where I might find a vampire master named Julia Caesar?"
"Never heard of her."
"She sometimes calls herself Carly Shay?"
"You the Day-Walker?" A new voice interrupted.
Shawn looked in the mirror behind the bar and noted the two were-leopards. "Yes, and I'm having a drink with my new friend…" Shawn looked at the vampire on his right.
"James." He answered.
"James, so if you wouldn't mind, go hump someone else's leg."
"Carly put a bounty on your head, one million Euros." The one said, cracking his knuckles. "I plan on collecting."
"One million Euros, I'm insulted. It should be at least 10 million." Shawn continued to sip his drink. The pair approached figuring they could take him without a fight; Shawn set his drink down. "Boys, I'm gonna give you a free lesson in bounty hunting; always know where your target's hands are."
The two looked at the mirror and saw Shawn had slipped his hands under his coat. Aiming with the mirror, Shawn fired at the two, missing with the first few rounds but eventually hitting them both. "I had hoped to avoid unnecessarily killing anyone, but…" He scanned at the crowd. "I am looking for Julia Caesar, goes by Carly Shay, nowadays. Anybody know where she is?"
"Eat shit half breed." A young vampire yelled. As the vampire charged Shawn, readied himself for battle. The young vampire was trained, but not very experienced in hand-to-hand combat. Shawn easily blocked his punches and when the vampire threw a kick, Shawn caught his leg and threw him into the wall. He quickly pulled two wooden stakes from his coat, driving the stakes through the vampire's shoulders, pinning him to the wall.
"Now, if you would please tell me your name."
"Fuck off!"
"Okay, fuck off." Shawn replied, examining the vampire's wrist. "I see you have the mark of Ofmin. I want to know where I can find your master."
"Eat me!"
"No thank you, I ate before I left home tonight." Shawn pulled a necklace from his pants pocket. "This belonged to my wife, her crucifix." He slowly dragged it along the vampire's face, burning him.
"That hurts!"
"It's supposed to, it's an interrogation." Shawn pulled the chain back. "Again, where is Julia?"
"She'll kill me if I tell you!"
"I'll kill you if you don't." The threat was even scarier due to Shawn's calmness. "Which one of us can you run from?"
The vampire looked around, no one was gonna help him. "Brasov. She's in Brasov."
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Shawn pulled the stakes out. "Get outta here." The Vampire just stood there, dazed. "If you're still here when I finish my drink, I'll kill you."
"I hope she rips your heart out!" He shouted over his shoulder as he ran out the door.
Shawn sat down at the bar and drained his goblet. "She already has. Can I get a refill?"
