Oh god! What happened I feel like crap… My head was throbbing, along with my shoulders, legs... basically everything was throbbing in pain. The damp cold ground was pressed against my cheek. I felt completely drenched, in what was the question.
I cant remember what happened… what did happen? Why am I cold and damp…Did I fall asleep outside?
I haven't done that in years…Did I sleep walk? I hope nothing happened to me or any other people that matter.
Soon my thoughts became noise that ran into each other. It sounded like a conference room full of pissed off people. And then it stopped, as soon as it came, it stopped. I decided to try and open my eyes. After I struggled a bit in opening them, I saw absolutely nothing.
It was black.
It automatically made me think of the Pit and the Pendulum by Edgar Allan Poe. That was one of my favorite stories and it scared the shit out of me.
My eyes slowly started to adjust. It wasn't completely dark after all. When my eyes fully adjusted around me I looked around. I was in a wet, stone… basement. There was hardly any light. I got up and took a look around, that's when I felt the jolt of pain. I looked down there was blood all over my shirt. I automatically started to panic. I lifted my shirt to see a symbol of some sort carved into my stomach. Not deep enough to kill me but deep enough to make me bleed. I looked around the room I was in to look for more clues. I had seen this symbol before but I don't remember where. I searched my mind for answers, I looked around the room finding other symbols. Black magic symbols. I looked to the floor to where I was there was symbols all around, and that wetness wasn't water… it was blood. I panicked and found a door which was locked. I managed to stutter the words to clam myself. Trying to think of what to do, I began to think of ways to open the door silently.
"Screw it!" I said and kicked the door. It worked a little so I kept on beating the door until I got through. I ran up the stairs until I reached to what was my surprise a church. I walked around trying to find an exit. When I turned around I turned around into Alastair.
I sucked in my breath a little out of shock, but soon recovered.
"Hello Alastair, Can you tell me where the exit is I would like to leave and go home and find a way to send your ass back to hell." I said with a smile on my face. I knew deep down I didn't have a chance at getting out of this place.
"Lexa, Darling I'm not going to let you leave. Instead I will take you back downstairs and we will have a... nice, pleasant discussion."
"For you maybe... I'm not going to get out of here alive am I?" I asked almost choking on my words. I was trying not to show it and I was trying to buy time.
"No you will not survive this." As I walked downstairs I sent Sam telepathic message describing where I was hoping they would find me... before Alastair killed me.
Sam's POV
Rewind to where Sam and Dean busted into Lexa's room seeing Alastair choking Lexa on the wall
Dean and I had our guns cocked and pointed towards Alastair.
"Let her go Alastair." Dean said.
"I know you just want me, so let her go and take me." he continued.
"Ah, Dean dear boy, you have so much to learn. I need her, I'm not here for you." Alastair said. Just then he disappeared into the air.... with Lexa. Dean and I put our guns down. I could see the hurt on his face. I wondered why Alastair needed Lexa. It must have something to do with the seals. Oh shit. Dean was rambling on about something when I interrupted.
"Dean we need to find her."
"No shit Sam." he was going to say something else when I interrupted him again.
"We need to find her before he does something to her. I don't know for sure but I think she may have something to do with a seal." Dean looked at me with a confused look then he finally got it.
"She is a real witch, she has powers that she may not even know of. Dean you may not think this is true but I know her more than you do. She is a witch by family trait. Not by choice that means-" I was saying as Dean cut me off ...
"- that she has a colorful past." Dean said.
"As I was saying, she probably has a demon in the family. It could have been from ages ago maybe even before people found America. All that needed to happen was a relative of hers most likely a woman, since the witch trait is only on the woman's side, was possessed by a demon during pregnancy. Part of the demon was transferred to the baby."
"Sam how do you know this, its not in any of dads journals or in any of the books that we have..." Dean asked.
"She knows Dean. Its her family she knows her family."
