Sorry the chapter's short but I think I did good on it. I had fun writing it.
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Eliza was high on anticipation. She pushed herself out of the car and looked around before advancing forward. She had to pull her hood over her face to hide her skin from getting scorched by the sun. Even then it didn't completely help because her skin still tingled with sunburn.
Her silhouette slipped into the shadows behind the building. She didn't exactly want to go in from the front. Entering through another room sounded like a good idea for her. She glanced up and saw a slightly open window. She climbed up to the tree that lead towards it and peeked in. No one was home. She grinned and grabbed a hold of the window and forcibly yanked it up.
Some humans are so stupid. Did they want some criminal to come in and steal their stuff? Eliza shouldn't reproach through because their stupidity worked for her favor.
She straitened her jacket and looked at the room in disgust. This is a pigsty. How can someone live in this? The place was littered with trash and empty cans of soda. The bed was unmade and clothes were strewn everywhere. It was an absolute mess.
Eliza quickly made her way out without giving the room a second glance. A male passed her and he gave her an unbelieving look. His jaw was wide open as he passed her and the room. Eliza just ignored him and started up towards where Sam and Dean were.
Her walk went uninterrupted. She strained her ears to pick out a sound and despite the sounds of other people in the motel, she managed to tune them all out and only focus on Sam's voice. She couldn't completely ignore Dean's so she listened to him as well.
The closer she got, the more she started feeling like perhaps she was making a mistake. She wanted Sam so bad but he looked happy. What if he hated her? What would she do? Sam was her all. She knew for a fact that the Winchesters had told him everything. She also knew that Sam believed them.
Immediately, Eliza slammed a wall on her mind. She couldn't go there. The more she thought about this, the darker her mind became. She was already very close to getting consumed by it. The slightest little thing could send her over the edge.
Pull yourself together Eliza.
She made it to the floor where Sam and Dean were and purposely made her way towards their room. She only paused for a millisecond before she made up her mind. She threw the door open.
Surprisingly, the sound wasn't very loud but it did catch both Sam and Dean by surprise.
She couldn't help but feel slightly hurt when the panicked look of Sam landed on her face. "Eliza!" he exclaimed.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Dean cursed as he grabbed his gun that was next to him but she was too fast and knocked him done. Despite her slight encounter with the sun, her abilities weren't that much weakened.
Dean rolled over and tried to stand on his feet but Eliza brutally kept at him. She gave him a kick to the chest. She could hear the slight break. A crack, she thought before kicking him again on the head, not too hard. She wasn't a murderer.
"No! Stop hurting him!" Eliza heard Sam yell from behind her and then she felt the warm body of Sam as he collided with her.
Surprised, she turned and accidentally pushed Sam, hard, back on the bed. He looked up at her, hurt clearly plastered all over his face.
"Oh Sam I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." She reached out to calm him and make sure she hadn't damage him put he just jumped out of the way and stood over to the side of the bed.
He looked at her before his eyes wandered towards a bleeding Dean. "Why? Why are you doing this? Dean didn't do anything to you," Sam whispered.
Eliza tried to step towards him but he just moved back. She stopped and looked sadly at him. She didn't want to do anything Sam didn't want to. "Sam…I just-I just want you back with me. I want you back home."
Sam shook his head and his eyes flashed angrily. "Eliza, things have changed." He kept eyeing Dean worriedly.
Eliza tried to ease his worry. "Don't worry Sam, he's okay. I only knocked him unconscious." It was true because she could clearly detect the steady rise and fall of Dean's chest and she could hear his gentle breathing. She could also hear the almost inaudible sound of Sam's sigh of relief.
Does the Dean boy really mean that much to Sam?
Sam again returned his full attention to Eliza and this time, his eyes seemed to soften just a little bit. "Eliza, I know everything."
Eliza stared stonily at Sam as he continued. "I started remembering."
Surprise washed over Eliza but she kept her expression stoic and unreadable. This little bit of news was most definitely not what she had expected. I mean, I knew he had started asking questions about his past but I thought it was all pure curiosity.
"Is that so," Eliza responded casually.
Sam nodded but kept a steady locked gaze at Eliza. "I remember almost everything and you want to know something?" He didn't wait for Eliza to answer. "You're not in any of my memories."
That hurt Eliza deeply. What about the memories of these last three years? Do they not count as part of your memories? She wanted to ask him but she held her tongue. All she did was give a face of dark indifference.
Sam continued. "I don't know exactly why you did what you did but I do understand that you were lonely." He smiled a special knowing smile at Eliza. "I'm probably the only one that knows about your past and the only one who has ever really gotten to know you." He started walking slowly towards Eliza. "I know you won't hurt me in anyway. I've known you for three years. You've taken care of me and in return, I've take care of you too. You're like my mother and best friend and I love you."
The word love made Eliza's heart flutter but she knew Sam didn't mean it in the same way she thought of it for him. Love to him, was a family love, a motherly love. Suddenly she felt desperate. Sam was only a couple of feet away from her and she gently grabbed his arm. She looked deep into his eyes.
"You're not coming with me. You want to stay with them," she breathed. She watched closely, waiting for Sam's response. He nodded slowly.
Something in her shattered completely. Reason lost her. "No, no, no, no," she kept repeating. She looked pleadingly at Sam. "I know I did wrong about lying to you but I can make it up to you." She nodded her head determinedly. "I can. I really can." She glanced over at a still unconscious Dean. "You want to be with him, am I right?"
Sam was afraid to say anything. He'd never seen Eliza like this before. It was scary and all he wanted to do was break free.
"Of course you do, you love him. He's your brother," she continued. She guided him closer to Dean. She pointed at the fallen Dean. "If you want him to be with you so badly, I can turn him too, then he could join the family, and we could all be happy. This way, you won't have to choose between Dean and me. It's perfect." She released him to gauge his expression.
Sam backed away shaking his head, his face an expression of shock and horror. "No Eliza. How could you even think that! What would make you think I would want Dean to live a life like that? He's a hunter and he hunts your kind. Doing that to him would kill him."
Eliza's face twisted in pain. "Sam," she whispered. "Don't leave me. I won't do anything you don't want but please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."
Sam was split in two. On one side, he was sure he wanted to stay with Dean and John and on the other hand, he couldn't forget about Eliza. He had grown to love her like his other family and didn't exactly hate her.
"You won't have to be alone. You could still…come and visit." Even when he said it Sam knew it would be impossible. It was ludicrous to think something like that could be achieved: a vampire swinging by to visit the son of two hunters. Yeah right.
Eliza's tense shoulders dropped and her swirling emotions seemed to just vanish. Her mind went numb as she stared at Sam. He had made his decision and Eliza couldn't do anything to sway him from it. Sure she could force him physically but she didn't want to. She would never, ever hurt Sam.
"So," she said hollowly. "That's what you want. To stay here with them?"
Sam nodded slowly, clinging to the hope that perhaps Eliza would agree to what he had proposed but it was false hope and he knew it, but he couldn't help it.
Eliza stepped towards Sam and stood at his equal, just slightly taller, as she gave Sam one last loving gaze. "You know, if you're sure, you won't ever see me again. That I can promise," she said seriously.
Sam felt like crying but he swallowed his tears and nodded one final time.
Eliza sighed. She wished desperately she could cry or scream. "Okay Sam," she huffed softly. She moved closer and gave Sam a hug. She inhaled his scent and committed it to memory. His scent would be the first and only thing on her mind from here forward.
"One last thing Sam," she murmured.
Sam was hugging her back, just as fiercely but he managed to look up at her.
She smiled shyly at him which was a first for Sam. Eliza had never been shy before.
"Before I leave forever, I'd like a final kiss," she said.
Sam felt no harm in that. "Sure Eliza."
He leaned in forward to kiss her on her check, like he'd done all the other times, but Eliza stopped him and shook her head. "No Sam. Not that kind of kiss. I mean a real kiss. A kiss on the lips."
Sam's eyes opened wide and he found himself blushing despite the situation. He'd never kissed someone like that before.
"Come on Sam, my final wish," she said.
Sam swallowed nervously before he closed his eyes and leaned in close. He felt their lips touch.
Eliza closed her eyes and sighed as Sam's warm lips made contact with her ice cold lips. She found herself opening her mouth and deepening it. She felt Sam stiffen in her arms in just about the same time her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of the Impala.
Her eyes darkened. This was it. Sam would stay with these men. They would take care of him. He didn't need her but she needed him. She couldn't live without him.
I'm sorry Sam, she thought as she pressed on his neck and caused him to pass out. She held him in her arms tenderly and hugged him tightly in her arms again. She sat herself on the bed and waited. It didn't take long to hear John walking across the hall towards the room.
She took a deep breath as she laid Sam on the bed and loomed over him. I'm sorry Sam but I swear you'll never know. She dipped her head over his throat and settled her fangs lightly over his jugular vein.
Hopefully this will be enough to make John think I'm draining Sam.
Sure enough, seconds later, John burst into the room and stared at the horrifying scene in front of him.
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