"No…" the room fell silent as Ember's wails turned to dry sobs, the tension distracting her from the pain. Dean's fingers began to tremble as he slowly bought his hand towards his brother's cracked lips. Brushing Sam's hair away from his face, Dean pressed his fingers to his younger brother's throat, searching for a pulse. "So cold" stated Dean as a slow throbbing reverberated through his fingertips. Tears fell freely from his eyes as he picked up his little brother, cradling his body in his arms. He quickly pressed Sam's body to his own, trying to hear his pulse through all the…blood. Suddenly, Dean's senses were bombarded with the smell of Sam's blood. Breathing heavily, Dean took in the intoxicating fragrance, raising his eyes to the ceiling as his pupils dilated and his fangs extracted. Sam's unconscious, one little lick won't hurt him.

"Shut up," muttered Dean, as he slammed his fists into his temples, placing his throbbing head in between his legs. "Stop doing this to me."

Why do you automatically assume those thoughts are mine? I do believe they came from your mind Dean.

"No!" groaned Dean, as anger penetrated his eyes. Ember's dry sobs turned into screams as Dean's dark eyes landed on her.

"You did this to him," he growled, taking a threatening step towards his victim\, letting Sam's body slip from his fingers. "You're the reason I'm having these thoughts, you're the reason I'm like this, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT." Deftly crossing the room, Dean tore her cloak from her shaking body, grasping her neck in his strong grip. "And I'm not going to let you off as easily as I did your friend over there."

Ember let out a scream that began to shake the walls of the chamber, trying to cut through Dean's arms with her nails, and in turn, free herself.
"I don't know who you are," she gasped as his grip tightened, "none of this was my idea, Brian told me to do it, this was all his idea, show some mercy, I'm just a little girl, caught in the cross fire. Please? DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!"

"Why would I kill you?" questioned Dean as a crazed look took over his face, "It's not like you hurt my little brother." Without missing a beat, Dean tore off her arm, tossing it behind him. Her screams ricocheted off the walls as Dean shoved his fist down her throat, pulling out her vocal cords. Ember coughed once, blood spewing out of her orifice, coating her neck and arm with the deadly liquid. Looking up at him questioningly, Dean cracked a toothy smile. "Dead man's blood bitch."

A look of terror possessed Ember's features as the poison began to take effect. Opening her mouth for a silent scream, she slammed her head against the brick wall, trying to knock herself out and relieve her mind of this excruciating pain.

"Not just yet," cooed Dean as he pulled her body away from the wall. "I'm not finished with you just yet." Grasping her wrists and ankles as her body went through yet another bout of spasms; he tied her extremities to the same pole his brother had been resigned to, only a short time ago.

"I think the one thing that pisses me off more than anything else," continued Dean as Ember's silent screams subsided to labored sobs, "Is that your people have been given everything, everlasting life, amazing powers, and yet," he stated, his sharp eyes continuously sizing up his prey, "you feel the need to work against those gifts, and use them as an excuse. For example, every vampire I've ever encountered has told me they are a superior being. But, to me at least, it seems like every one of them is trying to justify the inhuman acts they commit. I mean, no one has ever just said 'I drink human blood' and left it at that. They have to go on to say 'I'm a superior being and it tastes good and bullshit bullshit bullshit' until their original point is lost. Agreed?" he sneered as Ember's eyes glazed over his impressive build. The fight had long gone from her petite frame, she now slumped against her restraints, waiting for the inevitable. "Well, since it seems I've pretty much destroyed your husband over there," Dean gloated as he gestured to the body laying on the floor, "I don't see the point in your living. However, you did fuck over my little brother, which is something I can't just overlook." Smiling he bent in close to Ember's face, watching as the undead girl visibly winced with the close situation.

"So what do you say we have a little bit of fun?"

Extracting the stake from his first victim's body, Dean took a dozen vials from his jacket pocket. "Courtesy of Gordon" he smirked as Ember's eyes widened, if someone like Gordon had succumb to this madman, then he truly was a-

"Monster" she breathed as her unnatural body began to repair itself. Dean paused as the irony of the situation began to reveal itself.

"Well, since you think I'm a monster," Dean stated, securing the vials in her ropes, while taping vials to her back. "Then it's high time I started acting like one." Placing two vials in her mouth, Ember's brows furrowed as she tried to understand what her capture wanted with her. Inserting another vial in between her legs, Dean stepped back to admire his work. "Now then," he smiled, clapping his hands together, in a finishing gesture, "This is how it's going to work. Since killing you would be way too easy, I've decided to give you an ultimatum. You can either stay here and rot, as I'm going to block all the exits on my way up. Or, you can try to get free. However, if I were you, I'd watch out for those vials. And for the finishing touch," Dean stated, slamming the stake into Ember's shoulder, extracting tears from her unbridled eyes. Placing a vial in the wound, he stood away, surveying his work. "If I was you, I wouldn't make too much unnecessary movement." Striding away from Ember, Dean picked Sam up as if he weighed nothing more than a bag of feathers, throwing the unconscious boy across his shoulder. "Have fun sweetheart," he crooned as he left the room to the noise of Ember desperately trying to speak through the obstructions in her mouth.

Slamming his fist against the building's soft points, a crooked smile darted across Dean's expression as the building collapsed against himself. The chamber that was holding Ember would be no exception to the destruction, which would leave her broken under thousands of pounds of rubble with poison seeping into her veins.

"Seems like a fitting demise" muttered Dean as he started to run, Sam's body thrown across his figure.

Seems excessive.

"Did you see what they did to Sammy?" seethed Dean as the voice once again imposed its views on his thoughts. "The male is lucky I didn't have time to have my way with him, otherwise it would be a lot worse than the death I dealt him."

If you truly believe that, why do you feel the need to justify yourself to me?

Dean quickly pressed his finger against his temple as the inhuman laughter filled his brain. He had to get Sam somewhere safe, before, before…

Before the smell of blood overpowered what little self control he still possessed.

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alrite, its been like two years, so saying i'm sorry won't really work in this instance. To tell the truth, my muse for this story kinda...died. and it took going away to college to bring him back. i'm going to try to update more often, again, i apologise for the horrible horrible wait for this story.

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