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MARY'S POV
"What do you mean you can't?" I practically screamed at him. My fingers slipped through the snug chain mail that covered the gate as I tried to get closer to him. "Please tell me it's because you don't have the key and not because you've turned into some mindless little shitbot!" I usually have a better lid on my temper, but that look he's giving me is rubbing me the wrong way. He's hiding something. His damn tell was so obvious it made me want to punch him in the face. That and other reasons that were completely justified right now. Something is going on!
Wren's head drops and the guilt that's radiating off him is almost suffocating. Please don't do this Wren. I'm silently begging-how pathetic. "Wren." I challenged. "Look at me!" He didn't. He wouldn't even try to catch my eye. What the hell's going on! I don't understand. By now he'd of unlocked the doors, got us out of here kicked and screaming. Just move, damn it!
"I can't, Mare." He heaves and I recognize it as him holding back tears. Something was definitely wrong. I tried a different approach.
My hand reached out to him, much like earlier this morning with the vampire, Godric. I needed him. "Wren." I breathed gently. "Open the door so we can talk. I'm here for you. I always have been." It didn't matter that I wanted to bash his head in, I would work this angle until he gave in. I didn't let myself believe that he wouldn't, not even for a second. That was where I went wrong. I didn't prepare myself for failure.
"I'm sorry." He cries, literally, and closes the door. A distinct lock is heard and I feel like I've gone blind. I couldn't see anything, it was like nothing was there. Just the imprint of knowing that he had been. That he'd been standing there and did absolutely nothing. He turned his back on me. I didn't even realize it was my voice screaming until a pull on my arm and a warm embrace enclosed me. My head still turned awkwardly at the door.
"Coward! You fucking coward!" My breathing was out of sorts, I wasn't even sure my brain knew what it was doing anymore. It had been so mind-fucked that I didn't even think it could reboot.
"It's okay, calm down." I heard Sookie's voice say in my ear and usually that would upset me. But my mind couldn't take any more abuse. I shook and tears fell. All I wished for was Sam and Dean at that moment. Not some stranger. I just wanted someone to explain this to me. Someone to show me out of this mind puddle my brain was stuck in.
I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep. When I'd succumb to the darkness I couldn't tell you. It didn't matter anyways, it didn't even feel like I'd closed my eyes at all. The ache in them couldn't be pushed away with sleep.
"Mornin'. Refreshments? How did y'all sleep?" It was the reverend and my anger didn't even try to bubble over. It stayed stationary. It was tired. Too tired to deal with his plastic-like grin that on any normal occasion would make me want to punch it. But my body was too weak. It could have been for the fact I'd had no food or water going on two days, or that the event with Wren had done more damage than I thought. But, that's betrayal for you I guess.
"They're coming for us, you know?" Sookie challenged. I vaguely remember the feeling of curiosity at who 'they' were that was coming. But my head lulled on the cardboard box as I almost attempted to tune out the conversation. But nothing in my body wanted to listen today, much less my ears.
"Yeah, well, that's what I thought. Figured a pretty girl like you'd have a vamp running off to her rescue. Actually, we were kinda hopin' for it, weren't we Gabe?" My ears surely peaked at that. Vampire is the last word I wanted to hear in conjunction to coming or rescue. I didn't want any near me. Sookie glanced at me like she read my mind and I was starting to think I wasn't actually just paranoid.
"Yes, sir. Bring it on." Came the obedient cry of the reverend's lacky, Gabe. He must have been a soldier, I conclude. His posture was straight and his voice compliant. Almost like a robot. They're all robots. I sigh. Now Wren was one too. Luckily everyone ignored my sad groan as I lulled my head again on the box.
"Yeah, we're ready for him. We've been ready for a long time." Newlin said matter-a-factly.
"You're gonna get yourself killed. That's not a threat, it's a fact." Sookie said confidently, warning them. I couldn't stop myself from agreeing.
"She's right, you know. You're all gonna die. Just a bunch of cowards thinking crossbows can protect them." I laugh humorlessly. "Idiots."
"Oh, honey. It's not us that's going to die tonight. With one whiff of your blood, they'll all be too distracted munching down on you to even notice when we stick them all in the heart." Newlin said in an oddly cheerful voice. Psycho.
"Shame too," Gabe grunts and licks his lips. Newlin ignores him. None of these people are Christians. Just because you say it doesn't make it so. I scoff.
"They've got you all twisted up, haven't they, with their… with their glamoring and their empty promises and their evil blood." Newlin directs to Sookie.
"You're the ones who are twisted. You call yourself Christians? Jesus would be ashamed of you." I look at her, wide-eyed...so I'm not crazy. You hear me don't you.
I saw her arm twitch uncomfortably and I knew she did. I chuckle and cover my face with my hands. I finally push myself up and place my face into my pulled knees.
"Oh, I guess we're just gonna have to agree to disagree on that one. Now, things got a little out of hand last night, and I apologize for that. I'm not the monster that the vampire-lovin' media makes me out to be." The reverend smiles at Sookie like she's the crazy one.
"Yeah, right." Sookie sneers.
"All I want from you is a couple of answers, and then I'll be more than happy to feed you a nice hot breakfast and send you on your way." He coaxed. Anyone stupid enough to fall for that deserves to be in here. I scowl at the reverend. He's nothing but a liar.
"What do you want to know?" Hugo finally speaks. I watch him closely. He's sweating profusely and I'm not clear on why. It wasn't even that hot. But I guess we found the stupid one in the group.
"Shut up." Sookie hissed.
"Sookie, we need to get out of here. Just tell them what they want to know. Her name is Sookie Stackhouse, and I'm Hugo Ayers." He continues and I shake my head if only for Sookie's sake.
"Hugo, no."
"We were sent here by the vampires of Area Nine to find their sheriff." Okay, what is he talking about? Sheriffs? As in, vampire sheriffs? I try to rack my brain on if I'd ever heard that before but I'm coming up blank. I'm probably not in the best state of mind to be learning new terms and hierarchy.
"Sookie Stackhouse. From Bon Temps?" The reverends demeanor completely changes and If I wasn't already aware of the fact this man is fucking nuts, I would have been in this moment.
"How do you know where I'm from?"
"You're Jason Stackhouse's… sister. Am I right?" Jason Stackhouse. I don't know why I was wondering why-as her brother-he had a normal name while she was stuck with Sookie.
"You know Jason? He's got nothin' to do with this." She instantly went into protective sibling mode, which I can relate to.
"Come on, Gabe." Newlin and Gabe walk out on the distraught Sookie. I feel bad for her. I know how it feels when your family is being threatened.
"How do you know my brother?" She screams after them only to be met with the slamming of the wooden door. Nice work." She yells towards Hugo.
"We sat down here all night waiting for your boyfriend to show up. You can go on and play damsel in distress all you want, but one way or another, I'm getting' us out of here." He justified. I didn't by it.
"Hugo, do me a favor, please. Just shut the fuck up." She said aggravated. I lean my head back on the box. My mind goes back to nothing and I fall asleep pretty quickly waiting for my own rescue party.
"Hey! Hey, I need to use the bathroom. Hey! Come on, let me out of here!" Man this Hugo guy is a giant pain in my ass. I sit up from my long nap or full on sleep for the day-I can't tell. Why can't we have common prisoner courtesy and just shut the hell up as to not disturb each other? I groan and push the ache behind my eyes with the palm of my hands. That did little to help, but I was more alert, I guess.
"Here." Sookie says kindly as she hands him a bottle of water. "I'll turn my back." I watch, amazed. She's kinder than I am. If he had to pee so bad I would have knocked him out so his conscious wasn't aware of it anymore. Sookie looks at me and I smile because I knew it would get her attention.
[i]You're just helping out my theory more...I wonder what you are then.[/i] I think towards her. I've never heard of anything that can read your mind, besides angels and demons. Her aura was nothing like theirs. She was neither of those. Which meant she was some other creature. Was she even human? I'm sure many people have the same thought about me-hell, I do myself! No one can just die and rise from ashes, that was a very un-human thing I do. No wonder I'm some kind of Prophet. Pheonix of whatever the Angels called me.
Sookie looked at me wide eyed, hearing everything I presume, until Hugo through a fit like a baby.
"I don't need that. I need to get the hell out of here." He knocked the bottle from Sookie's hands, he was starting to panic. Was he claustrophobic? It'd explain why he's been so off this whole time. If that was the case I couldn't really blame him for the way he was acting, now, could I? That sucks.
"Hugo, this is not helping. Just sit down. Try to relax." I say monotonously, as I stand on my feet for the first time in hours. They wobble, much like a newborn chicken and I see the concern in Sookie's eyes.
Sookie places a forceful hand on Hugo's and her body tenses. Her eyes are blank, yet all seeing. It wasn't until she came out of whatever trance it was that I found out why.
"You. You're the traitor." She gasps.
I was completely lost. For finding out someone is a traitor Sookie really didn't act like it meant much. She didn't even get mad. She just sat down, expectantly, patient. I admired it. She knew how I got when I was met with a traitor. Guess different strokes for different folks.
"I used to be just like you. Thought I was a real emancipated thinker, especially when Isabel took me to bed, and the sex was… amazing. The best I ev… well, you know. It's addictive, isn't it? To be desired by something that powerful." Easiest way to make a jail cell uncomfortable; talk about your sex lives with vampires. I totally needed to know this people-sarcasm alert. I sit there quietly, trying to not fidget and give away my virgin-ness.
"I'm no addict." Sookie affirmed defensively.
"Nah. I guess you wouldn't know how your life changes to suit them. You start missing work, can't get up in the morning, can't stand to leave them after dark. Before you know it, you're somebody you don't even recognize." I'm learning lots of things today. I also tried not to think about my own life turning out this way, what with me being destined to basically become one of those addicted vampire sex addicts.
Sookie looks at me. Shit, I keep forgetting she can read minds. "So you went to the Fellowship because you can't control yourself?" She directed at him condescendingly. I do have to say I agree with the nonsensical solution.
"I begged her to turn me. It was the only way we could be together as equals. But see, they don't want us to be equals. No, she's just been using me. The same way that Bill's been using you." He was starting to sound preachy. I rolled my eyes. Why did it matter if she was choosing to be used. It was her choice, as far as I can tell she's a grown woman.
"You don't know Bill."
'I know he and his friends are having you do their dirty work. I mean, a telepath's gotta be a real trophy for a vampire."
"Shut up." Ugh, I can see this turning bad. She's getting too emotionally invested in his words. If I didn't know any better I'd expect fist to go flying in .5 seconds. Or maybe growing up with brothers has me on defensive mode at all signs of an argument. Either way, I really didn't feel like getting punched for the sake of protecting this asshat Hugo today.
"All they care about is their own kind. That's why I joined the Fellowship." He's not wrong, I think and get a glare from Sookie. I raise my brow and roll my eyes. Don't be mad about the truth Sookie. We all have to hear it at some point.
"So if the Newlins care so much about you, how come you're still in here? Face it, Hugo. You're nothin' but a fangbangin' traitor to them." I don't think I'd ever heard that term before. Even I didn't like the sound of it. Maybe because a fang banger was suppose to be my 'destined' occupation. If it wasn't sad I'd laugh.
"Gabe. Gabe, she knows everything. You can let me out now. Hey. Anybody. Come on, let me out!" He tried to call out for someone to back him up. Someone to show where he belonged if only to shut her up. I shook my head and looked down. No one came.
"Yep. You're so all-fired important to them, aren't ya?" She was gloating. Nice. So when was my own posse gonna show up? I was actually starting to freak out. They should have been here hours ago. I hope they're okay. But I wouldn't allow myself to think of the possibilities. I wasn't stable enough today for that.
SAM'S POV
Guilt was something I was growing too accustomed to. Was this the life of a hunter or a life of a junkie? God, it was weird to think of myself that way. I never thought if it was any of us It was sure it would be Dean and his borderline drinking problem. Never me. Not that I'm perfect, but I didn't know I was that damaged. Or maybe I did know and I liked to hide it. Hide it so deep even I didn't know it would ever surface. And now I'm drowning. When I should be worried about my little sister being kidnaped and God knows what else by crazy people I was thinking about how much I've screwed up my own life.
My baby sister who I knew was a magnet for all things bad, that included people. I just left her. The one thing I didn't tell Dean, the reason for all this guilt, what took so damn long to just come back and watch over Mary. I was with a demon. Seconds before the blitz attack. Seconds before I let Mary down. Trying to score blood. The worst part is that it wasn't only Mary who was let down. It was Dean too. Let's not kid ourselves here, I'm turning into a loser. The kind of person I would frown upon. The person Mom would want far away from her children. Someone Jesse would have never loved. I try so hard to be good. No one understands how hard I try. But it's like it's dest-I can't even say it. I can't give in. I can't be who Lucifer and all the Angels tell me I'm suppose to be. I'm not evil!
If I give in, what example is that for Mary. We might as well just hand her off to the vampires and call it a day then. If we all play our roles we wind up losing everything we've worked for. We lose us. That's what Mary would say. I have to be strong. Not for me, for my family. That included Dean.
I hear the door giving way under Dean and my pressure. We'd been at this for hours. Off and on. We tried the vents-too small. This room had no windows so that was out. No other doors but the one that Wren locked behind him. Dean was fuming. He was like a monster when Wren turned his back on us. He was ramming into the thick wooden door like he couldn't feel the equal pressure against his own bone in his shoulder. It was sure to be fractured after tonight. I was so stuck in my own head that I hadn't noticed my own shoulder getting raw. But it didn't matter. The pain, the anguish, the broken bones. As long as we got back to Mary. It was like she was the ice that cooled the fire we would let consume us-funny seeing as she's the one who can burst into flames and I'm suppose to be the cold hearted snake. If she wasn't here we surely would have been dead or given into the hatred for how unfair our lives turned out. We'd been in here going on a day now. I had to basically force Dean to take a break. To get him to rest a little. He was starting to shake and teeter over from lack of food and strength. I had taken over for the short while he let himself rest.
Now we were both at it. Both trying to smash down a door to get to our sister. The glue holding the insanity inside. I was starting to come undone. I could feel it. I was retreating into my darkness. If we didn't reach her soon I might be too far gone. I'd give in. It's not right putting such responsibilities in the hands of a newly nineteen year old girl. But she was more than use to heavy burdens and she'd taken mine willingly. I couldn't thank her enough for it. Couldn't even say thank you. It was wrong of me, how selfish to not even say the words. My only way of repaying her would be to wipe all the vermin out that tried to hurt her. That meant every last vampire. So I came here, trying to say thank you in the form of violence and bloodshed. To save her in the only way I knew how. In this I was unselfish. Any other time I was the most selfish, self fulfilling, know-it-all that was spiralling out of control. But in this, if it kept her safe and happy, I would knock down every wooden and steel door. Cut off every vampire head and stab every heart. One day she would be able to just walk out into the darkness and not fear being swallowed whole.
A snap and the door was off the hinges. We could finally see beyond the dullness of wooden brown and Dean was out the door before I could even register what happened. The place was illuminated in the moonlight. We'd been here longer than I thought. We tried to be as stealthy as we could. Avoided all the noises and navigated swiftly through the maze of this place. As we walked we heard yelling. Screaming was more like it. It was in pain and fear. Distinct and needy. Both our hearts jumped when we heard another familiar yell that made us both see red. Mary! We booked it passed the wooden door.
MARY'S POV
The door flung open. I stood, body ready as I read the intruder's aura clearly. "Gabe." Hugo watches him apprehensively. "What happened to your face?" I was already on edge seeing him come through that door. I knew something bad was going to happen. I could just feel it. Be ready, I thought to Sookie. She looked at me for a split seconds and then focused on Gabe.
"Listen, she knows everything, which never would have happened if you hadn't kept me locked down with a goddamn mind reader. I hope the reverend knows that I'm gonna need protection now." He panicked. But that didn't last long. Gabe unlocks the cage door and pushes it open and in seconds punches Hugo in the face. I maneuvered over to Sookie, placing myself inches in front of her. Come on you ugly bastard, I thought as he all but spat on Hugo's limp body.
"You want protection, you fangbangin' sack of shit? How's that for protection, huh? Here's a little more protection for ya." He kicked him while he was down and that's a bitch move in my book.
"Stop it!" I hear Sookie say, but I charge forward, punching Gabe in the kidney with precision. I couldn't just let him beat Hugo, who was completely unconscious. It wasn't a fair fight. I see Sookie coming from behind as Gabe is preoccupied trying to get a hold of my dodging body. Sookie jumps on his back and starts beating on his best she could, feel her push past me and onto his back.
He simply rams her into the shelves and puts his hands around her neck. I attack. No thought, no intention or sense of consequence. I'm on him like a monkey on a tree, doing the exact same move as Sookie. I was never a rocket scientist when it came to my hero complex. Besides, if I didn't do anything who knows what he would do to Sookie. I couldn't just watch that.
I punch him in his right kidney and he lets her go. I feel the force of his punch rather than see it. It flies to my gut and knocks the oxygen from my body. I reach for him, grabbing at air. Damnit, this is getting old! I can't stop protecting her-just because your slow is no excuse for someone else getting hurt. Dad's voice flows through my head and I'm up despite my oxygenless lungs. He grabs onto Sookie again and I try to push precious oxygen through my stunned lungs.
"You and your moron brother think you can make an asshole out of me? That's what you think, huh?" He antagonizes as I hear jingling that I couldn't quite place. I ignore it though and push my feet forward. My hands grab for air. Ugh, it the most frustrating thing right now was I was slow and that was never a good thing. If I'm not up to par people could get hurt, that's not gonna happen on my watch.
"Get your filthy hands off her!" I yell, getting closer every second. She pushes against his face and it only angers him more. Through my pain, I manage to grab hold of his arm and yank. It doesn't do anything and he's got me pinned to the ground. I reach out for sookie. He smashes my face into the ground and I'm sure my nose is broken. I'm stunned for a minute, again, and he's already got his attentions back on Sookie, pinning her down and grabbing for her dress.
"What's wrong? Your own kind not good enough for you? How about if I show you what you've been missin'?" I'm instantly on my feet as he pulls her from the place against the shelves and throws her on the ground, trying to rip at her dress.
Her screams give me strength to get up.
"Yeah, show me how you scream for that big fat vampire cock. Scream for me, baby." He taunts sickly.
I grab hold of his neck and put him in a choke hold between my arms. I tried to get his windpipe between the antecubital area, but I was disoriented still from the force of his blows. My arm vibrates with his laughter and I feel the force of another hit, this time with his elbow to my stomach and I'm knocked backward. I feel a pull on my leg and my legs are pried apart. I try to kick, but Gabe pins one leg down with his knee and grabs my wrists with one hand. I hear a ripping of fabric and I force my voice out of my tortured lungs as if it would help get me out of this situation. My shirt is ripped, revealing my bra. I try to wiggle out of my restraints as I start to feel blood in my throat from my overworked vocal cords. I feel the callous hands and cracked nails digging under my shirt and the hem of my pants getting dangerously low.
"I always wanted to fuck the sun!" He says haughtily against my neck, laughing. My teeth start trying to catch skin, but he's just out of reach. "I'll make you scream too you smart mouth whore." He screamed into my ear as he bit it.
I'm screaming, panicking because I'm almost positive about what's going to happen to me with no help in sight. I didn't stop fighting though until he's snatched up seemingly from nothing. At first I thought it was Sookie until I looked over.
"Godric?" I breathed, almost like a man in the desert finding a drink of water.
WREN'S POV
15 hours earlier
Sleep hadn't been an easy thing since Dad died. Every night follows the same formula. I shower, brush my teeth, wash my face, put on pajamas and then bend down and pray before my bed. I pray for dad, mostly. I know he's in heaven, it's not that. It's just, I pray to hear his voice. Since I was a child I would pray to hear God's voice. That's always the bigger plan, get a grapevine from God.
Honestly, I didn't know what I was expecting. If God didn't answer me I knew for a fact Dad wouldn't. But, It never stopped me from praying anyways. Today however, I added an extra prayer. To guide Mary. To keep her from all this crap that was supposedly going on with the vampires and such. They never quite gave me the whole story. Just bits and pieces, none of it made sense. What did make sense was that Mary needed protecting for whatever reason and I was willing to give it.
All though I pray for her every night, I wanted to be the one to protect her tonight. Since she was right here in the same town. For once be her knight in shining armor. Like I promised when we were kids. I've never 100% lived up to that. What can I say, it's hard to be a knight when your outshined by two kings I could never equate to.
Then, I lay in my bed for a good half hour. I was sure I was just going to fall asleep any minute now to be jolted awake by images of Dad being ripped apart by that damn vampire. Every night I see him go from being alive to looking like a sheet of white. Nothing, not even a drop of blood left. My father-gone.
I sit up too quickly, my head spinning. I push my palms against my eyes-if only it was that easy to push the images away. I feel the familiar tears bubbling up. Gosh, I felt like a complete wimp. Ever since dad died I'd been crying at everything. Crying because my coffee tasted bad was my low point. That just happened yesterday. It was completely uncontrollable. Nothing I could do about-trust me I tried. It's like my tears are just on stand-by to bleed me dry of hydration.
Well, at least I'm alone in my room. I hardly stop the stream as it rolls down the familiar path of my cheeks. I don't censor my sobs either since these walls were basically sound proof. There was no shame inside my room. I was grateful for that at least. I could let it out as much as my body would let me without being ridiculed by the so called 'tough' guys like Gabe.
Off topic, but if it wasn't obvious, I don't have a soft spot for the guy. He's just...a bully. I make it a point to not actively insult people. But if there's one person who could break that rule, it was Gabe. The only 'christian' man I've ever met that has the most foul mouth you could think up for someone. It was like his dictionary was nothing but derogatory words towards any and everyone. I've seen him out there training the troops. I've had to tag along since I was the only with the actual expertise and not just military grade training-which isn't going to get you anywhere with vampires. Though he's yet to let me even help with the group. Mrs. Newlin did. Whenever she put her foot down towards Gabe, which was rare. She ignores the terrible words Gabe likes to spew out at the guys. I never understood that. She was so nice, and soft spoken. How could she just listen to that.
"It's probably because she's getting her horn tooted by that blond stack guy. Don't think bad language is anything to worry about." I screamed and fell back into my head board. What the hell!
"Zachariah-Angel. Nice to meet you Wren." This was a dream. There was no way there was an angel in my room. I'm dreaming. A better dream than usual-I can appreciate that-but a dream none the less. a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep. the most important word being sleep. I shake my head and try to blink him away. I felt like an idiot for doing it, but my brain wasn't really working correctly inside a dream.
The 'angel' came to the foot of my bed and held out his hand. "Oh come on Son, didn't your old man teach you manners? Surely the old Preacher wouldn't like you leaving an Angel hanging, now would he?" He joked. Or, at least I think he was joking. But that wasn't even important. He knew my father! He knew my name. I push back against the headboard, though it was pretty impossible. I was completely flush against it at this point. Still not far enough.
"Boy, you kids know a days have no idea how to treat higher ups." He sighed. "Though, what do I expect with the company you keep. The Winchesters," He scoffs and rolls his eyes before sitting down at the foot of my bed. "Not the best influence." He grins. I swallow the dryness in my throat. It hurts a little but my body literally can't do anything else.
"Oh, and you're not dreaming" He looks around the room. "Nice set up you got here kid." I didn't take my eyes off him. Though to be honest the place wasn't much so I wasn't sure if he was joking or not. "Listen kid, I'm just gonna skip the formalities and the 'how do you do's' cause you don't seem to be getting it."
He takes a breath I'm not even sure he needs and continues. "I came here to tell you something. Something the Winchesters conveniently keep leaving out when they tell you about all this Angels and Demons stuff. You ever wonder why they don't tell you anything? Are you okay with being left out like a five year old because they don't think you can understand?" He asked. It didn't feel much like a question though. He seemed like he was just talking because he likes the sound of his own voice. "Well, I'm here to give you the whole story. Piece by piece and how it is all gonna go down." He bends down to my ear and I stop breathing for a minute. "With your help, we just might save the world, Wren."
I feel my body finally moving. I finally sit in a more comfortable position and fold my arms in my lap. I felt much like I did when I use to go to camp and hear the stories around the fire. "You wanna be Mary's knght and shinning armor. You want her to see you as the prince of her heart, or some other equally sappy twilight novel, right? Instead, you're just the Jacob to her Bella. And the Edward is just next door to her, right this minute." I stare at him, completely confused. What did that even mean? I never read twilight. He seems to see this and sighs, frustrated. "The vampire that's suppose to knock her up is right downstairs with her as we speak."
What!? Knock her up? I-I don't understand. I feel my mouth moving, but nothing is coming out. What is he talking about? He has to be lying. Even if he is an angel, he's lying!
"Oh, they didn't tell you." His voice dripped with faux-concern. "I'm sorry you had to hear it from me, but that's better than never knowing, right?" He pats me on the back. "So, I know there's a little silver barred barrier between the lovers, so what I need you to do, is open that cage and let Mary out so she can fufill the prophecy like she's meant to." He says seriously. "I know, I know, 'but I love her.'" he impresses as me, I assume. "All you have to do, is let the vampire have her until she's with child and then she's all yours. Do with what you will, but as a man of God, you understand that God's word-which this prophecy is-comes first. I know that you being a good christian boy means you'll do the right thing." He says this so non-chalant, like he's not asking me to pimp out my best friend to a damn vampire-the very thing she's scared to death of!
And prophecy? What prophecy? Have they really known about this and not said a damn thing! What did they think I would do, just let any old vampire have her? Surely not without trying to find some kind of solution. But...it's God's word. How can I defy that? How can I go against everything I believe in just because I feel in love with a prophet? This wasn't fair. Known of it. Most of all for Mary. She never asked for this. To basically be sold to the very thing that's tried to kill you your entire life. Just because it's written in stone. But I've always been a firm believer in destiny. That notion was the only thing that got me through dad's death. Knowing that it was meant to happen. How can I go back on that now just because I didn't want to believe it?
"We got a deal?" Zachariah asks impatiently.
"How does this save the world?" I ask, for the first time using my voice.
"It brings the anti-christ to help lucifer destroy the world so that God can start all over, do it perfect this time around. It's simple. Just leave them to it, give her nine months. In the mean time, Dean will be Gabriel's meat suit and he can battle it out with Lucifer in Sam's body until the kid is old enough to help along the process." He smiles the whole way through this speech. Like it's something happy instead of tragic.
Crap, I feel tears again. Gosh, I've really turning to an emotional wreck, why not spring more on me. I shake my head. It's not really an answer. I'm just trying to shake away this scenario that I've come to realize isn't any better of a dream that I usually have. Either way my heart gets ripped out.
"Come on, kid, time's running out. Do the right thing." He says, pushing against my shoulder, "Do it for God."
12 hours
I didn't sleep. I couldn't. I was thinking too much. Like how was I going to get Mary out of this situation without going to hell? How could I help in any way when if it's truly her destiny it was going to happen eventually anyways. But for the first time I completely questioning this whole thing. Why should someone as pure as Mary be violated by something as disgusting as a vampire? How was that fair at all? It wasn't. Why did this have to happen?
The sun is almost out now. I was gonna be called any minute to report to the reverend to help set up for the lock in. How was I even going to focus today with all that's happened. I can't even stop thinking about it enough to do anything. But, somehow my body does the work for me because I've somehow got my clothes on and head out the back of the church towards the camps. I'm rounding the corner-I didn't even register what was going on, but from years of being a hunter my body knew just what to do. I felt the hands grab me and my own pushed against them and landed a punch on bone. I was pretty sure it was a chin. However, when my brain did finally end up coming to a conclusion of what was going on, I wasn't expecting to see Dean being the recipient of the swing.
"Dean?" I asked, stunned. Crap, then what the angel said was right. Mary was down in the cages...with him. I couldn't even speak of him by name anymore. To think, I had almost considered him-it-a pretty good person-thing. How stupid and naive of me.
"What's going on?" I decided to play it dumb. I'm not a skilled liar and throughout all of this I prayed that they didn't figure it out. Though, as close as I am with all the Winchesters, the boys didn't know me half as well as Mary. She would know before anyone else that I was lying through my teeth. I also prayed for forgiveness. "Why are you guys sneaking around?" I ask as they pull me behind the corner. Of course I knew exactly what they were planning. And I also knew the second they pry open that cage and let Mary out that they Vamp will be all over her. Hell, it would probably kidnap her and make her it's sex slave. I bit my tongue to stop that thought. I could taste the blood coat the walls of my mouth. "Where's Mary?" I looked around, pretending to have no clue. Though the worry I showed was completely real. I was on the verge of a breakdown.
"She's inside." Came the words from Sam. He sounded funny and his nose wrinkled which was one of two things; discomfort or guilt. Probably a little bit of both. "the fellowship took her." he concluded.
"What, that's impossib-" I don't know why the thought of me lying straight to their faces and feel the guilt of that decided to bubble up at that second. Now it was probably obvious I was lying. If they found out that I was going to do anything and everything in my power to keep them as far away from the cages as possible-they would surely beat me to a bloody pulp, no questions asked. I couldn't deny that they would be in the right.
"What." Dean growled at me and I swallowed hard. Man, I'm gonna pay for this later, but it can't be helped. This was for Mary. If she knew, she would agree too. I know it.
"You don't have to sneak around, I think I know where she is." I headed towards the back door where I just came out. Dean and Sam followed, no questions. I hate to betray their trust, but this was for everyone. Dean tried his hand at a few people as we made our way to the room. Sam didn't even stop him, so it was up to me I guess. I convinced him to blend it, for Mary's sake. I hated using her as a ploy, but I needed to do all of this under the reverend's nose. He wouldn't understand, he's a man of God too. He knows what I'm doing is wrong. I don't need anyone else shouldering this sinful act. So, I lead them to a room with the promise of finding Mary. This room held one of the thickest doors in the church. I just needed them here until I can figure out a safer way to get Mary out so she can run as far away from the vampire as she could. I prayed they didn't hate me too much as I walked away from Dean's threats through the door.
2 hours
I shouldn't have gone down those stairs. I should have just gone to the lock in like I was supposed to. The reverend was probably wondering where I was anyways. He was a patient man, but within reason and I was going on an hour late.
I'd just gotten back from helping the group fix up things for the lock in. Nine hours of working none stop and I have yet to come up with something good enough to keep Mary out of harm's way on her escape.
So, if you ask me why I went down to the cages after standing at the door for an hour contemplating whether or not to actually go down-I couldn't give you an answer. Maybe it was to see her. Maybe to quiet my mind. I thought, if I just saw her, every doubt in my mind would go away and I could do this sin for her, no problem. But, nothing likes to go my way it would seem.
Beautiful; Mary-my Mary. That was what floated through my head the moment I pushed open the door. And I knew I could do this. I could protect her from that thing. I could keep her. I could betray everything and everyone for her if it meant she could stay mine. Even if I was living in some fantasy. Even if I perished for this, I didn't care. I'd be selfish, I'd keep her my Mary regardless of what some prophecy says.
The look she gave me made my heart turn into a puddle. A puddle she could jump in for fun until her hearts content and leave it to evaporate. No worries, no consequence, because it belonged to her anyways. I take a deep breath when I see her smile disappear because I knew I couldn't give her what she wanted. What made her so happen when she saw me. She thought she was getting freedom, but I was just here to remind her how very stuck she really was.
"Wren...The fuck's going on?" She cursed at me. It never stopped amazing me how well she could pick up on my moods. Not that I was skilled at hiding anything. I shake my head. Then I feel a familiar ache in the back of my throat. No! Not now! Not in front of Mary! Gosh, stop being such a cry baby Wren!
My shoulders start to shake from the effort it took to keep the sobs from my voice. I didn't want her to think I was betraying her. But I couldn't tell her what Zachariah had told me. She knew about the prophecy, and I know she'd want all of us to do everything we could from letting it come true. So, I couldn't let her know she was only feet away from that destiny. I especially couldn't say it out loud and let the vampire know. If he had that information he'd feel like he owned her. There's no way in hell I'm letting anyone take her away! So, with this, I told her the only truth I've been able to tell today.
"I can't."
MARY'S POV
I stare at him, unblinking. The...whatever it is, back. I feel Sookie make her way to my side and hug me. I pat her hair and stare up at my savior-can't believe I'm saying this about a vampire. Someone smack me please, I deserve it! He had his hand holding Gabe by the neck, a look of pure disgust for this man. It took me a second to realize what he was about to do. I held my hand out to stop him. "Godric no! He's a human." I don't know why I thought that statement would make a difference. But It stopped him for a second. He looked at me, almost like he was conflicted. Like he was having an internal battle between good and evil and it was a look I was familiar with. It reminded me of Sam. My heart ached for this man, or rather this creature. Was he trying to be good? How is that I could know something like this without even knowing him at all. But I felt like I did. Like I knew his struggle through and through. But I guess evil won as the gruesome snap of Gabe's neck filled the air and his lifeless body fell to the floor.
Godric face will with a look I couldn't decipher. I didn't know why I felt he did it for me despite my pleading for that man's life. It was as if he foreshadowed something I had no knowledge of. Like it told many stories yet to come. The chill that ran down my spin was that of fear and excitement. What scared me was that the excitement greatly outweighed the fear. I knew it was wrong. But my body didn't care.
"You should not have come." Godric directs towards Sookie, but I feel the words crash against me as well. He was looking at Sookie, but I knew his eyes weren't focused on her. We all hear screams but it's only Sookie and I that are curious as to what it is. I instantly think of Wren. It didn't matter what he had done, the fear of him being hurt was consuming me and I stood, ready to intervene.
"Bill" I hear Sookie say as she tries to also head for the door. Godric closes his eyes, like he's focusing on something.
"No, I'm here my child, down here." Child? He has a kid? I was expecting a kid no more than eight to come down. Not a blond giant that was well over the age to be still considered a child. I'm sure I looked rather confused.
I backed off and almost into Sookie when The giant came towards us. It was a vampire. It was no wonder I wanted to run on instinct. It was still engraved in me to run from every vampire except Godric. This revelation was not a kind one to come to terms with. It scared me beyond anything else. The possibilities it held if that revelation were true.
What really made me wary was that the blonde was now kneeling before Godric, as if he were the king and the blonde were the servant. It unnerved me to say the least. I didn't understand.
"You were a fool for sending humans after me." He scolds, much like a father would. I watch in fascination. What was their relationship?
"I had no other choice. These savages they… they seek to destroy you." The blond reasons.
"I'm aware of what they've planned." I stop myself from taking a sharp gasp at that. Is he suicidal? These nuts are ready to kill and he's just gonna let them? I don't know why I cared but it felt wrong. Him dying, felt wrong. "This one betrayed you." He says pointing to Hugo. I had completely forgotten him. I vaguely think about if he's okay before I'm trying to focus on Sookie.
"He's with the fellowship. They set a trap for us." Sookie explained to the blond. Did she know him?
"How long has it been since you've fed?" The blond's stoic eyes land on me and he swallows. I back up into Sookie, feeling uncomfortable. Like a blood bag and it hits me that that's all I've ever been to these bastards. Why did I care if one was suicidal or not? One less dead shit to try and kill me.
"I require very little blood anymore." He says pointedly at his underling, or at least I'm assuming that's what he is, as if to get his attentions off of me.
We all hear the alarms and see the blue flashing light.
"Save the humans. Go with him." He says, looking straight at me, as if he knew I'd protest. I didn't want to go with him. I didn't even want to leave this spot. I didn't feel safe with the blond vampire. 'oh, but you feel safe with Godric?' my thoughts argued against me. Trying to make me insane. I didn't know-or at least I didn't want to admit-the answer to that. I just knew the way the blond was looking at me was in no way friendly.
"I'm not leaving your side until you are…" I almost felt compelled to say the same thing.
"I can take care of myself." Godric assures.
"Mary!" I hear the only voices that could make me okay. The only voices that were home in motion, in breathing life and made me feel safe. Then I saw them and I started to cry.
"Come on! We have to go." Sookie said, ignoring my brothers' arrival. I run to them, Dean pushes me behind his back and pulls out a wooden stake. I didn't know or care where they found them, what took them so long, or why they didn't just attack. All I cared about was that I could see them again.
"Spill no blood on the way out. Go!" He orders the blonde who's eyes hadn't stopped following me all the way to my brothers' side. Dean was tense, intent on striking the blonde and or Godric but I held onto his large wrist that held out the stake.
"No, Dean, it's not worth it. Let them go." I say more about the blonde than Godric.
"Did they hurt you!?" He yelled over the alarm in a panic as he and Sam began to look me over for any bite marks. All the found were bruises when I winced and disheveled clothing-that come to think of it, I didn't really fix. This did nothing to calm Dean down. Sam just held me almost as if he was the one the needed to be saved. Like he was the one holding on for dear life. He took a quick look at my bleeding nose and wrapped his shirt around his hand and gently began cleaning the drying blood. He then shrugged off his jacket and placed it on my shoulders. I placed my arms in the huge jacket that hung so loose I could get lost in it. I felt a short lived peace wash over me, like I was still a kid needing my big brothers to wash off the dirt from playing.
"What the hell happened." He said, directing it towards Godric. He was ready to strike if I gave the word. Which I never would.
"He saved me from Gabe. He didn't have to, but he did." I affirm to Dean, almost protectively towards Godric. I even found myself coming in front of Dean to block his view of the man in white. Dean looks almost like I was the one trying to stab him. I couldn't look him in the eyes, it hurt to see him look at me like he didn't know me.
"Mary, he's a monster, just like the rest of them." Dean said, as if he could indoctrinate me with the views I already possessed. I knew he was technically a monster like the rest. But when I looked into his eyes, I knew he was nothing like the rest of them-or at least hadn't been for quite some time.
"You're wrong." I didn't even realized I'd said it.
"Please, go before they come looking for you." He save a curt nod towards the door. But he just stood there. He made no move to come with us. I didn't know why I thought he would.
"Come with us Godric. You can't stay here. They'll kill you." I advise with almost a plea in my voice. I tried to hide it best I could for my brothers' sakes. They noticed anyways. So did Godric. He swallowed visibly and I saw his hand twitch, as if to reach out and touch me, just like I wanted him to. Dean and Sam noticed the twitch as well and pulled me away before 'harm' could come to me. Godric took an unnecessary breath and closed his eyes.
"Go. I'm fine on my own. You're not safe here."
He didn't have to tell Sam or Dean twice-apparently just me. They all but dragged me out. Sam held my shoulders, pushing me with the utmost urgency towards the door while Dean kept the flank and held his stake steady for any surprise attacks by Godric. I kept my neck at an awkward angle just to keep my eyes on the tattooed creature in white. Neither of us looked away until we were both out of view. And just like that, the spell was broken and I could think clearly. My first thought; Wren.
I dash forwards, effectively losing Sam and Dean for a split second as they take a moment to figure out what I was doing. The reverend was on the overhead telling people to evacuate and that the soldiers were on it. It was wasn't worried about my friend I would have laughed at that. I make it to the top of the stairs and see Sookie and the Blondie. I grab onto Sookie. I had just missed their conversation it seems. My brother's and I were understandably on edge around the new vampire. Sookie gave me a half-reassuring smile. Though I could tell she also isn't too comfortable with this vampire either.
He looked at all of us with disinterest and began to walk towards the entrance doors. I snuck a peek behind the frame and saw people. Instantly I grabbed Sam's stake and put it against the blood suckers heart. He looked down at me, dare I say impressed. Sookie pushed between us, though I felt it was more for my safety than his. He seemed like an old vampire. In my experience, they were the hardest to kill. Too skilled.
"No, Eric." Sookie warned. He stares at her for a minute before bending down to her ear.
"Trust me." He whispers, lingering for a split second too many. They then have the most intense staring contest before he turns his back and I can't help but wonder if that's how me and Godric look.
Me and Sookie share a quick glance at each other and peak behind the frame to watch what the vampire does. I feel Dean do the same behind me and Sam watches the door we just came out of for any signs of Godric. I ignore them however, intrigued by this vampire and ready to strike if he even tries to eat any of these people.
"Oh Hey y'all! How's it going? Steve sent me over there to man the exit here. Think I can take it from here." The vampire-now known as Eric-said as he apporached the group of men. It was pretty much silent after that. We were too far away to really hear anything. But, you didn't have to have vampire hearing to know things weren't going well. They were slowly starting to circle him and I was sure that didn't go unnoticed by him. It surely didn't by Sookie, because she was the first one bolting out after the vamp was about to get stabbed from behind. I tried to grab her but she had caught me off guard. So, instead, I followed her.
"Eric! You don't have to kill him!" She yells and I see the distinct flow of a military field jacket pass me and was behind Eric in seconds as only my brother Dean Winchester can. I smirk inwardly at him sneaking up on a vampire. He had the stake pressed right against the vamps back as the vamp had his own pressed against the church goer.
"Yeah, Eric, why would you wanna go and do a stupid thing like that?" Dean taunts. Sookie looks worried, though I'm not sure if it's for my brother or her vampire friend. She looks at me as if to silently rebuke my 'secret' comment.
Eric throws the stake down and lets go of the man reluctantly. Dean backs up only enough to let the vampire turn towards Sookie and lead the way. Though he didn't forget to give Dean a threatening glare as if to say, 'try it again and you'll die.'
He pushes through the entrance doors and looks outside. Apparently he didn't see what he'd like, and the church goer who almost got a stake to the neck let him know it, "Those arrows are wood. You'll never make it through."
"Through the sanctuary, everyone, come on!" Dean yells, taking charge. He begins to head that way, only the vampire super speeds and pushes through the doors, going through to the silence beyond them. I don't know why, but hearing nothing scared me. It brought a bad feeling.
"Where's the exit?" Eric asks Sookie as they lead the way through the quiet sanctuary.
"There are several exits, actually. For you, the easiest one takes you straight to hell." Came the voice of none other than that damn reverend as he made an unwanted appearance before us on the stage. I bet he thought he was real clever with that line huh? I didn't stop my eyes from rolling. My nerves are officially grated.
All the doors to the sanctuary open to reveal something resembling a mob coming our way. I sigh my annoyance at yet another detour. That was until I spotted Wren leading one of the mobs closest to us. We locked eyes and I didn't even care about what was going on around here. All I cared was that he was okay. I let that sink in before the betrayal took over and my gaze steeled into one of hatred. I could never truly hate Wren, but I surely disliked him with a passion of a thousand suns.
"Let us leave!" Sookie yells at the reverend and I watch her instead. She looks around at the mob, "Save yourselves, no one has to die." She pleads. I agree with her, but these people aren't going to back down that easy. They knew death was a possibility when they walked in here.
"The war has begun you evil whore of Satan. You vampires cast the first stone by killing my family. The lines have been drawn. You're either with us, or against us. We are prepared for Armageddon." Newlin yells confidently.
I laugh, I can't help it. He really thinks this is armageddon. A war with Vampires? Listen here sir, I got it on good authority that only my family will bring armageddon and we don't plan on doing that anytime soon. Sookie watches me warily.
"What are you laughing about?" Newlin questions annoyed. I hold my gut as I laugh harder. I place up one finger.
"Nothing, just-Armageddon. In a dingy little town like this? You think right here, right now is Armageddon?" I laugh out. "No sir, I've been told how Armageddon happens first hand by Angels and this little church has nothing to do with it." Dean watches me closely. Sam's hand is on my shoulder.
"Angels?" Newlin says in shock. "As if Angel's would personally speak to swine like you. You blasphemous whore!" Newlin screams at me in anger. Sam has to hold Dean back from charging at the reverend. I surely wasn't going to stop Dean.
"That's okay if you don't believe me Newlin. I doubt you'll even be around to witness it with the way you're going." I say calmly and watch Wren. His jaw had become significantly tighter throughout our exchange.
Sookie decided to step in on our little match, "The vampire you're holding prisoner got away. He's a sheriff. He's bound to send for help." She taunts.
"I'm not concerned with Godric. Any vampire would do for our grand celebration, and we got one right here." He says gleefully, staring at Eric with that sickening plastic grin. We all watch him to see what he's going to do.
Eric looks down at Sookie, "I'll be fine." He assures her before walking towards the alter. Though I'm not so sure.
"Brothers and sisters, there will be a holy bonfire at dawn!" He announces with a creepy giggle.
And scene! I hope that wasn't too confusing for y'all. I hope it cleared up a little bit. From here on it's turning into more of a romance and family story. So, look forward to some fluff. So, with Mary and Godric, I don't want it to move too quickly, but be warned it might be quick by your standards but it's really just how it makes sense for all that's going to happen. So, with that. I hope you enjoyed and I should have another chapter up soon. Let's hope! Bye-bye~
