Oh you guys. I love you all. You're all so amazing. ;)

Wow two days in a row, huh? I didn't expect that. I'm in a super good mood today. Now I get to write. :O YESH!! AMA-ZING! Hee, Hee.

Defiantly Read this: Oh. Hey guys, yeah, you people out there. About the necklace. Did any of you pick up on that? Did you get it?? Tell me. I need to know. So that I can elaborate if needed. Besides that I'm curious to see who understood.

Warning: Do I need one?? Probably… It's a tad graphic....: O Stupid Issaic… I hate him.

Disclaimer: No. Supernatural's not mine. Okay? Just no. It's not. I'm serious you guys it's not. I know. It's shocking. Don't be too surprised now. You'll hurt yourself.

Chapter 11: Chase and Chances

In all of Nessa's life she never remembered feeling this comfortable. As brightness pierced through her eye lids, she pulled a pillow over her head. She rolled over, trying to remember the previous day's events. She kept her eyes closed as she thought. Nessa kept losing her terrain of thought to the comfort. She decide that maybe the best plan was to go back to sleep. She rolled on the stomach and pulled the pillow off of her head. She decided sleep was probably impossible now. She stretched, arching her back; she heard her joints pop from being still too long. Just as she was about to attempt to sleep again, she became painfully aware. There was a slight pain in the side of her neck. She reached up to touch it with the tips of her fingers. She felt warm liquid there. When she opened her eyes, and examined her fingers, she saw blood there. She closed her eyes again, in disbelief. She began to see flashes behind her eyes. Scenes from the night before.

The female vampire standing over her, just barely biting down ….. Her dad kicking the stupid thing away from her… and then hear him go "Get…" as he tried to help her and then having the air knocked out of his lungs as he was thrown to the ground… The vampire biting down into the flesh on his neck…. His struggling… Her pulling out her knife, knowing it wouldn't do any good… the vampire looking up at her with blood dripping from its face… The sick grin on its face as it jammed the machete into his side… It getting up and slowly walking away… All that blood…

She opened her eyes, holding back tears. She remembered how he had pointed out the little blood coming from her neck. She laughed through her tears. She looked around wiping away the tears that had escaped. "Little bastards," she thought.

She was on a bed, a rather large one. The walls around her were unfamiliar. She got out of the bed and examined them they seemed to be made out of some kind of stone. Rocks fitted together, to make a wall. She had gotten up to examine a slight gap. She had to get out of here. She hoped that her dad was okay. But she knew he was more than likely okay, the others were with him. She looked through the hole. Outside there was a wall of trees, it seemed as though she was in some kind of cabin. Great, even if she escaped now it wouldn't do her any good. Even so she walked over to the low window and wrenched it open.

"Going somewhere?" Asked a voice behind her. She stiffened. "I thought not." His cold voice said. Before she could turn to face him he had her pinned against the wall. "You're so beautiful…" He told her, as he ran his lips down her neck. She squirmed, trying to get away.

"Issaic, lemme go." She said, pushing against him, trying to get him off. There was no denying it, she was scared, but she inherited Dean's ability to block emotions that don't need to be seen.

"I don't think I will, thanks." He replied, moving to her jaw. She could tell he was waiting for her to scream. She wouldn't cave so easily.

"Stop! Just let go!" She elbowed him in the gut hard enough to shock him, making him let go. She sprinted into the next room, with him close behind.

He came up close behind her and grabbed her elbow. She was pulled back into his body, now, here's his mistake. He let go of her elbow to get a better hold on her, underestimating her. She quickly pulled out her knife and squeezed the handles together, to pop the latch. As she did this as she ducked, and rolled forward landing in a crouched position. She quickly stood up and ran into the other room. It was another bed room. "Damn! Where is the door?" She quickly ran back down the hall, gripping her knife tight so she didn't drop it.

"Vanessa," called his cold voice, cutting through the air, like a knife. She ran across the hall into the kitchen. When she got in the room she quickly jumped up on the counter. Trying to pry open the window, but it wouldn't budge. He stepped into the room, after she had jumped down. He had her pinned to the floor within seconds, but her arms were free. She opened her knife slowly. So he wouldn't notice. Before she could dig it into his throat, he jumped back. He ran at her again, knocking the knife from her hand, and pinning her to a wall. He bit down softly on the other side of her neck. He left tiny puncture marks in the flesh. He brought his lips back to her jaw line.

"No more struggling, okay?" he asked.

"Like I'd do anything for you!" She growled at him.

"Ooooh, be careful there, love. Don't want to end up like mommy, now, do we?" He whispered. She glared at him as she fought back the tears that were choking her, which were brought around at the mention of her mother. She knew now why Issaic killed her. Because she didn't want to be a stupid vamps wife, or whatever. And quite frankly, it pissed her off. She pulled back away from him. Only glaring, because the tears were still choking her.

"Did I strike a nerve?" He asked taunting her.

The tears began to well, almost breaking past her eyes. And damn, those tears were starting to annoy her. But other than turning her face away, she made no response. That is until he tried to kiss her. She let her head fall so that all he got was hair. The way she figured it, if she was trapped without hope of escape, she was going down swingin'. (A/N: Sound familiar?)

That's how he became angry. Every time he'd go to kiss her neck or face, she'd somehow twist her head, so he got hair. She'd twist her head to the point where it became painful. Bet she wasn't letting him have his way. Hell no. She could tell when he stopped trying. When he'd finally become annoyed enough to pull back, he growled at her. All she had on her face was a self-satisfied smirk, which plainly said, "Try again, I DARE you." And that's precisely what he did. He leaned forward, reaching to kiss the back of her neck. But she dodged by ducking and slipping out from where he pinned her. She made a mad dash for the door retrieving her knife from where it fell and clicked the hinge so it stayed open.

"Stay, the Hell, away from me, you freaky bastard!" He clicked his tongue at her. (A/N: Hee Hee…)

"Such language. Not at all right for such a pretty girl." He started advancing on her again.

Nessa stood her ground, feet planted firmly, with the knife held in front of her. He just laughed grabbed her wrist and twisted her wrist to get the knife out of her hand, but before he did she got one small nick on his neck. It was barely a scratch, and he took no notice of it. Instead of just clattering to the floor, which it still did, The knife slid into the hall. Beyond her reach. If only she could get to it…. She started to reach and pull away from him. He, however, had other plans for her and pulled her back. He had a vicious smile on his face.

"Ah, ah, ah…. Not this time, my love." He scolded. He brought her close smiling. She spit on his face. He was shocked, but this time he kept his hold on her. He wiped it off, crushing her to his side, so she couldn't escape.

"Now, that wasn't nice at all." He was angry. She assumed he was going to pin her again, so she struggled a little, Issaic only held her tighter.

Nessa was right only, this time instead of pushing her up against the wall, he lifted her up and threw her on to the counter, her head bounced off the cupboard. There was an audible crack, when her head collided with the old wood. Before she could react, He was already there, climbing onto the counter, right over her pinning her. He licked the blood, which was making its way slowly down her ear, up. Then He began to kiss her neck and face again. She struggled, trying to have enough force to roll them off the counter, anything to give her a chance. She put all of her weight into pushing, but she just wasn't strong enough. Futilely she pushed against him. The tears prickled in her eyes again, this time she didn't stop them. She knew she was going to die.

"Why the tears, love? What happened to your fighting streak?" Nessa just closed her eyes, and let the tears fall. But she didn't sob. That would just be crossing the line. No, she just silently let the tears fall.

"Wonderful. Just beautiful, I love the way your eyes look when you give up. It's completely different…." He leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "….from your mother." Her eyes widened. Issaic pulled back to gauge her reaction. By the time he pulled back far enough to see her face, she was glaring at him. She didn't say a word as she struggled trying to get free. He laughed, and then continued.

"No… you look totally different. Different face, different eyes, you both wear your emotions differently. You must look like your dad…" He brought his face down to hers resting his forehead on hers "…You're so much more beautiful than she ever was. Even in death. But I will admit, she was gorgeous, dead" He kissed the corner of her mouth. She heard a far-off 'click' and then a creek in the floor boards. And she could have sworn she heard muted whispering. Issaic seemed to not hear it. He just continued on, seeming distracted. He brought his lips back to her ear, and once again whispered to her.

"And I'm sure you'll beat her at that too…" he lifted his head a little bit. He was about to kiss her full-on when a knocking sound was heard. I Issaic looked up. Nessa turned her head to look. Hs she did she felt the last of her tears roll down the side of her face. When she saw the figure in the door, hope sprung up in her chest. There was a chance she might live through this. Hell, strike that last. She was going to live through this. A smile spread across her face when the figure in the door way said, in a sarcastic, confident voice:

"Am I interrupting something?"

That's it!!!! MUCH FUN! YAAAAAAYYY!!!! IT ONLY TOOK ME 5 FRIKIN' DAYS TO WRITE!!!! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!

Common!!! Who DOESN'T know who saves Nessa's ass?

I'm terrible with cliff-hangers.

Yester day, I watched Wendiego. Oh my…. Do I ever love that episode…. Yes…. It's ama-ZING.

A VERRY HAPPY DAY TO YOU!

~Chiri-O