Author's Note: Sorry for the delay guys. To be honest you have all right to yell at me because this chapter has been finished for awhile now. I just kept forgetting to upload it. I LOVE YOU GUYS THOUGH! =) And as for my other story, it's coming guys but this chapter I'm working on is becoming a little hell-ish... anywhoooo, review this chapter guys!
"Hey Gordon, it's me again. Where the hell are you? I hope you didn't decide to go off by yourself. Look, I'm heading your way now. Just don't do anything until I get there, and look out for a brunette with hazel eyes in a red dress. She's with us." Sam sighed as he downed his third beer and shoved his phone in his pocket. Sam, not wanting to waste time or put anybody else in unnecessary danger decided against taking a cab and hotwired an orange mustang with black stripes. He had to admit to himself that he was quite fond of the car. He whipped out his phone once again and dialed Brooke. He smiled as he listened to her cheery voice on her voice mail, reminding him of the first day he met her. She was so charming and she didn't even have to try. It came naturally to her. "Hey, I'm on my way to the party now, but I'm not with Gordon. If you see him, watch out for him. He's black man with his hair shaved low. He has a little facial hair and he's around 30 years old. I'll see you soon."
When Brooke woke up, she was numb to feeling. Her mind was elsewhere as she slowly fluttered her eyelids open. When she opened her eyes completely, the first thing she saw was the hunter that she had saved the night before. He was sharpening two machetes against each other with his back to her. Brooke quickly realized that she was bound by her hands, chained up together over her head. The dagger still resided in her chest, draining her power. Her feet dangled from two feet above the ground. As she became more aware of her predicament, the natural reaction of panic began to settle in. She tried to break free which made the chains rattle. Gordon turned and faced her with a smile.
"Good. You're awake." He said. She was still a bit fuzzy on the details with a killer migraine.
"What happened?" she mumbled more to herself than to him. She didn't understand how she even got captured.
"UV light bulbs." He said as he picked up a flashlight and shined it on his face. He then pointed it in Brooke's face and smiled triumphantly as he watched her fail at trying not to scream. "Hurts, doesn't it? See, if you were human, it wouldn't faze you… but you're not human, are you?" he said as he dropped the light from her face. She gasped for air, trying to recollect herself. She glared at him through bloodshot eyes. "Did saving his life mean nothing to him?" she thought to herself. "They don't sell those bulbs anymore. It's a recent development that was used for vehicle headlights, but was banned because the light was so bright, it blinded on coming drivers causing major collisions. Me, I found a better use for them."
"Dude, let me go. I saved your life last night." Gordon raised a brow at her.
"Is that what you call it? I know who you are. The only thing that still puzzles me is Sam. I don't know whether he knows what you are or not but what I do know is that he must be a bad hunter."
"Sam is a great hunter and a great person! You are the one who shoots first and asks questions later!" Brooke barked back. "If you would take a second to think, you'd figure out that I'm not a bad person!"
"You're not a person period!" Gordon shouted back as he grabbed the dagger and drew it out of her chest, making her gasp for air.
"Please." She pleaded. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have. I don't hurt people." Gordon stared at her and Brooke hoped that he was taking her seriously, although her hopes and dreams were quickly tarnished as his smile turned into a look of pure hatred.
"Oh no? Did you forget about the 1931 massacre of Kentucky? Or the 1944 blood drive of Tokyo. What about Brazil Brooke? All the women and children you killed and don't forget about when you were on demon blood. Oh yes, I did my research. You think fake identities can hide you?"
"Okay. I made a mistake. You try ignoring the calling of what you are. It's difficult, but I managed." She tried again.
"All you managed to do, was cover your tracks… until now." Gordon said as he walked up to Brooke and placed the dagger back and twisted the dagger that rested in Brooke's heart.
When Sam got to the party, he looked everywhere for both Gordon and Brooke. "What the hell is going on?" he thought to himself. He tried Brooke's cell once more and became worried when he once again received no answer.
"Dammit Brooke. Where are you?" Sam muttered to himself as he raced back to the motel. Sam figured that Gordon may have gone off by himself. Hunters usually like to stick to themselves after all. His main concern was only on Brooke now. "Brooke?" he called as he opened the motel door. With the sight of blood stained into the carpet, Sam's mind began to work on turbo speed. Brooke's clutch was on the floor next to the stain and her cell phone was on the counter. "Oh God, please don't let it have been Peyton." He thought as he raced out of his room. Sam quickly found the clerk in the lobby. "Hi. Remember me?"
"Yes. How is your stay so far? Is everything okay with your room?"
"Yeah. Um, have you seen the girl I was with?"
"You mean your not girlfriend?" the man joked. Sam forced a smile with a nod.
"Yeah. Her."
"Yeah, I saw her twice. She left dressed to go out and then came back shortly after. Then her friend came and picked her up. It looked like she had too much to drink because he had to carry her." Sam became even more worried. His first thought was that Alistair came for him and took Brooke instead.
"What did he look like?"
"Um, just a regular guy. Average height , short hair, black, goatee-"
"Wait what?" Sam felt like kicking himself. "Gordon said he killed two vamps and saw a third. Brooke said she killed two vamps and saved a hunter! Fuck! Why am I so slow?" Sam didn't even take a minute to end the conversation before hauling himself through the exit. He whipped out his phone and typed Haley's number, debating on whether to call. She's in another state so she wont be much help, but then again, he'd want to know if something happened to Dean. He decided to give her the same courtesy.
"Hey Sam. How's it going? Dean and I wrapped things up over here. We found Peyton!" Haley answered in a great mood. Sam sighed, knowing that her mood wouldn't last.
"Haley, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what Sam?" she said giving Dean a confused smile since he was listening to her end of the conversation.
"I lost Brooke."
"What?" Haley hissed. Dean became concerned.
"Is everything okay over there?" he asked. Haley shushed him by waving her hand in his face.
"What do you mean you lost her?"
"Don't worry okay. I'm going to get her back, but this guy named Gordon, he's a hunter-"
"Gordon?" Haley squeaked, cutting him off.
"Haley, what's going on?" Dean asked.
"You know him?" Sam asked confused.
"I've heard of him. He's a vampire hunter driven on vengeance ever since some vamps turned his sister years ago. You let my sister get taken by GORDON?"
"Haley, I'm sorry. Don't worry, I will find her."
"Huh, you think I'm letting you do this on your own? Dean," she spoke away from the phone. "Finish packing up. We're going to Minneapolis." The phone went dead, leaving Sam to panic even more. This was the first time Sam would have to turn on a hunter, but he was willing. Brooke is something different. Something special and he wasn't about to let Gordon ruin it. Sam went to work, quickly tracking Gordon by his license plate. Gordon was in an abandoned warehouse in the city about ten minutes away.
"So tell me. You know who I am. Be a gentleman and introduce yourself." Brooke said with a glare in her eyes.
"I'm a hunter."
"No shit Sherlock. I meant your name."
"You're a vampire, so that's all you need to know. But what the hell? You're going to die anyway. Gordon. Gordon Walker." With that, all Brooke's hopes of reasoning died. She's been warned about him. He's like a scary story you tell around a camp fire for vampires.
"Gordon. Great." She muttered to herself.
"Now that the pleasantries have past…" he trailed off as he walked over to her with both of his machetes in hand. As he raised his hands, ready to strike, he was momentarily distracted by a car crashing in through the large window. Gordon crashed to the ground to avoid being hit.
"Sam!" Brooke called in relief as he rushed out of his car. He ran over to her and placed himself in the middle of certain death.
"Gordon, don't." Sam ordered. Gordon shook his head in disgust.
"So, you do know? Well, I must say, you've found yourself hanging with the wrong crowd Sam. So… you first?" Sam shot a round of rock salt clear into Gordon's chest, sending him flying back off his feet.
"We don't want to hurt you Gordon. You have to believe me, she is good. She doesn't kill humans. Just, let us go." Sam pleaded, trying to avoid a fight. Gordon pushed his way up on his feet.
"Okay. You first. Then the vamp." Gordon threw down his blades and charged at Sam, tackling him to the ground. Brooke once again tried to use her weight to pop the chains. The two men rolled for the upper hand until Gordon flipped Sam off. Gordon, taking the upper hand, kicked Sam in the gut multiple times not allowing him to get up. Finally, he grabbed Sam by the hair and slammed his head into the concrete. "Stay down Winchester. You come after me again, and I'm killing you too." Gordon warned. He turned and rose with his knife, walking slowly to Brooke. She thrashed at her chains, wishing that the dagger was out of her chest. Sam fought to stay conscious as he watched Gordon approach Brooke.
"No!" he shouted as he gave one last attempt. He hurled himself into Gordon, only to feel an unbelievable amount of pain as Gordon turned around and drove the sword into Sam's stomach.
"SAM!" Brooke screamed in horror. Gordon pulled the knife out and let Sam fall to the ground. Gordon then turned to face Brooke again. Brooke growled with anger, and she could feel the dagger losing its effect on her. "I'm going to kill you!" she shouted. Gordon smiled a smile of evil.
"Now, it's nice to finally meet the real Brooke Davis." He raised the knife for his second attempt at her life only to be stopped short again.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Brooke, becoming numb to feelings, had no reaction to her savior. The curly blondes bouncing around the face of the one person she hates more than Gordon.
"And who the hell are you?"
"Peyton. The name's Peyton. We've met once before Gordon. About 15 years back. Come on. Don't tell me you've forgotten already. Don't tell me you've forgotten which vampire took your pretty little sister all those years back." She said with an evil smile. Gordon turned his attentions to Peyton in disbelief. "Yup. I'm unforgettable." With that Gordon ran up to Peyton with both knives aimed at her neck. Not only did she maneuver out of the way, but she also took him by his shirt and flung him threw the wooden doors. Moving in quick superhuman speed, Peyton removed the dagger from Brooke's chest, sliced her own wrist and placed it Sam's wound. With one final roar, Brooke burst through her chains. Peyton was actaully shocked when Brooke tackled her and clawed at her throat.
"No! You will NOT ruin his life like you did mine!" Brooke commanded. Peyton, becoming annoyed, reversed Brooke's attack and pinned her by her throat.
"Don't worry Brooke. I'm not turning your precious boyfriend. I'm saving him." Peyton released Brooke's neck and took a vial out of her pocket. With Brooke watching cautiously, Peyton opened the vial and poured it onto Sam's mouth. Brooke watched Sam carefully, not allowing Peyton to leave her peripheral for a second. Sam's eyes slowly began to flutter and then he coughed. Brooke was by his side in a split second.
"Sam?" He gasped for air.
"What happened?" he asked. Brooke placed her hand on his wound to find that it wasn't there.
"It's a reversal. Vampire blood heals your body, but if it's left untainted, you will turn." Peyton explained. Brooke only looked up for a second, not really paying attention to Peyton anymore.
"A reversal." Brooke whispered, trying to make sense of words. As Sam laid there in her arms breathing, and feeling again, Brooke began to understand. "A reversal? A reversal… for the blood?" Peyton only stared at the scene in front of her and nodded. "So then there's a cure."
"You don't understand."
"What's not to understand?" Brooke exclaimed. "It reverses the effects of vampire blood on humans, so it's a cure."
"Vampire blood is like a virus. That's why we need human blood. To keep the vampire blood at bay."
"And the thing you gave Sam kills the virus."
"Yes." Peyton began to rise from her kneeling point.
"So, what is it? Where do I get it?"
"You don't." Peyton said with a stern voice. Her eyes grew cold like her usual self. Brooke couldn't believe. She never thought this woman could ever possibly hurt her again, but here she is, being the hateful hag that she's always been. "How dare she dangle hope in front of me like that?" Brooke thought to herself.
"Why are you even here? I should kill you right now."
"Brooke, you had a knife in your chest for hours. You don't have that kind of strength. Besides, you're important to me. You know that. No one is allowed to kill you… expect me." Peyton whispered with a smile.
"Then why save him!" Brooke wanted to get to the bottom of this.
"Orders are orders B. Davis." Sam watched as rage and sadness filled Brooke's eyes. He wasn't stupid. He knew she was heartbroken. Even he felt defeated. To hear that there is a cure for her illness… well, it's like a dream come true. Sam cupped Brooke's cheek, ignoring Peyton glaring down at them. As he stared into her eyes, he made a silent vow to find the cure for her. Sam pulled her face down to hers gently and gave her a kiss. Brooke was shocked, but with this victory came heartbreak. Even if he could love her, what could she give him? Not a life? Not a family? She allowed herself to bask in the comfort of his lips as a tear trailed down her cheek filled with reality. Hearing movement, Brooke broke the kiss. As she looked up, she wasn't surprised to see that Peyton had vanished, but she was surprised to see a barely crawling Gordon, reaching for the shotgun. Helping Sam up on his feet, she walked over to Gordon and raised her foot, holding it above his head for a second before stepping down on the gun. She then flicked her foot and sent the gun sliding across the ground. She knelt down next to the hunter.
"You're really hurt." Sam handed her rope and she quickly tired Gordon down to a chair. She called 911, claimed that she had secured a wanted felon but he was badly injured and is in need of medical attention. "I'm not a monster." She said to him as she and Sam walked hand in hand out of the warehouse. The drive back to the motel room was quiet with both having too many thoughts on the brain. Sam parked the car and was about to step out when Brooke stopped him. "Sam?"
"Yeah."
"I'm so sorry. I almost got you killed. Actually, I think I did get you killed for a moment. I just, I didn't know what to do." Tears pooled over her lashes as she couldn't hold it together anymore. "I thought I lost you and I- I almost made a terrible mistake. There was a part of me that… I wanted to turn you. It wasn't until Peyton showed up that I realized how much you'd hate me. I'm so sorry Sam. I-" Brooke was cut off by Sam's lips, forcing her to stop speaking.
"I love you too." Sam whispered as he broke the kiss. "Come on. Let's go inside." Brooke sat there, flabbergasted. She thought she was alone. She thought that Sam could never return those feelings for her, not only because of what she is, but because it was just so soon. But seeing him lying there lifeless on the ground, there was no doubt about it. She was completely irrevocably in love with Sam Winchester.
Walking into the motel with Sam's arm slung around her shoulder, Brooke couldn't be happier. They had just stopped in front of their room door for a kiss, when it flung open.
"Brooke!" Haley exclaimed as she tackled her friend with a bear hug.
"I'm fine Haley." Brooke said with a smile.
"I told you I'd find her." Sam smiled until Haley punched him in the gut.
"Gordon? That's it. No more splitting up!" Sam grunted from the pain but forced a smile.
"Haley, stop beating up on my boyfriend!"
"Boyfriend? Must have been some night, huh?" Dean said as he ruffled Sam's hair. Sam glared at him, always hating when his brother did that.
"Oh yeah, chains, and rope. We had a blast." Brooke joked with a wink to Sam. "And you'll never guess who made a surprise visit." Brooke said to Haley.
"Rihanna!" Dean barked out obviously before thinking. Everyone stopped shortly to look at him. He shrugged. "What? The girl likes to be tied up." Brooke rolled her eyes.
"Ignoring that. Peyton saved us."
"Wait. What?" Dean asked.
"Peyton?" Haley asked confused. Brooke nodded.
"But she's supposed to be in Florida." Dean objected.
"Sorry bro. We saw her." Sam answered. The two were stunned.
"And you said she saved you guys?" Haley asked.
"Yeah, of course I think that's only because she wants us for herself, but get this. There's a cure."
"A cure for what?"
"Us. Vampires. Haley-Bob, there's a cure!" Brooke said with a bright smile. Haley became speechless. No. Scratch that. She became breathless. "Haley?"
"Hales?" Dean inquired.
"There's a…" she trailed off not being able to wrap her mind around it. Brooke bounced with glee and nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, I mean, she didn't tell me what it is because she likes to torment us, but sis, soon this could all be over!"
"How do you know there's a cure?" Dean asked. Sam cringed.
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask." He said with a coy smile. "Apparently, Gordon… kind of… killed me. Peyton saved me by giving me her blood."
"WHAT!" Dean boomed. His voice was so loud, Haley thought the entire room shook. "She turned you?"
"No, no, no. Dean, would you let me finish? She didn't turn me. She saved me. She gave me the cure after. It was the only way to bring me back to life."
"I can't believe this." Dean fumed.
"Me either." Haley agreed quietly.
"Dean, don't get upset at Sam. It's my fault. I got caught and he was just trying to save me. Peyton knew that she could save him. She said she was ordered to do it. She said our blood is a virus and without human blood, our bodies couldn't last. This cure kills the virus."
"But if the cure is meant to kill vampire blood and we are vampires, wouldn't it in fact kill us rather than save us?" Haley asked. Brooke shook her head.
"No, not if we have human blood in us too. It balances out the vampire blood."
"We drink small amounts of human blood. How do you know we have enough in our system? What are you basing your information on Brooke? Peyton?" Brooke narrowed her brows at her best friend. She couldn't understand why she wasn't excited about this.
"Haley, why are you fighting this? A cure is great, no, excellent news!" Brooke said with an encouraging smile. Haley stared at Brooke before sighing and leaving the motel room.
"What just happened? I thought she'd be happy." Sam thought out loud.
"Actually, I think I know." Dean said surprising the new couple.
"How would you know?" Brooke said, not realizing that she said her thought aloud. Dean raised a brow at her.
"Because she told me." With that Dean ran after Haley, leaving both Sam and Brooke bewildered.
"I guess it really must have been some night." Brooke mumbled to herself as she stared at the closed door wondering what Dean would know that she doesn't.