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Chapter 7 – revelations

I let that sink in. It's a hard nut to crack. I have to give him time to process it.

"Immortal as in you can't die?" Sam asks me. He always was the faster one with the supernatural stuff.

"That is also not so easy to answer?"

"Why?" Dean asks and tries to rip his brain around the revelations.

"Because I only can die of a supernatural cause. I would bet if you chopped my head off with your machete, my head would jump right back at my torso." that lighten the mood a bit. "But on the other hand would have been any vamp blood on the weapon I definitely would be dead."

"And you hunt the supernatural, seriously?" Dean asks. I simply nod.

Stefan and Dean yell at the same time. "Are you suicidal?"

Because that piece of information was new to my brothers as well. The fact that I can die by a supernatural cause and that I am a hunter as well was a little bit much. Damon and Stefan stare at me with anger, curiosity, fear and craziness. "I skip that question, because I believe it's rhetorical?" I say, because I know they are all simple worried about me. Even in Sam's face I could read worry. A good sign, that means we can overcome this. I don't want to lose anyone of them.

"How old are you?" Sam wants to know. Dean looks at him surprised, as if that was a silly question. He believes that's irrelevant, because I can't be that old. Sorry to disappoint you Dean.

"I lost count after 150 years." I could see that Stefan wants to say something. "Don't Stef I lost count on purpose, so don't tell me how old we really are!" Stefan, Damon and Elena laughed. Sam was surprised and Dean was shocked.

"That means your brothers are also that old?" Sam asks curiously.

"Yes, except Damon is way older than Stefan and me!"

"Watch it, Sis." Damon says with a little smirk.

"I had sex with a grandma." Dean said after some time.

"Hey, not nice. I don't look 150. I am hot. It's more like it that you had sex with a 17 year old girl. Because that was the moment I stopped aging." Dean goes pale and took a seat at the nearest table. Sam on the other hand found it funny, kind of at least.

"Yeah. you look hot." Dean whispers.

"Their age means that they are the oldest vamps we ever came across." Sam concludes after he calmed down.

"And?" Dean spits back at him, as if it was important at the moment. His brain is still working to process that I am more than 150 years old.

But Sam couldn't go on with his theory. "Actually you never came across vampires like my brothers. Because they are another species, if you wanna say so."

"Come again?" Deans says.

"There are two sorts of vampires?" Sam asks at the same time unbelievable.

"The vamps you know, are children of Eve. But my brothers are not. They are created by vampires called as the originals."

"Like Klaus, Elijah or Rebekka." Damon drops in.

"You had something with an original vampire?" was all Dean could hear. Thanks brother.

"Two actually, but that's not important right now. Important is that the originals are created by a powerful witch, who was actually their mother."

"Damn witches." Dean says.

"Amen to that." Damon retorts.

"Ow" Dean and Damon scream at the same time, because they received from Elena and me a clout.

"What was that for?" Dean asks me.

"Yeah, why?" Damon joins in. The similarities between both of them became clearer.

Elena and I say in unison. "Bonnie." and smile at each other.

"Anyway she created them with a powerful spell, because she couldn't bear another child of her to die. They received some sort of powers like strength, speed, compulsion, healing and also the blood thirst. But normally they behave. I am not sure beheading would work on them, but a stake does."

"Thanks Izzy for telling them - how they could kill us." Damon yells.

"Don't twist your panties; they aren't going to hurt anyone of you. Am I right Dean?"

He hesitates a moment and looks me in the eye. I plead to him to trust me and smile at him. After some moments of thinking, he smiles back and my knees become weak. God, I love that smile. "Yeah, Sammy and I we're not going to hurt you as long as you behave." Sam wants to protest but Dean tells him silently to shut it, so he nods.

"And we should believe them Izzy?" Damon asks. Stefan and Elena are awfully quite the whole time. I don't know why. But I have to reassure Damon. So I tell him the only thing what he would believe to shut him up.

"Because even if Dean is a womanizer and an asshole sometime. I love him." Dean's eyes grow wide as I say that, because I never told him, that before. I would have preferred to tell him that alone and under different circumstances. But these three words tell Damon and Stefan that I completely trust Dean, that he is some sort of family for me and that I expect from them that they trust him too. They knew that I only would tell these words to a man I truly love, because of my upbringing.

Dean stands up, closes the distance between us and looks in to my eyes. "But haven't you told me that before."

"For many reasons, first of all I wasn't sure you would feel the same and second you're a hunter or better you're THE hunter, Dean Winchester. You normally shot first and ask questions later. I was afraid it would have ended things between us early."

In his eyes I could see somehow hurt, but I am not sure what for. "What you say is correct, but you could have tried and at least given me some credit, Babe."

"Credit for what?"

"For what? I am a different hunter than I was years ago after hell and purgatory. My best friend is an angel and I have Crowley on speed dial."

"Hell?" Damon questions, while Elena says "Purgatory?"

That's correct, but I didn't thought about it that way. I hate Crowley, he creeps me out. "Who is Crowley?" Stefan asks curiously. He must have felt what I feel towards that man.

"The king of hell." Dean, Sam and I say unison.

"Damn it Bella, what have you done these last years?" Stefan wants to know.

"Stop it Stefan. I already tried that, but I received an insult because of my antiquated attitude and the silent treatment." Damon tells him.

"Oh." the silent treatment was the cue for Stefan to drop the topic. I smile, because my brothers know me very well.

"There is one thing I want to know?" Sam says.

"And that is?"

"How did you become immortal?"

"Ah that. I not sure or better I don't understand it. See I turned after my brothers have given me their blood and or their love at the same time. Bonnie, a friend and good witch, told me that their love for me was so strong that they couldn't bear the thought of me as a monster. So the universe made me only immortal, it's some sort of ancient spell."

Dean was furious. "You put this fate on your own sister. How can both of you let that happen?" he asks my brothers. But I stop him and put my hand firmly on his chest, which made him look at me.

"They did it because I wanted it."

"You're really crazy if you choose to be a vampire instead of a human."

That hurt Dean. Now I am pissed. Who is he to judge me and my motives; he doesn't know anything about that. "Dean I was born in the 19th Century. Do you have any idea what that meant for a woman." I feel Stefan's hand on my shoulder for support. Damon was right behind him. They both know that's a touchy subject for me. "My father sold me to the highest bidder if you wanna say so. A 42 year old man, who liked to abuse his personal and his future wife, at that time I was 17. So I ran away to my brothers, the only ones in this world, who had ever loved me, because not even my parents loved me. I was just a silly girl with premonitions, a freak. Only with Stefan and Damon I felt loved. So after I have learned, what they have become, I pleaded them to turn me for months. But both wouldn't do it at first, but after six months they gave in. Both have given me their blood and then turned me."

Somewhere during my breakdown I started to cry. Dean was shocked and looked helpless, he never saw me cry. But that wasn't important. Stefan took me in his arms and tried to calm me down. Damon just had his hand on my shoulder and showed me with a squeeze that he is there for me.

Silence, nobody spoke a word after my revelation. The tears stopped after some moments and I step out of Stefan's embrace to face Dean. He was somehow broken. In his eyes I see, that he didn't wanted to hurt me and that he was hurt as well.

Without thinking I walk into his arms. He wasn't shocked; it was more like he expected that and closed his strong arms around me. He smelled my hair, while I smelled on his clothes. He whispers into my ears "I am sorry." I know he means it, because Dean Winchester doesn't apologize often. So I kiss him.


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