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CHAPTER NINE- SAVAGE BLOOD
I stared at the vampire tied to the chair.
Something was wrong.
The deaths were too sloppy, the corpses too hastily hidden, almost as if they were….
Almost as if they were bait.
Odette looked pale, listening to the girl pleading to be let go.
Something stirred inside of me as I glanced at her, and I froze.
This had been happening more and more frequently in the two years I'd had to guard her.
Unbidden, the memory of Odette dancing with me slipped into my mind.
I remembered the way she'd looked that night, the way she'd wrapped an arm around my neck….
Jimmy Novak chuckled sleepily, preventing me from completing my thought.
You really have no idea what's happening, do you? He said amusedly.
What do you mean?
Jimmy refused to answer, lapsing back into slumber.
Dean and Sam pulled us aside.
"Poor girl," Sam said in an undertone.
"We don't have a choice," Dean said grimly.
Odette turned to me, eyes glimmering.
"Can you….."
"No," I shook my head.
Of course this would affect her.
Dean picked up the machete, and Odette flinched.
"I can't watch this," She choked out, running out of the room.
I tried to force myself to stay where I was, to not go after her, but I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
That frightened me.
I was an angel.
I wasn't supposed to experience any of this; it shouldn't have mattered to me.
I wasn't supposed to care.
But Odette had changed all that, and I didn't even know why.
Before I knew it, my feet had carried me out the door to where Odette was standing.
Something like pity rose up in me.
Odette had too much heart.
I knew it, Dean knew it, even Sam knew it.
Odette wasn't cut out for this world.
She didn't deserve its brutality, it's coldness, it's violence.
But here she was, nonetheless.
She leant against the windowsill, and I had the odd urge to still her shaking shoulders.
I stiffened.
This was wrong.
"You know what, Cas?" Odette sniffed loudly.
"Sometimes I wish I didn't care so much, I wish it wouldn't hurt so much. It would make things so much easier."
"Don't," The vehemence in my voice surprised us both.
"Don't," I repeated.
"It's what makes you you, Odette. Don't ever change."
Well done, Jimmy whispered.
Something like a smile crossed Odette's face.
"Thanks, Cas."
I hated the flash of warmth that swept through me.
Inside, the vampire screamed.
~Supernatural~
We exited Spider, and I glanced at the red lights with distaste.
I could tell the club was making Odette uncomfortable.
"That was a big, fat waste of time," Dean grumbled.
"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here," Sam reasoned.
"I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground."
Odette tugged on my arm, and I shifted to where she was looking.
A man who looked to be in his thirties was ducking into an alley with an arm around a young blonde girl.
I moved forward soundlessly.
The man held up a dropper of red liquid.
Vampire blood.
The girl giggled.
He tilted it back, and the girl opened her mouth.
Before any could fall in, Dean grabbed his arm, and punched him in the face.
Sam shoved the girl towards the mouth of the alley.
"Get out of here!" Odette pushed her forward. "Go!"
The vampire hurled Dean into a brick wall, and before I could catch him, took off at a run.
Odette and Sam pulled Dean up.
I tensed as I sensed a familiar presence.
Dark, and black, and empty.
Only one person had that aura.
Gordon Walker raised his gun.
I pulled Odette behind me as he and his ally fired freely at us.
The bullets wouldn't affect me, but it would definitely harm the other three.
We dived behind a row of parked cars, managing to deflect the shots.
Dean crouched down.
"All right," He murmured. "Run. I'll draw them off."
"What!" Sam glared at him. "You're crazy!"
"No!" Odette caught onto Dean's sleeve.
He shook her off.
"Take them back."
Before I could object, he darted out into the line of fire.
I had no choice.
I sent them back.
Sam and Odette paced the hotel room floor anxiously.
A knot of worry tightened in my stomach.
Finally, Dean entered.
Odette sighed in relief.
"There you are!" Sam exclaimed.
Dean shrugged, unconcerned.
"Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice."
"Nice move you pulled back there, Dean," Sam scowled.
"Running right at the weapons."
Dean grinned unconvincingly.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass."
He ignored their tense expressions.
"So, I guess Gordon's out of jail."
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Odette sat down heavily.
"How the hell did he know where to find us?"
Dean froze.
Bela, His mind raged.
"That bitch," Dean snarled, pulling out his phone.
"Hi, Bela," Dean's voice was deceptively calm.
"Hello, Dean," Bela's voice was cool.
"Question for you," Dean kicked a chair leg.
"When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?"
"Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were," Bela answered.
"Excuse me?" Dean said incredulously.
"Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know," Dean reddened.
"Maybe pick up the phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by!"
"I did fully intend to call," Bela said insincerely. "I just got a bit sidetracked."
"He tried to kill us!" Dean exploded.
I listened to Dean yell, but his final statement was deathly quiet.
"Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you."
For once, Bela didn't answer.
~Supernatural~
I tracked him through the city, and then I froze.
The scent of blood swirled around him, hot and cloying.
There was no mistaking it.
Gordon Walker had been turned.
