Another fierce battle for Sam - this of the heart, mind and body. Is he strong enough to survive what hell can throw at him?? Only time will tell. Please review for me, I like hearing from you. Huggers
DLB 10 Siren's song
Life had been boring of late. With a wistful sigh she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The jewel encrusted brush in her hand caressed a slow path through her silken blonde hair. A long sigh escaped her again! She was tiny and petite with bright, cerulean blue eyes that stared into the mirror. She was one of the most beautiful creatures to ever be born. A third sigh wafted into the room.
A dark silky voice whispered her name impatiently. "Jennifer darling, what is your problem."
"I'm so bored Khandra, bored, bored, bored, and I'm hungry" she pouted prettily.
The newcomer was tall and slim her black hair was pulled back from her face and plaited down her back. She was an exotic creature, with high cheekbones and huge almond shaped eyes. Those same eyes were the color of amber with golden specs that twinkled in the light. It was her turn to sigh, she knew her sister too well. She was looking for sympathy and until she got it she would make Khandra's life miserable.
"Jennifer darling, why don't you get off your petite little ass and go find something to eat, I'm sure you can find a likely meal in this miserable place. Something delectable that will tickle your fancy little sister?"
Though not of blood they were sisters of circumstances, sisters in arms, sisters in destruction and they were very good at destruction. They were Siren's – created to guard Persephone – but they'd failed in their task. Persephone had been abducted by Hades, God of Tartarus. For their failure they had been banished to Tartarus to serve out eternity.
"Ugh, have you seen what's out there," she grumbled. "I wouldn't touch that rabble even if I was dying."
"You can't die little sister, you're immortal," she told her companion.
"Don't remind me," Jennifer grumbled.
Chomping her teeth in anger, the petite blonde stared into the mirror studying her reflection.
She craved men's souls as a starving animal craved sustenance.
Though outwardly calm in demeanor anger burned in their hearts. They felt they had been condemned unjustly. Living in Tartarus was pure torture. It was rare that an untouched soul strayed into their path. The inhabitants of hell usually warned the new arrivals. Thankfully some failed to heed the warning; those misbegotten creatures were soon caught in the web of the Siren's Song, enthralled forever with no hope of fulfillment, but Tartarus had been quiet of late.
'Too quiet,' she mussed thoughtfully.
A hundred brushstrokes later she felt a jolt of hunger slice through her. Raising her head into the air she sniffed the breeze. A tinkling laughter filled her voice as she called her sister. "Khandra, come quickly."
Drifting into the room Khandra's eyes sparkled with excitement, "I feel it little sister, time to play," she laughed.
Lilting and lyrical their beautiful voices drifted on the wind calling out to an unsuspecting soul.
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Sam was tired; his aching body was reluctant to move. He didn't know how long he'd been walking but he was past exhaustion. Each attack had drained him. Several of his wounds were still oozing blood, the loss tearing at his strength even more.
He hoped Dean was still with him, with all the trials and tribulations he wondered if he had stayed true. Not once to his knowledge had he ever looked back. He prayed he was right
Every once in a while he felt a gentle brush across his shoulder, he had to hope it was Dean letting him know that he was still there. Several times Sam had called his brother's name, but Dean had never answered in words only the soft brush of light breeze had greeted each call. He had nearly given up hope, but a Winchester never gave up – not ever. A line from a silly movie he'd seen eons ago flashed into his mind bringing a slight smile to his lips, "Never give up, never surrender." Well he couldn't give up and he would never – ever surrender of his own free will.
He would make it out and Dean would be waiting for him. That thought kept him on his feet. His throat was dry, his body heavy with fatigue, but still he marched on. The indomitable spirit that lived inside him flared brightly, another step another inch closer to success.
The blade in his hand had been silent for several hours. The sword had fought well, which had surprised him. Fingering the ebony blade he felt several nicks in the smooth metal. He'd felt the blade's pain as it fought the dark monsters Tartarus had thrown in their path. Frankly it amazed him that the sword was willing to fight for him! Or was he just the means to an end?
His head came up, his brows furrowed in confusion as he listened to the beautiful compelling song that was carried on the wind. It comforted him, easing his pain and aching heart. The voice seemed familiar somehow. The music called to him enticing him from his path. Of their own accord his feet wandered to the left. Hissing in fear he leaped back to the center of the path.
Hardening his heart he shoved the blade through a belt loop and stuffed his fingers in his ears blocking out most of the sound.
Eyes downcast he stared at the path in front of him. He stopped abruptly nearly careening into something blocking his path. His head came up to stare in shock at the figure standing in front of him.
A trembling hand reached for him. There was no blame or censure in her eyes only love as she looked at him. "Sam," she whispered softly. "How are you?"
"Jessica," he whispered. Pain and shock were written clearly on his face at the sight of his lost love standing only a few feet away. "NO," he croaked. Her loss tore through him again, his failure to save her ate at him.
Blinking back the tears he drank in the sigh of her, wishing it could have been different.
The song tearing at him intensified with each breath he took. He was tired, so very tired.
"I miss you so much," she cried softly.
"I miss you too," he whispered brokenly.
Lost in the dream the young hunter's tired mind wanted to believe his cherished love stood in front of him. He wanted to reach out, wrap his arms around her, draw her close and loose himself in the comfort of her warm embrace. He sighed and stepped leaning down to taste the sweetness of her lips. The urge to heed the Siren's song was playing in his head, desire was overriding his caution.
The dark blade at his hip grumbled. The Siren's song was a jarring hum along the ebony blade. He could feel the human's emotions running rampant. The sword hissed angrily before sending a fierce shock through the young hunter's body.
The sizzling energy broke the Siren's spell. Sam screeched in shock and stumbled backward.
The beloved face wavered. "What the hell," he muttered beneath his breath. The thought of what he'd almost done washed over him. He'd heard of them, knew how deadly their song could be. The thought of what he'd almost allowed to happen washed over him.
His hand flew to the sword at his hip. His mind whispered a heartfelt, "Thanks."
The soft lilting song spun away replaced by a screeching sound that shook the ground beneath their feet.
Blue eyes snapped angrily. Fury swept through Jennifer at the thought of loosing his soul, the first real food she'd had in a thousand years. Demon souls were one thing. A living soul would quench her hunger for a very long time.
Sam doubled over and stumbled backward.
"I will have you," she screamed ominously. Floating into the air she circled right maneuvering in behind him.
Sam hissed but didn't turn. He didn't dare look back.
The sword in his hand came up, "Behind you," it whispered urgently.
Gripping the sword with two hands he swung the blade in a spinning arc over his head. The black blade cut through the air and sliced deep across the Siren's left cheek. The razor sharp edge laid the wound open to the bone. Reddish black ichor streamed down the Siren's cheek. A cry of pain split the darkness.
The Siren had never known pain. Furious at the attack the Siren ducked low and leaped forward. Arms outstretched her hands balled into fists she slammed into Sam's back sending him tumbling forward up the path.
A whoosh of air exploded from his lungs and he came close to dropping the sword. The hunter knew if he did, he was dead.
Ducking down he controlled his fall as best he could and rolled forward - always forward.
The sword hissed in his mind, "She's coming," it groused. "Five feet, four feet," the sword counted down.
Sam hissed and tightened his grip. Closing his eyes he came out of the roll and leaped into the air spinning full circle the blade jerked in his hand as the sword took control and aimed for full effect.
The sword had been a captive in hell for hundreds of years. It knew the lore, knew just how to strike the Siren. It didn't hesitate.
A gurgling screech greeted Sam's attack when the blade sliced through the Siren's neck severing her head from her body.
The young hunter prayed that he'd come full circle when he landed and cautiously opened his eyes. He let out a long sigh when he recognized a prominent rock formation he'd sighted on before beginning his spin.
"Where is she," he questioned the sword.
"Dead," the sword whispered in satisfaction.
Sam heard a heavy thunk. Gasping he felt something brush is right ankle and looked down as the Siren's head rolled past him. He stared in shock and stepped back only to bump against the creature's body.
"I think we need to unass the AO," the sword hissed. The blade had drunk deeply of the Siren's essence. It could feel the creatures' powerful energy flowing through it. It also felt something else, more powerful, more sinister than the little girl it had just beheaded.
Sam could almost feel the satisfaction humming through the sword. That feeling was quickly replaced by a throbbing need to run, and Sam did.
Sprinting forward he rushed up the path.
In his mind he heard the swords joy singing in his mind. "I see it," it whispered reverently."
'Singing,' Sam hissed, thesword was suddenly singing every word it spoke.
"See what," Sam snapped.
"Light," the sword sighed.
Sam's head snapped forward searching for the source of the swords excitement. Sam nearly cried when he saw the brilliant speck of light in the distance. "Almost home Dean," he crowed happily.
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She laughed softly at the game her sister played with the human. Khandra had feasted recently and allowed her younger sister the opportunity to drink of the human's soul. From the small pool at her side she watched, enjoying the beguiling game her sister played.
The sudden turn of events, the shock at her sisters' death tore through her. Khandra screamed her agony into the darkness. The world around her trembled with fear at the rage tearing through the Siren. Leaping into the sky she exploded into action and flew through hell's dark depths vengeance in her heart. The human would die a slow torturous death. She would rend him apart and eat his flesh. She would raise his head on a pike for all to see.
Pain tore through her black heart, Jennifer was dead. The impossible had happened. Khandra would never again hear the lilting laughter or see the mischief in her sister's eyes. For thousands of years the secret had been guarded. Did this human know the secret of how to kill them or had it been just a lucky strike? Khandra didn't care, he was going to die.
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Sword held firmly in his hands Sam rushed forward. The light, the gateway out of hell was close. Dean would be free.
Slowly – ever so slowly the tiny pinhole of light grew larger.
The sword in his hand hummed a happy tune.
From high above the path Khandra spotted the human. The beautiful face was contorted with rage. Her body grew to twice its size. Black skin became mottled and splotched with anger.
She dropped to ground like a ten ton stone. The ground cracked and shook from the blow sending an explosion of rock and debris into the air.
Sam came to a skidding halt a few feet from the monstrous creature blocking his path. The air was gray and foggy, but he could see it, feel it – almost touch it.
Fire roared through Khandra's veins. A piercing scream was torn from her throat. The powerful blast shoved him backward.
Lifted off his feet Sam hissed a strangled breath as he was thrown down the rocky path. Screwing his eyes shut he slammed into the ground and tumbled backward.
Shocked by the impact the breath was torn from his lungs.
Rolling to his feet he raised the sword. His voice was near hysteria as he screamed a question at the sword, "Which direction is the light."
"To your left," the sword answered quickly. "Turn to you left."
Sam spun to his left asking, "Am I facing the light now?"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" the sword snapped.
"I can't see," Sam hissed.
"Well open your damn eyes," the sword shouted back.
"I can't," Sam cried. "I'll loose everything, we'll loose everything."
"Its coming," the sword ground out.
"Where, where," Sam snapped.
"Directly in front of you, it's blocking the light," the sword warned. "Its almost here," the sword shouted fearfully.
Daring to open his eyes, he peered at the creature in horror. The beautiful exotic creature was gone, this was a monster from the depths of hell and it was coming for him. Long black claws were extended clacking in anticipation of the kill. Blue-black lips were pulled back to reveal several rows of razor sharp teeth. Blood red eyes sparked furiously as it sighted on its target.
Sam knew there was no retreat. There was death in the creature's eyes and he had nowhere to run. The young hunter felt the fear rolling through his stomach, but he couldn't let this thing defeat him. The light was only a few hundred feet away, salvation so close – yet now so very far away.
Racing toward him Khandra could feel the hazy touch of insanity seeping into her mind. Hatred for this creature consumed her. Piece by tiny piece she would tear it apart and consume its flesh.
Recklessly she charged in claws extended, intending to gut the human before devouring its entrails.
Sam watched and waited until the last possible second. Dropping low he swung the blade in an arch aiming for the creature's chest.
Khandra screamed in agony as the black blade sliced across her chest digging a deep path through the leathery skin leaving a trail of ichor streaming down her stomach.
The dark creature stumbled backward and screamed her fury. The blast of sound sent the young hunter spinning down the trail.
Sam hissed and closed his eyes. The rocky trail tripped him up sending him to his knees.
"Get up, get up, get up," the sword shouted.
"Which way is the light," Sam pleaded for the second time.
"Neither one of us is going into the light if you don't open your eyes and fight," the sword screamed.
"I can't," Sam warned him reluctant to give the sword anymore information.
"You are going to die," the sword stated vehemently.
Sam was helpless; he hated the thought of letting the sword take control, but what choice did he have. He had pushed it out before, he could do.
Let me in, the sword screamed at him, "I can beat this creature."
Praying he was doing the right thing Sam let down his guard allowing the sword to take control. A hot flash of pain spiked through his skull as the powerful energy within the sword rushed in and took control.
Sam could feel the sword's power flowing into his body. The sensation was heady and exhilarating. In the blink of an eye the sword came up.
Khandra screamed and hopped backward a healthy respect for the human and his sword dawned in her eyes, but it didn't change the fact that she would see him dead. She was a demi-god; no puny human would best her. She'd rushed in letting the hatred cloud her mind. She had taken his measure now, she would win this battle.
An evil smile twisted her thick lips. Snapping her hand upward she sent a barrage of rocks arrowing toward her enemy.
The sword sang with laughter as it moved with frenzied action to destroy every rock that hurtled toward it. With effortless ease it battered through the hail of stone. Sam's body danced and dipped across the rocky ground with the ease of an Olympic gymnast. With fluid grace he moved to the attack.
The sword painted a picture of the battle in Sam's mind. Dipping and twisting as it fought to destroy the Siren
The Siren shrieked her anger as each swipe of the blade destroyed her attack. Growling she leaped forward swiping at the blade trying to tear if from the human's grasp.
The blade's laughter wafted through Sam's mind. The joy of battle sang through his veins, but it seemed somehow different - more powerful.
The battle raged on, neither giving ground. Sam's body was nearing exhaustion, blood flowed from multiple wounds. The sword felt his distress and knew it had to act quickly or neither of them would feel the warm soft caress of the sunlight.
With a final jolt of power the blade sent Sam sliding across the ground beneath the Siren's legs. He came up fast and hard. Twisting he spun left and rammed the point of the sword through Khandra's back straight through her heart.
The Siren screamed in agony but didn't die. Frantically Khandra grabbed for the blade spearing her trembling body. Gasping for air the touch of her hands on the blade sent a spark of recognition through her. "Jennifer," she breathed softly.
Lilting laughter flowed through the blade. "Yes sister, did you think I was gone forever? "I'm here, I am inside the sword," she whispered proudly.
Khandra nearly cried with relief.
The Sword / Jennifer entity laughed deliciously.
Khandra had always been the more powerful Siren, but with the Sword now in her possession Jennifer was her equal.
Sam could feel the war being waged between the three combatants. The sword was reluctant to give up control, but Jennifer was strong. It could feel her furious energy as she tried to overpower it. But the Sword had made a promise. It would do everything in its power to fulfill that promise or face destruction.
The blade took on a life of its own sending what little energy remained to it through the hilt directing Sam to pull with everything he had.
The young hunter heeded the command, but the blade would not be drawn from the Siren's body. He could hear her grunting in pain but she would not relax her grip. Khandra and Jennifer fought for control. Jennifer wanted her body. Khandra was loath to give it up. The sword was the catalyst that held them all together.
"Sam," the sword panted through the tentative link it now held with the young hunter. "She won't let me go," the sword huffed frantically.
The blade was truthful as far as it went. He could not break free of the Siren's hold, but the power flowing through him was enticing.
"Go Sam, you have to go now while I still have a little bit of control. If she beats me, she will kill you," it warned the young hunter.
The blade spoke the truth; Sam could feel the Siren's furious energy pulsing through the sword. She hated him with every fiber of her being.
"I can't," Sam cried softly, "I made a deal, I won't leave you."
"You have too," the sword shouted. "I release you from the deal Sam, now go!"
Still Sam hesitated, unwilling to break his promise.
"Sam, do you want to die," the sword screamed again. "I release you, now say it, say it and get the hell out of here."
Sam drew in a deep breath and slowly whispered the words that would give him and the sword their freedom. "I release you from the deal."
At those words the sword sent a shock of electricity through the hilt straight into Sam.
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Will Sam survive - will he go into the light!! All your questions will be answered soon. Wery Wery Soon! LOL Huggers