Chapter 9- Invasion
Dean ran through another empty alleyway that lead to nowhere. He was out of breath but he knew that he had to keep going, that he had to find her before it was too late. Jo was waiting for him to find her and save her and he would, and he would take her in his arms and kiss her and never let go. Still, every moment that went by he worried more and more that he would not get the chance.
But he had to be getting close. In every dark corner he saw a set of lurking eyes like those of a cat. In the shadows something seemed to walk along with him but would disappear whenever he looked over his shoulder. Echoing off the cold, brick walls were the sounds of Jo's voice calling out to him.
"Dean! Dean, please help me! Dean!"
Turning another corner he was met with a dead end. He felt like he was in a maze, one with no exit. There was no way out and he would die there in some back street trying to find a way to the voice that called out to him.
"Dean! Dean!"
Something grabbed him from behind. It was holding onto his shoulder and shaking him. He tried to shrug it off but it didn't work. Looking over his shoulder Dean could see nothing, just a blur of a hand gripping him and shaking him.
"Dean, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
Dean opened his eyes a little wider and slipped out of his dream. He could now make out an arm extending from the hand and lifting his head up a little higher, he could make out his brother's face opposite him.
"Man, you were having a nightmare."
"Where are we?" Dean groaned.
"We're here."
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Jo opened her eyes and looked around; she was in a strange, dark, empty room. There was nothing and noone around her that she could see. The blinds were drawn on the window which blocked out the outside world except for a single beam of light which penetrated through a broken lat. It seemed to be the only decoration present on the walls.
She sat in the centre of the room. Looking down she could see that she was tied to a chair, her limbs bound to the legs and armrests of the seat. She tried to fight free but was unable to move. She tried to call out but the gag in her mouth stifled her attempts. She was completely helpless and stuck.
The last thing Jo could remember was the Roadhouse. The woman had come into the bar and sat down on a stool like nobody's business. They had talked, she had seen the tattoo and realised what the woman was, a gypsy. Jo had tried to kill her, had lunged towards her and nicked her shoulder, but sadly it had little effect without the precious virgin's blood.
The door opened and the room was flooded with light, causing Jo's eyes pupils to contract fast and blind her. The same girl from the bar came in and walked towards her, her eyes glowing an acid green. Jo could feel the sweat running down from her temples and the colour draining from her face as the woman bent down closer to her. She jumped and jerked the chair she was tied to in futile attempts to escape the gypsy's hand as it reached out for her and five fingertips met her heaving chest.
Jo screamed.
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"You sure this is the place, Sam?"
"This is what the paper you gave me said. Why?"
"I dunno, I didn't exactly think that this thing would have an apartment, you know? I can't believe it just ah... blends in with everyone else."
"And I can't believe that we just stole from a blood bank," Sam glanced down at the brown paper bag in Dean's hand.
"How else were we supposed to find virgin's blood? Could've used yours I guess."
Sam shot Dean a dirty look before pushing past him on the stairway and stopping on the sixth floor landing. Keeping an eye out for onlookers, they pulled out their wooden stakes and, with great care to not make a mess, dipped them deep into the blood to be sure of the right effects. Weapons ready, they opened the door to the hallway and walked into a lobby where four doors led to individual homes.
The door to apartment nineteen stood immediately to their left.
Sam pressed an ear against the door and nodded. She was home. Holding up his fingers he silently counted out 'one-two-three' and stepped out of the way as Dean kicked in the door and they bursted in, slamming it shut behind them. A young dark woman sprang up from the chair she was sitting in and stared wildly at the men who had just invaded her peaceful Sunday afternoon, her tattoo visible on her arm.
Dean lunged toward her at full speed, his stake aimed straight for her heart. Her stunned expression quickly turned more serious and she flung her hand up in front of her and, in a blast of air, Dean was thrown off his feet and into the wall where he fell to the floor unconscious.
Sam stood with his bloody stake raised as she walked towards him, his eyes fixated on her's, a rancid green. She raised her arm again as she neared him but Sam swiped at her viscously, tearing her skin so that a stream of blood spilled from her forearm. Her head turned upward from her wound and glared through Sam with piercing eyes. Swinging her good arm across her body, the stake in his grip flew away as he was slammed into the wall.
"Where is she?" Sam roared, unable to move.
"Where's who?"
"Jo! One of you took her. We know what you did to Joss."
"Baby, there's more than just me. Lots of us managed to crawl out of the pit when the gate was opened. I wouldn't know where your little friend is," she touched her hand to his chest, "Too bad for you."
Sparks of green electricity ignited from her fingertips and charged into Sam. Throwing his head back, he screamed in pain as he felt the surge of his energy being drawn towards her hand from the rest of his body. Trying to regain some control over himself, Sam tilted his head back down and stared into her evil glowering face before looking beyond her head.
Noting his gaze, the gypsy turned her head just in time to glimpse Dean standing behind her before he plunged his stake into her side. Her hand fell from Sam's chest, who slumped to the floor heaving for breath, as she was pinned against the wall with Dean's hand around her throat.
"Where is she, Bitch?" Dean shouted in her face and he pulled out another blood stained stake and pressed it against her chest.
"I... I told him, I d...don't know."
"I don't believe you."
"Dean."
"Sam, not now."
"Dean, it wasn't her."
Dean starred into the woman's eyes as their colour shifted from green to brown and back again. "Too bad for you," he pressed in hard on the sharpened wood and pierced her flesh. Her eyes went blank as her head bowed, but when it came up again they were hazel and looked at him pleadingly.
"H... help me," Dean heard her whisper as she crumpled onto him and he slowly lowered her to the floor. He had killed what was inside of her but the girl was still fighting.
"Miss, we'll get you some help. Sam, get a wet facecloth. Just hold on, okay, we're gonna help you," Dean tried to comfort her but had not dared remove the stake from her, knowing it would only make things worst.
"I c... couldn't st... stop it."
"I know, just don't talk. Take it easy."
"I d... don't know... know w...where she is."
"Who? Jo?"
"I... I'm s...sorry."
"It's all right, just relax."
"Th... thank you."
"For what?"
Sam ran back into the room with the damp cloth just in time to see the young woman's brown eyes close as she became limp in his brother's arms.
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Next chapter will be: Poison Whiskey (yes, I did use a song title yay me lol)
(Good God I'm hyper lol)
