Grasping the steering wheel in his hands, Sam let the car cruise to a relaxed stop before letting his mind register what had invaded his vision. Dean's leather jacket lay torn on a nearby tree branch, dangling from the changing leaves by its last strands. Yanking Bobby's car door off its hinges, Sam barely registered the metal hitting the ground as he frantically ripped the seat belt away from his body, running towards his brother's coat before the destruction he had caused could register. The neighboring trees began to break from the wind which had begun to pummel the forest, feeding off of Sam's energy. Reaching his goal, Sam began to run his fingers over the leather, searching for any clue as to where Dean might have disappeared to. Carefully lifting the material from the tangled web of foliage, Sam felt his fingers begin to clench as the wind suddenly stifled. The jacket had no signs of teeth marks from animals or fallen leaves in its holes; it hadn't been left in the tree for long. Setting the garment on the ground next to the tree, Sam began to move through the forest at an almost desperate speed, barely feeling the gashes the surrounding leaves were leaving in his torn flesh. About a half mile into the woods, Sam tripped over a fallen branch, landing face down into an abandoned campsite. Rapidly getting to his feet, Sam surveyed the scene, trying to pick out signs that Dean had been the one who had erected this makeshift shelter. Running his fingers through his greasy hair, Sam picked up one of the discarded logs. Fingering the edge of the piece of wood, his body stiffened as he identified what had made these cuts.
"Teeth" breathed Sam as his fingers ran over the rough edges. Dropping the wood with excitement, Sam began to run farther into the forest, his mind trying desperately to keep up with the rest of his body.
Dean would never make such simple mistakes as forgetting his jacket or leaving his campsite untouched. Thought Sam as he gracefully leapt over a fallen tree. This must be a tra- As Sam's feet hit the ground, the leaves fell away revealing a hand dug hole in its place. Grabbing the knife in his pocket, Sam tried to slam it into the walls of the hole in a desperate attempt to create some friction to slow his fall. The earthy walls fell apart as soon as the blade touched the side, leaving Sam covered in dirt and rocks as he continued to fall. About nine feet down, Sam felt his legs connect with something solid as his legs buckled from the crash. His knees hit the ground first as the skin on his shins began to bleed. The aftershocks of the collision ricocheted through his body as his shoulders began to shake, allowing his flesh to get accustomed to the feel of solid ground. Wheezing, Sam could feel his body tense up as the sunset disappeared behind a strange object towering over the hole.
"Shit" whispered Sam, as he arched his back towards the top of the hole, trying vainly to make out the mass silhouetted by the swiftly disappearing sunbeams.
"Who are you?" hissed the voice above him, as the creature grasped either side of the hole in an attempt to steady his seemingly exhausted form. Taking a deep breath, Sam rubbed his fingers against his temples. Relax, it's probably just a hunter who ended up catching more than he can handle.
"Sir?" questioned Sam as he felt his legs back pedal, letting his bruised back bang against the wall of his confinement. "My name is Dean Winchester, and I need a way out," yelled Sam, subconsciously borrowing his brother's name.
"Is that so?" sneered the voice above him as the creature's tongue began to run over its lips in a tantalizingly slow manner. "Well, then where are my manners?" A sharp pain invaded Sam's mind as he slammed his head against the dirt exterior, letting the debris fall onto his lap as he shoved his hands against either side of his head, trying desperately to exact pressure on the excoriating pain that had penetrated his thoughts. Fuck, fuck, fuck he silently whispered as the sensation of his mind tearing in two left him completely unguarded. His mind felt as if someone was forcibly ripping his brain apart, tearing each section away with painfully slow malice. Then, as soon as the sensation had started, it stopped, leaving Sam with a burning pressure against his temples. Removing his fists from the side of his head, Sam tentatively opened his sore eyes. As his eyes began to focus in the slowly darkening air, the last thing Sam registered was glowing fangs before he felt something sharp slam into his arm. Opening his mouth to scream, a strong, burning sensation nearly chocked him as a scalding hot liquid was forced down his throat.
"Sleep my angel," the intruder whispered as consciousness began to slip from Sam's eyes, "There is no need for you to be awake, yet."
A groan escaped Sam's swollen lips as his dreamless sleep faded from his body. Testing his muscles, another moan fell from his mouth as he realized how sore he actually was. Lifting his hands from the ground, a frown fell over his features as he realized he couldn't raise his hands. Straining his pained neck to look behind him, his body slumped in resignation as his mind began to process his situation. His hands were bound to a bolt in the ground by chains that circled around his arms, connecting to a collar located around his neck. His legs were also intertwined in chains, which were laced around his legs and feet, rendering him immobilized. His eyes swept the room, taking in the brick walls accented by the granite floor. The bolt seemed to be the only item in the room that had been installed. Tensing against the restraints, Sam could feel the metal digging into his torn skin. The bolt wouldn't be moved simply by his muscle.
"We could have just used ropes" a voice stated behind him. Whipping his head around to be able to face the speaker, Sam's vision began to cloud as the sudden movement disoriented his reality. Stepping out of the shadows, the speaker calmly walked over to Sam, and placed her hand on his cheek, smirking as a growl escaped from the captive man's lips. Letting her shimmering black hair fall in front of her striking blue eyes she knelt down beside her prey, letting her smirk deepen into a smile, exposing her bleach white fangs.
"Unfortunately for you" she whispered as the confusion reflected in Sam's eyes turned to hatred, "We understand you've had training in the art of escaping" she finished, racking her blood red nails against Sam's cheek. Her small frame was hidden by a sweeping black overcoat, which opened to show a blood red shirt and blue jeans, each article of clothing in perfect condition.
"We?" Sam growled as his voice turned into a feral whisper. Another smirk crept across the vampire's face as she stood, letting her fingers brush against Sam's cheek one last time evoking a shiver to radiate throughout his form.
"You don't think someone like me lives alone, do you Sammy?" she teased, bringing one finger to her lips and sucking on it gently. Turning his head to the side, Sam gauged all the exits in the area. Only one door led in or out of the room, no windows nor ceiling cracks could be found on his shortened survey of his confinement. Typical vampire room. A shudder ran through his body as he felt a finger run up the side of his toned chest. Snapping his head back to the vampire, he was started to find her on all hands and knees, running her tongue along his stomach. Realizing she was being watched, she looked up towards her prey and smiled. Leaning over Sam, she straddled his hips as she leaned forward, whispering hoarsely into his ear.
"I want to bring you higher, into a type of living you've only dreamed existed." Feeling his hatred rising, Sam quickly brought his head down towards the vampire, slamming his skull into hers. Gasping for breath as his collar dug into his sensitive skin, her sounds of tortured pain reached his ears as she fell out of his lap, clasping her head to her knees and moaning from the impact. Tensing against his binds, Sam pulled his arms upward while concentrating his will and consciousness on breaking the bolt that confined him to this spot. With a sickening crack, the bolt shattered, throwing Sam forward onto the stone ground. Rolling to his stomach, Sam released his arms from the intertwinement, letting the excess chain fall onto the ground. Looking back towards his capture, Sam was surprised to find her huddled in a corner as tears racked through her body. Turning his head to the exit, Sam began to drag his legs towards the door, pushing himself forward with his newly-freed arms. Straining against his aching muscles and throbbing migraine, Sam lowered his head and focused on the ground as he agonizingly moved inch by inch towards his destination.
The creaking sound of the door opening made Sam look up.
Leather pants came into his vision first, as his eyes traveled up the stranger's body. A vest engulfed his chest as his maroon hair cascaded down his back, creating a striking picture. The stranger's black eyes stared at Sam, quietly sizing him up. Realizing he was outmatched, Sam strained against his position, pushing his body against the wall to give his new 'guest' the illusion of being able to stand.
"Ember" gasped the stranger as his gaze found the vampire in the corner. His eyes focused on Sam as hate penetrated through his gaze. "You" he sneered. Slamming his fist against the wall directly behind Sam, the vampire grasped the chain hanging loosely from Sam's collar. Entwining his fist in the chain, the vampire slowly lifted the chain, making Sam stand up straighter for fear of being suffocated. Once his captive was balancing on the tips of his toes, the stranger slammed his fist into Sam's stomach. Sam's arms refused to lift as the air was knocked out of him, reflex made him bend over his wound, yet that stance was quickly changed as the collar dug into his throat, producing beads of blood to form under the iron. Another blow was given to his knees. As they buckled underneath him, his head tilted back in a vain attempt to stop the collar from burrowing into his neck. Struggling against the fatigue in his legs, Sam strained to support his weight on the fragile limbs. Before he had fully gotten his bearings, a blow was registered to his forehead. Stumbling over his nonresponsive feet, Sam's mind began to scream in pain as his vision blurred, leaving his body leaning against the relentless collar. Feeling the fight in his captive leave him, the vampire began to raise the chain, giving Sam no chance to fight back. Letting his body go limp, Sam's eyes began to close as relief washed over him. I don't have to search anymore, its over. Laughter reached his ears as his captive began to raise the chain even higher, watching with pleasure as the unrelenting metal raked apart Sam's throat, burrowing into the deep wounds that had begun to bleed.
No one noticed the fourth figure entering the room.
Sam's eyes shot open as the vampire's laughter was stopped. Looking down at the vampire's heart, Sam's mouth twisted into a smile as a stake stained with blood protruded from his tormenter's heart. A shocked emotion registered on the vampire's twisted gaze before he fell to the side, exposing his attacker. Sam's eyes lit up as his consciousness began to leave him. His body fell to the ground as his legs crumpled up underneath him. His eyes turned blank as his mouth uttered a final phrase before becoming still.
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Sorry, sorry sorry for the wait, and then i don't even get a full chapter done. I am soooo sorry, alot of shit has been happened lately, and I haven't been able to keep up with my writine
Good news is, I know what's going to happen next, so its probably going to go a little faster
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