Sara woke up in a dark and damp environment, her head hanging low as she groaned since it throbbed, almost to the point that she could actually hear it throbbing. It hurt so bad that she could feel the blood rushing through her ears, hence the part where she could almost hear her head throbbing. Groaning out even louder in pain as she struggled to figure out what she was sitting on, only to find that she couldn't move, being restrained to a chair with rope. "Just great," she uttered sarcastically out loud, even if no one could hear her.
Despite the fact that the room was completely dark, she tried to lift her head and look around, only to find more darkness until it was interrupted by a bright light up above turning on. Someone had pulled a small chain to turn on the light bulb up above and once Sara saw the middle-aged man standing there, being the one responsible for the action, she realized who he must be. "Alastair," she groaned in disgust, remembering how he always liked to use middle-aged men, ones that typically weren't too bad looking and this one was even better looking then the last.
Moving aside so that Sara could see the rest of the room, Alastair approached her slowly, revealing that the room was actually a storage facility that Sara and Heather used to store some of their weapons and other items, most importantly, Sara's serum. "What the hell do you want with me?!" She glared at her demonic father with such hatred.
A smirk crept across Alastair's lips, or at least the meatsuit he was possessing before he spoke to her in that creepy voice of his that he managed to keep no matter who he possessed. "That's exactly the point, my dear. It's always been about you so I want you. I've wanted you since you were sixteen and yet your mother denied me that opportunity," he explained, pausing for a moment and reaching for something that was on a nearby table. His back was facing Sara so she couldn't see what he was doing when he continued to speak. "You see, I wanted an apprentice, someone to teach my skills to, and now I'm going to have that. What I'm about to do to you, there is no escaping."
Alastair finally turned back around, a syringe in his hand and the needle was pressed against the semi-translucent skin of the crease where his forearm and upper arm met. Sinking the needle into his blue vein, a face of pure pleasure overcame Alastair as if he enjoyed the slight sting of the needle when it sank into his vein. However, he wasn't done yet since he slowly started to pull back the plunger, drawing out some of the crimson blood that ran through the meantsuit's veins, also the same blood that made up his demonic form at this point since he was one with the human while he drew out the blood.
As Sara watched the scene unfold before her eyes, she swallowed hard and her eyes focused on him in complete fear. A part of her knew what he was doing, while another part didn't want to believe that he would do such a thing, but after all, he was just another demon, father or not. "Wh-What are you doing?" She questioned, the fear evident in her voice as it was a bit shaky.
Smirking evilly, Alastair finished with the needle and sat it down on the table before stepping close to his precious daughter, leaning in and talking into her ear. "I should really thank Sam for weakening you. It was so generous of him to make this easier for me, not that he had even intended to, but I appreciate it nonetheless," he explained creepily before pulling away only a few inches so that he could look her directly in the face. His hand reached up and cupped her chin, holding it in place so she was forced to look him in the eyes. "Don't even try to hurt me or move that syringe off of the table. It simply won't work because we have the same DNA so our powers do not work on each other, plus, I did this while you were unconscious after leaving your body."
Without another word, Alastair shoved a needle into Sara's vein in the side of her neck, pushing the plunger of the syringe inward and causing the dark blue liquid to enter her veins. Leaning back in towards Sara's ear, this time he whispered as if talking to her that way made it even more creepy and evil. "Yes, I poisoned you with your own serum," he said, pulling away with an evil grin on his face as he pulled out the needle abruptly, causing Sara even more pain. "After Sam pulled that little number on you, it weakened you, but by giving you serum like this, it weakened you even more, practically paralyzing your demon half so that you are defenseless against me. It comes in handy for when I have to inject you with my own blood."
A cry of complete agony escaped Sara as the serum coursed through her veins, causing her the fiery pain that she experienced every time she needed to inject herself with it. Then the convulsions started too and she shook in the chair but was restrained by the ropes binding her to the chair. "F-fuck you," she managed to spit out at him through all the searing pain.
Wrinkling his nose in disgust, Alastair slapped her hard across the face. "It's not nice to talk to daddy like that," he almost growled before cupping her chin in his hand again and forcing her to look at him since her head had sagged somewhat after being injected with the serum. "You should be thanking me for saving your pathetic life since my blood will save you. Look at how your life turned out, helping people and saving them from the very thing you are. You can't fool me though. You have killed people so you're just like me, but I'm better at it. However, I can teach you how to be a professional in the trade of killing."
Sara spit in his face the blood that he had caused when he slapped her and she glared at him with anger and hatred. "I don't want to be like you!" She shouted, wincing once the words had escaped her because they only caused her more pain after being injected with serum like that.
Alastair pulled away from her and walked back over to the table where the syringe of his blood laid. "Oh but you do," he smirked at her creepily. "I can sense it throughout your entire body. You know what it tastes like to kill, and sometimes you think it's easier to just give into your dark nature then to actually be good." Turning to look at her once again, he held the syringe in his hand at this point. "Once I inject you with my blood, there will be no more confliction. All will be well, and the darkness that you will feel will just be intoxicating and draw you into my side."
Hearing these words, Sara struggled against the ropes even though her body still felt like it was on fire. "No! You can't do this to me!" She shouted at him, trying to break free and even use her powers but it was no use. Alastair was right. She was completely defenseless against him after what he had done to her. "You would turn me into a monster just because you're one? I'm you're daughter! Don't you love me?" She questioned, trying to throw any excuse at him that might make him think twice and stop about his decision, even though she knew he was a demon and could care less about her.
Fear started to swarm inside of Sara along with the hurt and betrayal of what was about to happen. Of course Alastair was a demon, automatically making him evil and untrustworthy, but on some level he was still her father and he was turning her into a monster. A tear ran down her cheek as she looked at him pleadingly. "Please don't do this." She begged one last time.
A serious look spread across Alastair's face. "Do not try to fight this. I'm doing this because you are my daughter and it will help you. As for love, I'm not capable of such a thing because I'm a demon. Quite frankly, I'm surprised you're even capable of it, but after I inject you with my blood, you may never be capable of such a thing ever again," he explained thoroughly as though he actually did care about her on some level. "It's a shame that you won't be able to love again since you have such deep feelings for Sam. Too bad he was such a fool he couldn't see what he had there in front of him. He's going to lose the one person that wanted to actually save him."
Struggling against her bindings again, Sara forced herself not to give up. "STOP THIS!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. "Don't do this to me! You'll regret this!"
Alastair smirked at her one last time. "I regret nothing," he admitted before running his hand down her cheek softly as if to reminisce on the daughter he was about to lose. The daughter he was about to change into something else, or so he hoped would change into something more demonic, something less human.
Without hesitating, Alastair lined up the syringe with one of her veins and pushed it in, even though Sara was still continuing to struggle against him. He didn't allow her movements to distract him as he pushed the plunger, forcing his demon blood to enter her own blood. "This does wonders, more so than actually drinking demon blood like Sam does. Direct contact into the blood stream is the only way to go."
Instead of letting her just sit there and allow the demon blood to start working, he used the syringe to actually draw out more of his own blood before giving her some more of it. He gave her two full syringes full of his blood in order to make sure the job was done and that her demon half would no longer try to take over her human half and kill her.
The demon blood started to pump through Sara's bloodstream as she sat there in the chair still trying to struggle against the ropes. After a few seconds, she started to quiet down a bit, feeling the blood work its effects on her. It was nothing like the serum because it didn't cause her pain. Instead, the blood was almost peaceful, and definitely intoxicating like a drug. Her heart raced faster as it started to work, started to change her in some way, shape, or form.
Barely struggling now, Alastair leaned back in and whispered into her ear. "Don't fight it. Let it overtake you so there will be no more pain, only peace." He explained in that creepy voice of his, some of the words starting to sound slurred in Sara's mind since she was starting to black out.
With those being the last words she heard from her demonic father, her head sagged in the chair and her eyes closed as she felt complete darkness overtake her. There was no more pain, no more worrying about whether or not she would have to find a way to cure this demon half. No, the only thing she would have to worry about was whether or not she truly would become a monster. However, the darkness was so thick that her outside surroundings couldn't touch her. She heard nothing and saw nothing as she was unconscious but at the same time, she also felt safe, whole, and comforted by the darkness, even if the darkness was the evil she might become.
