I wish I could make money off my obsessions…that would be cool.
Sad days. I think there's only two more chapters left. I think. Hm.
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So she had to hunt. He could handle that. So she was part wolf…really part wolf. He could handle that too. Honestly, he could. Pacing from one end of the room to the other, he explained to himself exactly how he could handle that. Because he could. Really.
A light tap on the door brought him away from his path in the carpet. "Hell…o!" he exclaimed when he saw the disturbance. She was tall, thin, blonde, and had the body of a goddess. Two seconds after setting eyes on her, he was pretty much incapable of rational thought.
"Hi," she giggled holding out her hand, "I'm Bella. I've come to see Chase. Is she home?"
"No," he said flashing her a grin, "but I'm sure she wouldn't mind you waiting for her."
With another giggle, Bella waltzed in on never ending legs.
"So," Dean slid into the chair next to the one she had chosen, "how do you know Chase?"
"We go way back," she answered crossing and uncrossing her legs.
"Oh?" he asked with his eyes locked on her pale flesh.
"Yeah," she leaned towards him. "You must be her newest victim."
"Victim?" Dean chuckled, "I've been a lot of things, but victim hasn't been one of them."
"Hasn't it." Bella pushed herself out of the chair and strolled to the window.
Dean followed her, "Never."
"Well," she spun around, "there's a first time for everything." In three seconds flat, she had him pinned to the ground.
It took a second for Dean to catch up, but as soon as he did, it was all too obvious that something wasn't good. Maybe Sammy was right. He should start using his upstairs brain more.
"Now here's how this is going to happen," Bella hissed, "you're going to wipe that smartass grin off your face and calmly walk out of the building with me. We're going to get into my car, and then we're going to visit the pack. Got it?"
"No more smartass grin. Out of the building. Car. Pack. That it?" he babbled trying to buy time.
"Smart boy." Cautiously, she eased off of him, and, when he stood, roughly grabbed his arm.
"I have a question," he stopped walking. After throwing him a dirty look, Bella nodded. "You all can be killed by any type of sliver, right?"
"What?"
"Any type of silver, right? Knives, swords, candlesticks," he twisted out of her grip, "bullets," and pulled his gun out of the waistband of his jeans. He grinned as she backed into a corner of the room. "It's like a big game of clue. Must suck sometimes. Well," he cocked the gun, "any last words?"
Bella frantically looked around the apartment, and then, suddenly, her eyes calmly came back to Dean's. "Yeah," her voice had regained its willing tone. "Ouch."
And Dean saw stars.
XxXxX
Chase paced back and forth within the confines of her makeshift cage. Silver bars had been pushed into the ground. They were too high to jump over, too close together to squeeze through, but far enough apart for her to see everything that was going on. Aden was barking orders to Turner and another male, Garrett, a few more of his minions watching the sky, while still more were watching the road. Chase glanced at the moon. They had twenty minutes, tops, until they changed.
"Look, Chase," she hadn't noticed Aden slink next to the bars, "our fox. Or foxes in this case."
She watched Desiree's black Benz round the corner and come to a stop. Des stepped out of the driver's side while, Bella, Aden's newest toy, unfolded from the passenger side. With a sick smile, she opened the back door and jerked Dean out onto the dirt. Desiree had retrieved Sam, and even though she held him tightly, she seemed more hesitant than her accomplice.
"Aden," Bella whined dragging Dean to him, "I thought you said this would be a challenge!"
"From what I heard it didn't go as smoothly as planned," Aden scolded, but softly, like a father with a two year old. He looked down at Dean. "I gave you fair warning. You should have left."
Dean meet his eyes. "As soon as the wicked bitch of the east lets go, I swear, I'm going to kill you. And I promise, it will hurt like hell."
"We'll see." Aden watched Desiree tie Sam up in the middle of the clearing.
Chase came as close to the bars as she could, and smiled when she caught Dean's eye.
'You okay?' he mouthed.
She nodded.
"Chase," Aden turned back to her, "would you like to come out and play?"
She sank back. "I thought the pack couldn't hunt them. Damien said-"
"My father is dead, Chase. His word no longer governs us."
"Dead? But he was fine. He should have died for…he couldn't have died! Unless," the realization hitter harder than she thought possible. "You killed him."
"He wore out his welcome. It's time for a new breed of werewolves. A breed that lives up to its birthright." He stepped next to Sam. "I think we'll play teams tonight. Untie him."
Desiree followed orders and the brothers found themselves caged in only by werewolves.
"A few different rules tonight, I think. First, we will give you a head start. Second, we will follow you wherever you go no matter the human population. Third," Aden looked around the circle and grinned at Chase, "we will kill you. But feel free to run as long as you want." As Aden finished his speech, the clearing became bathed in moonlight.
"Run," Chase whispered. Nothing moved. "Run!" she yelled this time, and, taking the hint, the boys ran.
The wolves slowly grew, and whatever humanity the pack had obtained over the years disappeared with each new hair. Soon the pack was padding around restlessly. Only Aden, in all his colorless glory, stood at attention.
Now. Chase heard the command echo through her head, and she knew the rest of the pack did too. Like a great wave, they all began running for the forest.
"Please!" Chase screamed as they progressed, "No!"
But no wolf stopped. They were all too power driven by one who had no power at all.
There was a quiet whimper to her right. A lone red wolf circled around Chase's sliver prison. "Des!" Chase exclaimed. "Des, you have to stop them! They can't do this! You know they can't!"
The wolf ignored her and continued circling.
"Desiree! You know he can't do this! You have to do something!"
No response.
"Please!" Chase begged, "Please!"
The wolf stopped at the opposite end of the circle and began pawing in front of a single pole.
Chase walked to the pole and watched as the wolf pushed first one paw, then the other, then its nose against the cold, solid, steal! Of course. They had to get her in it somehow. Warily, Chase placed a hand on the pole, and, when it didn't burn, pushed as hard as she could. The pole wobbled, creaked, and with one final push fell into the dirt.
The wolf backed up, and Chase moved forward. The opening was barely big enough to get through, and, in her haste, she felt her back scarp against the silver. Her skin boiled, but she couldn't afford to notice it. Biting her tongue to keep from screaming, Chase cleared the bars. "I owe you," she said heading for the words.
Black fur flying, the wolf only had one thing on its mind: time. Would she make it in time? Had too much time passed? Could she run faster than the pack? Who would win? Stop, her human side scolded, you have logic. You can reason. The rest of them can't. So reason. The wolf slowed to a trot searching for a scent.
The boys would run towards civilization in hopes of finding some weapon. But Dean was smart, he wouldn't risk the exposure. So where would they go? What was around? Silver, silver, something silver…What was silver? Jewelry was silver. Knives, spoons, forks were silver. Some coins were silver…. Film. Silver was used to make film. The old theater. But would they know that? Sam would know that. She immediately headed for the main road. It was faster. She could meet them there. They would be there. Dean wouldn't look back.
XxXxX
"Sam!" Dean called, "This way!" There was a clearly marked path to the right.
"No, that's where they expect us to go."
"It doesn't matter where we go, they can smell us!" Dean started to turn.
Sam grabbed his arm and pulled him the opposite direction. "Just follow me."
"Where?"
"There's an old theater a few miles from here."
"I don't think a family friendly movie is the answer to this."
"The theater's abandoned."
"I don't get it." Dean stopped.
"There's silver in filmstrips. There's filmstrips at the theater."
"Well then." Dean grinned and kept running.
X
The black fur blended in with the crumbling building, but her yellow eyes flared when she saw them. In seconds, Chase had her arms thrown around Dean's neck. "Thank God!"
"Do you know the way in?" Sam asked searching the side of the building.
Wordlessly, Chase led them around the side and through a decaying, red door. "We need to burn all the old film," she explained once the door was shut behind them. "The pack can still come in, not comfortably, but they can do it, so we have to hurry."
"How are you in here?" Dean questioned as Sam dragged a large trashcan towards them.
Chase bit her lip and glanced at the ground. "Uncomfortably."
"Dean!" Sam yelled to obtain his attention. "Help me get all the film into the trashcan. We can burn it in there."
"I'll keep watch." Chase stationed herself next to the door.
Eyeing the building, Dean noticed a set of shelves stuffed with old film canisters. He quickly grabbed some, emptied the contents into the bin, and dropped in a match. He glanced over at Chase and saw her stifle a cough as the smoke filtered through the room. They needed to hurry.
"Dean," Chase called a few seconds later, "Once that's burned the dust will poison whatever wolf it touches." She started to steal out the door.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dean rushed over.
Chase cringed when his hand touched her back. "I'm hoping you aren't going to have to use that." With a kiss to his cheek she slipped from his grasp and outside.
"Sammy," Dean said turning back to the fire, "move faster."
XxXxX
Traitor. Aden's authority resounded in her head. You will die for this.
If wolves could smile, the shadow facing him would have. Maybe she would die tonight, but it would be well worth it, and he wasn't counting on that. She was aware that the pack had surrounded them, and that Aden had crossed some junction in life that turned him as just as cold as he claimed her to be. But it didn't matter. Slowly, her human instincts were sinking deeper and deeper into the wolf's subconscious, and she had no desire to fight it. Tonight the wolf would get what it begged for every second of her life. Tonight it would get blood. The blood of its only challenger.
Aden snarled and sunk low to the ground. Chase mimicked the movement, and the two slowly started to circle. The wolf sized up every possible weakness-eyes, ears, nose, stomach- as well as every strength-height, weight, support- until it knew exactly how to kill the animal that had the daring to confront it.
Without warning, Aden lunged at her. Chase avoided him easily. She had been doing this much longer than him. He jumped again, and this time she was able to sink her teeth into the flesh and fur around his neck.
XxXxX
"Sam, come on!" Dean lugged the ash filled can to the door. "Come on!" he said again.
Sam ran forward and opened the door, but stopped suddenly, causing his brother to run into him.
"We don't have time for you to stare!" Dean pushed past him, but quickly stopped himself.
The pack was in a circle around two wolves. It watched intently as the two circled around each other. Rapidly, a white one tried attacking the other, but the second simply dodged the obviously inexperienced fighter. The first wolf tried again, but this time the second was able to grab the first around the neck.
Dean watched as the white wolf struggled against the hold of the second, but it wasn't until the fur was stained dark that it was let go. The wolf up righted itself, but couldn't seem to stay still. It wobbled back and forth in front of the other, and if wolves could smile, Dean swore the second one would.
"Dean," Sam whispered, "it's Chase."
"What?" Dean watched the second wolf slink around the circle. It almost seemed invisible with its midnight colored fur. The only thing that stood out were the yellow eyes narrowed on its victim. It was Chase.
"Should we do something?" Sam shifted his weight and drummed his fingers on the rim of the can.
"No." Dean could barely hear his voice himself, and was sure Sam couldn't. But instead of caring, he kept his eyes locked on the fight.
The white wolf tried lunging one more time, but was so dazed that it missed and ran into a wolf in the circle. Chase still kept her distance, even when the white wolf struggled for its footing, and struggled to return to the center. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean noticed a light brown wolf fidget in its place. As Chase stalked forward for the kill, the brown wolf jumped in and pinned Chase to the ground.
"Now we do something," Dean stated reaching into the trashcan and grabbing a handful of powder.
"Wait," Sam commanded, his eyes on the wolves.
Dean turned back around. The brown wolf just stood there, over Chase, like it was trying so hard to force its teeth through her flesh, and Chase just lied there, daring it to. "Do something!" Dean urged quietly.
And she did. The black wolf shut its eyes and was quickly replaced by a brunette, pale skinned girl that looked worse than death.
He wanted to rush in there guns blazing, but something held him back. He saw Chase flat out on the ground under a murderous brown werewolf. He saw the pack sitting obediently in their circle, and he saw the white wolf slowly sink to the ground and return to human form. At least that was one victory. One evil bastard dead.
The brown wolf glanced over at the human and howled. The sound was mournful, respectful, and chilling. With a growl, it returned its attention to Chase, and slowly lowered its teeth to her neck.
Out of nowhere, a red blur flew at the wolf, knocking him off Chase and sprawling on the ground. The new, red wolf growled, and the brown one slowly raised itself up, and took off into the woods.
"Now we do something," Sam concluded, and strode toward the pack and Chase.
Dean followed, and when they reached her he knelt down. "She's still alive." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Why is she like this?"
The red wolf silently padded its way over and nudged Chase's side.
"I think it's trying to tell us." Sam watched as the wolf continued nudging Chase's side. "Dean, turn her on her side."
He did as he was told, and immediately saw the problem. Chase's back was raw and bleeding. It looked like someone had set fire to it moments earlier. "What happened?"
The red wolf began nosing the pocket of Chase's jeans.
"Look," Sam said pulling out a familiar syringe. "I think she touched silver somewhere."
The red wolf sat on its haunches and watched as Sam injected they serum into Chase's arm.
After a few airless seconds, Chase began to cough and Dean helped her into a sitting position. When her coughing fit had ended, Chase gave Dean a small smile, and then turned to the wolf.
"I owe you," she mumbled. Reaching behind her head, Chase swept her hair away from her neck and bowed her head. In response, the wolf knelt down and placed a paw on Chase's knee.
"Mind if I ask what's going on?" Dean voiced.
Chase looked at him with a drained expression. "Home," she said before passing out for a second time.