"Wake up." Eyes fluttered open as Dean Winchester tried to locate the strange voice he had heard. Surveying the unfamiliar room, Dean couldn't help but notice the walls of blood, and assortment of newly sharpened weapons. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned back in his seat. This room was a room of a hunter, he was with his own kind.
Own kind? Did you get amnesia while you slept?
A frown crossed his lips as Dean's recent memories came flooding back. A groan escaped his lips as he stiffened in his seat. I'm so not in the mood for this.
"I see you've made yourself quite comfortable Dean." the voice increased in volume as the speaker walked closer to his victim, positioning himself directly behind the chair. Dean strained to turn around and look at his captor, only to find his hands and feet were bound to the chair. A thick sailor's rope was tied around his chest, securing him to his position.
"Listen man, if you have some necrophilic fetish, that's great. Just leave me out of this relationship ok?" Dean could feel the man's eyes boring into the back of his neck. After a few minutes of awkward silence, the host began to laugh. Confusion invaded Dean's mind, as footsteps brought the perpetrator standing over Dean. His shadow fell upon Dean's bloodied hands, ending right before his face, which was twisted into hatred and remembrance.
"Gordon." hissed Dean as his captor smiled.
"Long time no see."
"What do you want?" questioned Dean, mistrust clearly evident in his eyes.
"Well Dean," began Gordon as he started to pace in front of his prey. "After you tied me up back at that Barker farm for three whole days, I got to thinking." With a small smile, Gordon leaned close to Dean, until his breath made the hair on the back of Dean's neck sway. "That vampire chick that you made me save, she was pretty hot Dean." With a grimace of a smile, Gordon stepped back from Dean and went to the back of the room, seemingly trying to locate something of value. After a few minutes, Gordon looked back towards Dean, evidently giving up on his quest. "The one thing I enjoy about my work Dean, is the piercing scream I hear, right before I kill my prey." Gordon pulled a knife out of his pocket and slowly walked towards Dean, watching his captured nemesis stiffen with the sight of the reddish hue on the tip of the weapon. "After I got out of that god forsaken place, I realized something," Gordon continued absentmindedly running the knife across Dean's cheek, watching with pleasure as Dean's terror stricken eyes followed each movement. "I never got that girl to scream Dean, so the way I figure it, you owe me a scream."
Dean gasped as Gordon plunged the knife covered in dead man's blood into Dean's convulsing stomach. His breath came in ragged intervals, and his body shook as Gordon slowly twisted the knife deeper into the Winchester's abdomen. Lights began to cloud Dean's vision as his consciousness began to fade. Upon seeing Dean's distress, Gordon removed the knife, and punched Dean across his face, watching with satisfaction as Dean grimaced, his eyes regaining life.
"Don't think I'm going to let you die that easily." snorted Gordon, "we're just getting started." Taking the knife once again into his hands, Gordon preceded to run it along Dean's neck, leaving a grotesque smile, similar to the scene at the Black Dahlia murder. Watching Dean shake in disgust, Gordon's hand shot forward, and grabbed a chunk of Dean's hair. Lifting his head until their eyes were locked, Gordon began to scream into Dean's face, which was twisted in unmatchable agony.
"This is what all your victim's feel before they die Dean, you can't expect me to let you live after what you've done. I know what you did with that little girl." Dean's eyes grew as fear invaded his expression. "You killed her; you killed her in cold blood and then drained her of all life, leaving her to wander through the depths of hell, all for your sake. You did that all for your own sake, you self absorbed bastard." Throwing Dean's unresponsive head against the back of the chair, Gordon began to pace, trying to work off the excess fury that was engulfing his psyche. Keep a clear mind. Taking a deep sigh, Gordon once again turned to Dean, who hadn't moved since being shoved aside by Gordon.
"I'm going to give you a chance to continue what you call 'living' Dean." said Gordon, cutting the binds from his hands and feet. "You and me, one on one. Fight to the death." Gordon gave his victim a look of disdain. "Deal?" Dean lifted his head in an attempt to answer, and then let it fall to his shoulder.
"I don't want to live anymore Gordon." whispered Dean, "kill me while you still have the chance to overtake me." With that comment, Gordon began to laugh, instigating a mystified look on Dean's face.
"We're not going to be playing for your life Dean." replied Gordon carelessly, "You're going to be playing for Sammy's life." With the mention of his brother, Dean's head shot up, as anger shone clearly in his eyes.
"His name is Sam you son of a bit-"
"Yes, yes, so I've heard." cut in Gordon, running his fingers along the hull of the knife. "But whatever his name is, if you lose he will die by my hand." With a sadistic smile upon his face, Gordon raised his knife to Dean's final restraint. "Do we have a deal?"
"Cut me loose and let me kill you, you bastard." seethed Dean. Raising his eyebrows in mock surprise, Gordon brought the knife down on the sailor rope. As soon as Dean could move freely, he sprang to a corner of the room, and began running his eyes along the shelves, looking for something to aid him in his fight.
"Don't even bother," came Gordon's voice from beyond Dean's vision. "Everything in this room is soaked in dead man's blood, you know, just in case." Even through Dean's fury, he could still detect the trace of sarcasm in Gordon's voice. In his frustration, Dean punched the wall, knocking various objects off the shelves. Falling through the air, one bottle filled with blood fell on Dean, breaking into tiny shards that embedded into his skin. Screaming with pain as the blood invaded his body; Dean fell to his knees, hugging his arms to his chest in an effort to calm himself down.
"Now that I've heard you scream, I have no need to keep you alive," laughed Gordon. I'm going to die. Dean thought as his stomach started to up heave from the pain. I'm going to die on my knees.
Then give me control.
Dean's mind whirled as the familiar voice once again invaded his head. "I can't" he screamed, the seemingly random words stopped Gordon's advancement for a split second.
I wasn't asking whether or not you could do it, I was telling you to give me control of your pathetic excuse for a body.
Gordon stopped a couple feet from his prey, knife raised in striking position. Something was wrong. Dean had suddenly stopped screaming, and was now laughing as he pulled the glass from inside his body. Gordon crept closer, but soon his curiosity got the best of him.
"Dean, are you laughing from the vision of your brother's tangled corpse?" inquired Gordon, bracing himself for Dean's backlash. When none came Gordon took a rock from his jacket pocket and hurled it at the shrieking body. Watching the stone fall towards its target, Gordon could not shake the feeling of unease. Something was desperately wrong with Dean. As the rock was about to strike the huddled body, Dean's hand shot out and deftly caught the projectile between two fingers. Breaking it between his digits, Dean slowly rose to a standing position, and faced Gordon, a disturbing smile upon his face. Gordon's grip on the knife tightened as he struggled to not run away. Dean's eyes had changed, and seemed to be pulling him into the unknown, where this creature had the upper hand.
"Wha-what are you?" choked out Gordon, as he began to back towards the exit. In a blink of the eye, Dean was positioned behind him, blocking the only path out of the cabin.
"I am your worst nightmare," breathed Dean, "the host that was in control of this body decided he wasn't strong enough to kill you, so he left your demise in my care." Giving a short laugh, Dean brushed Gordon's shirt from his neck. "Don't worry; it'll only hurt for a second." Without letting Gordon give a reply, Dean sank his fangs into the vampire hunter, feeling the body stiffen, and then go slack against his touch. Sucking on his neck, Dean couldn't help but enjoy the lavish liquid seeping into his throat. Having drank his full, he brushed the excess away from his mouth on the back of his sleeve. Pushing the corpse down, he watched the drained Gordon's look of surprise fade as the skin around his face began to collapse on itself.
"I'm going to give you control again, it's quite fun to watch you try to save yourself." jested the vampire infesting Dean's body. As Dean's eyes came back to focus, he fell to the floor, not even bothering to brace his face, which hit the ground first. He had killed another human, and this time, he couldn't use hunger as an excuse. I'm never going to let him take control again, thought Dean, as he pushed his exhausted body to its knees.
"Do you hear me?" Dean screamed as he stared into the corners of the room, trying to detect a movement of another enemy. "I'm going to become stronger until I can control you, and when I can control you, I'm going to kill you." A faint laughter crowded into his mind.
You have no control over me, I am you. And soon enough, we will become one.
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Thank you everybody for the sweet comments :) They are the reason I am
still writing this fanfiction.
FYI: I usually update every other week, so don't despair if i don't update right away.
Also, the italics are from the vampire inside of Dean, I believe that everyone bitten
by a vampire can either control the voice or give in to it. If you still don't understand
it, leave a comment, and I'll try to explain in more detail.