Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 12/20/08. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice." This story takes place a little over ten years in the future after the events of "Sacrifice," and has the same characters from the first trilogy.
Abby sat on the side of the full sized paisley comforter across from her daughter. It had been two days since they had arrived at the hotel and four days since her girl's last drop of human blood. April trembled and rubbed her arms. Not that she knew from experiences, but more from seeing into the mind of recovering addicts, coming off of human blood was like coming down from heroin or cocaine. It was hard and painful. Abby remembered going through it herself. The convulsions. The hallucinations. The nausea. The dizziness. And yet, it was harder to watch her daughter go through it than it was for herself.
She leaned over to the other bed and placed an extra afghan over her daughter's shoulders.
"Thanks," she shuddered.
"You need anything else," Abby asked her daughter, giving her a brief kiss on the forehead. Unable to speak again, she just shook her head no. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, April. I really am, but this is for your own good. It'll make life a little easier once you get on animal blood."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," April muttered, her teeth chattering. "Hey Ma?"
"What?"
"How can you stand being around humans? Dad smelt…god, this is going sound so wrong, but he smelt good. And you sleep next to him every night? Do you not have a sense of smell or something?"
Abby laughed. She wished she couldn't smell Dean. He smelt absolutely heavenly to her. In fact, late at night curled against his back, she would catch herself taking in his scent by his neck while he slept. But she could never really hurt him. In fact, the only one who did any nibbling on necks was him.
"Well, April, I was raised on animal blood, so, being around humans was never that hard for me. That is, until I tried my first sip…then it became more of a problem. But I could never hurt your father. I would kill myself before I'd hurt him."
"I know you love him, Mom," April smiled before she hissed in pain. "But still, it's gotta be hard." Abby couldn't argue. "Mom, why did your parents raise you that way?"
Abby pulled her legs up onto the bed and sat Indian style. Her daughter followed suit on the opposite bed, only she pulled her warm blanket up around herself. She started the story by describing her early life in St. Augustine with her parents and brother. April wanted to know more about her grandparents and great-grandparents and Abby shrugged. She knew very little about them herself. Her mother Ann was of French and English descent and her father Thomas was English and Spanish. They fled to the colonies shortly after they met, marrying and establishing roots in the New World. As a kid, Abby had pieced together that her own grandparents didn't like her parents marriage. It had something to do with social status in the Lamia society. She also vaguely remembered, as an adult, being told she was from 'regal' blood. But, to be honest, that's all she knew. Her parents refused to back to Europe, making her promise to do the same, as it was considered by them to be dangerous.
She explained her parent''s established rules about no human blood, mostly because her folks had so many human friends. April's attention was completely devoted to her as Abby reminisced about her past, although she was sure to let some of the details slip; for example, why her family got killed. April seemed surprisingly devastated to learn her grandparents were killed by hunters. She looked away from her mother, seemingly ashamed. Abby playfully hit her shoulder, trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't feel bad kid, after all I married a hunter," she smirked. It didn't elevate her daughter's depressed aura. With a deep sigh, Abby continued on about her exploits afterward. She went on about how she went after the man responsible for killing her family, leaving her brother behind as she tracked the man to the edge of the nation. His scent had actually ended in the ocean. He had either drowned or taken a boat somewhere. Either way, there was no way to catch him after that. So, she turned around and looked for her brother.
"Why didn't Uncle James stay with you," April asked.
"He didn't like my revenge scheme nor did her commend my binging on human blood. It was all a coping mechanism, April. I wanted to hurt people, any person, for what they did to my parents. It was a dark time in my life, perhaps the darkest. But, once I got it out of my system, I went back to living how my parents taught me. I did it in their memory. Eventually during my travels, I met other vampires that held the same belief." Abby told her of how she fled north to start a new life in a new colony. She settled on Massachusetts Bay. Abby spent most of her time going between Boston and Oyster Bay, owning a house in each township. The humans thought she was the tragically beautiful, orphaned daughter of wealthy parents, perhaps living in luxury from her inheritance. Some of the citizens took pity on her and invited her into their homes for dinner, idle chats and dancing. She did enjoy the company, as she still couldn't find her brother, although she was always certain that his presence was never far away.
One such family were the Allens. They were from Boston and were avid patriots for the independence of the colonies from Britain.
"Mom, you're THAT old," April asked with a hint of disbelief in her quivering voice. Abby smirked and nodded, finally revealing her true age to her daughter for the first time. She laughed as her child's eyes widened. Abby thought it the best time to explain the Lamia's unique ability to choose their age, but cautioned that it was an important decision and wasn't to be taken lightly. She added the fact that hers wasn't even a choice; she was frozen at the age of an intense trauma. It was yet another 'fun fact' about being a Lamia vampire.
Abby continued on, telling her about the lavish parties for the women while the men talked politics. Abby would always sneak around and focus her attention on the male conversation. The news of the war didn't just effect the human's but the vampires as well. By that time, she had already decided to be a hunter and join up with the same nest she was with till that same day.
She had been listening as they described a tea party in the harbor and shots fired at Lexington and Concord.
"And then I was startled as someone managed to sneak up behind me. No one could do that."
"Excuse me," he had said in a sweet voice. It was so clear and fresh in her mind, that she could almost hear him in the hotel room.
Abby had pivoted herself gracefully around in her dress to face the person who had managed to catch the vampire eavesdropping. He was taller than she was, dressed in a hand-me-down navy suit. His long, mahogany hair was pulled back in a pony tail, except for the few strands that fell into his light blue eyes. He shot her a heartbreaking smile. That was all it took.
"Who was he," April asked, practically on the edge of her seat. Abby stopped and shifted her daughter back into a more comfortable position on the bed.
"You know, I never have told your father any of this, April," she paused, sighing at her inability to talk about that particular moment in her past to Dean. "He was Nathaniel Allen...and two weeks after that chance meeting, he became my first husband."
