A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's, so please don't sue me…..Again thank you everyone out there for reading and reviewing as the support means such a great deal to me!!!!
Dean paced across the room as Sam was on the phone with Ash. Rufus had found the clothes Sam had packed so Dean could have something to wear. Both he and Caleb had gotten more than their share of the hunter's naked body as he had struggled with them earlier.
Sam was clicking furiously away on his keyboard as Ash had provided him a rather interesting history of this bloodline. It seemed the name had been scratched from all writings and books per the Vatican as even to breathe the name was feared to bring upon chaos and evil over the land. As he continued digging he found this passage:
And so forth came the Black God upon the land spreading darkness and chaos upon the people. He hath destroyed all life but save one. A young woman come forth to challenge the Black God to which the Black God took her as his own and hence sprang a child.
"Well I think we know where the family tree sprouted from," Sam hollered. Dean raced across the room reading passage.
"Well this doesn't give us a name Sam!"
"Dean, the Vatican did a systematic cleansing of the name of this bloodline and all of the descendants. But if you read further, you would see that some of them made over to North America, predominantly French Canada though over the years they did scatter as hunters tracked down and killed every single member they could find."
"But some of them managed to escape the death squads," Dean interjected.
"Yep which brings us to the 18th century where most had scattered over the Appalachian Mountains but of course hunters weren't too far behind."
"So how did they manage to keep ahead of the good guys?"
"Heavy duty old world black magic," Sam responded, "A lot of hunters died in the process."
Dean nodded and turned away anxious to get moving and find Brooklyn. Sam examined the patch that was in his hand suspecting this had to be some kind of family coat of arms. The design was definitely European but the lettering was something he had never seen before. Placing the patch down he started back up where he left off.
Rufus and Caleb were loading up the truck as Jimmy was packing up weapons and sharpening blades. He had picked up a lot about Dean since he had awakened. Jimmy could sense there was something that haunted the man that he blamed himself for something tragic that had occurred in the past. He could also detect how much he loved this missing Brooklyn.
"Jimmy you got everything ready?" Caleb shouted.
"Yep just finishing up," he slid the machete in its resting place and rolled up the satchel handing it to the hunter. They had managed to track down the address from that torn shred they found. It was on the outskirts of Chicago to the Northwest. The group had decided to wait until sunset so they could use the night to disguise their movements.
Dean anxious to leave bordering on desperate as he remembered Alexander mentioning how they would be moved to another location for the gala.
"Alright ladies let's move!" Rufus shouted. Caleb and Jimmy hopped in the truck as Dean slid in his baby. Sam gathered up his things and hopped in the Impala as the small caravan took off.
"We've got movement!" Castlebeck said with glee as he started up the car. Drycoff remained silent as they tailed the Impala. The younger detective just wanted his partner to see what he was seeing but Castlebeck wasn't hearing a single word of it.
Hendrickson sat across the table looking at the slender man.
"So whatcha got to tell me?"
"I saw that pretty little Impala you've been hunting for over in the Southside."
"When?" Hendrickson kept a cool face and tone though inside his heart started pounding.
"Yesterday when I was out," the man replied nonchalantly.
Commissioner Sheridan watched as Hendrickson interrogated the man. He was an FBI informant or rather snitch in his eyes. He knew the man was telling him where the Winchester brother was along with Novak and he couldn't have the FBI interfering with things. Sheridan had heard the whispers and gossip about why he was so deeply involved in this case. But he ignored them instead determined to keep not only the FBI from finding out about Alexander but also those two detectives Drycoff and Castlebeck.
Sheridan turned around slipping his phone out of his pocket. He tapped his foot waiting for the person on the other end to pick up.
"It's me. Where are our two Keystone cops at?"
"They are tailing the party right now. They're headed northwest out of Chicago."
"Shit," Sheridan muttered beneath his breath.
"No worries as we have something in store for our law enforcing friends."
"Excellent. Keep me informed," Sheridan snapped his phone shut and turned around as he devised a way to keep the FBI distracted. Hendrickson continued prying information from the man. The agent was hastily writing something down on a pad of paper. Hendrickson was grinning widely from ear to ear as he rushed out the door hollering at his fellow agents.
"Got you now Winchester," Hendrickson gloated to himself as he slipped in the waiting car.
Brooklyn woke up to find her arms and legs no longer restrained. A thin blanket covered her naked body. She slowly turned onto her side and noticed she was no longer in the warehouse but a small but well furnished room. There were no windows and only one door that led out and even that was probably guarded by some goon no doubt.
"Good you are awake," pulling the sheet up around her body, Brooklyn sat up to find Alexander sitting cross legged in a rather expensive looking chair. The man stood up and crossed the room causing Brooklyn to shrink back into the pillows. Alexander chuckled as he reached out and ran his finger along the mark on her shoulder.
"It's healing quite nicely," he commented.
"What the Hell did you do to me?!" She growled. Her eyes flashed amber but quickly faded as she huddled up in pain.
"As I said before, you belong to me now and as such you bear my mark."
Brooklyn slid her fingers over her shoulder feeling the raised skin beneath her touch. The anger rising deep inside her as crouched on the bed ready to strike. Her nails sharpened and lengthened as her teeth formed into perfect sharp canines.
"Oh such the drama with you my dear," Alexander sighed.
"You won't be saying that after I rip your throat out!"
"Tut tut now," he chided her with a smirk on her face. He knew she wouldn't get too far in changing given the little additive in the ink.
Brooklyn gasped hard as she crumpled up on the bed. Her body felt as if flames were licking her skin and melting it away.
"Do you know what's happening? The silver in the ink is keeping you from turning and when you try it hurts like Hell."
"Damn you…." She hissed.
"Too late for that my dear as you see my family was condemned by those who hid behind a mask of self-righteousness and piety. We were nearly wiped off this world but we survived and even now I am only but the last."
"Too bad they didn't smite your ass," she growled.
"Oh but why do that when I fulfill the hidden wants and needs of the high end of society? Desires that can only be fulfilled behind closed doors in the darkest hours of the night after the pomp and circumstance of the light has long since passed. I have friends in very very high places and they will let no one not even a group of measly hunters get in my way."
"Dean…." She mumbled.
"Yes that bastard got away but I will not let that keep me from tonight's festivities. You are but the reason many are attending tonight. You and another highly valuable arrival."
"Oh really and which poor soul did you manage to find?"
Alexander chuckled as he snapped his fingers and in stepped Daniel carrying in a young man. He was well built with russet skin and short jet black hair. His body was well built and sculpted as he wore only a pair of simple khakis.
"I would like for you to meet Jacob, a werewolf the same as you."
Daniel dropped the younger man on the bed beside Brooklyn. She saw he had a tattoo on his right deltoid, Native American she assumed. He looked to be about 16 or 17 years old, just a kid for crying out loud!
"He's only a kid," she whispered in shock. Brooklyn turned looking hard at the two men.
"You two are fucking sick you know that!"
"Again with the trash talk. Well tonight you better watch your mouth or you will suffer at my hand again. I will not tolerate servants disrespecting me in front of my guests."
Brooklyn stood with the sheet wrapped tightly around her body as she approached Daniel and Alexander. Daniel immediately took a protective stance placing himself between the werewolf and his master.
"I wouldn't take another step," he warned her.
"Or what? You'll whip me like a little bitch again?"
Alexander placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder making him move aside. He glared coldly at Brooklyn as his eyes were dark and stormy. Brooklyn felt her body move backwards towards the bed as she was no longer in control.
"If you disobey me or even look the wrong way I will make you suffer so greatly that you will wish for death."
His voice low cold and serious. Brooklyn merely nodded and sat back down. Alexander smiled and waved a hand towards the dress sitting on the opposite chair.
"Now, I expect you to bathe and prepare for tonight. This dress is what you will wear as it will show off what you have to offer," he turned to Daniel, "Take our friend here to his room and see to it he is prepared and cleaned up as well."
Daniel lifted the young man up and carried him out the door. Alexander waited until Daniel was gone before he sat down beside Brooklyn. He brushed away the long strand of copper hair from her neck revealing the perfect white skin against the dim light.
"You will fetch me a high price indeed," he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine.
Alexander inhaled deeply catching her scent which drove his ancient blood wild. Though he was going to give his clients the pleasure of her company, he wanted to be the first. Brooklyn struggled against him but found herself powerless against the inhuman strength of her ancient foe.
"We can do this my way or the painful way," he hissed in her ear.
Brooklyn felt the hot stinging tears roll down her face as his hot dry lips slowly moved along her neck and shoulders while swift hands jerked away the sheet.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna take this nice and slow…."
She closed her eyes but found him gripping her chin tight and harshly saying: "Look at me."
Her eyes were focused on his as he continued to claim her as his. The entire time her mind had drifted to Dean and the hopes he would find her soon.
Dean woke up from the nightmare. Her screams and cries still echoing in his ears. His love, his mate was being brutalized by the bastard that had taken them.
"He is going to pay…." Dean growled feeling his chest rumble. Sam looked over seeing his brother was about ready to explode with a violent anger.
"Dean, what happened?"
"That bastard put his hands all over her, that's what's wrong."
Sam kept his eyes on the road as soon they would be there.
The car kept about a half mile behind as Castlebeck and Drycoff kept hot on their trail. But in a part of Chicago, the FBI was ready to head out to the Southside and soon become hot on their trail as well.
I am sorry for the delay but I have been ill and my muse was DOA for a while but now I am getting an idea of where this is heading!!!
