Hola awesome readers! Here's Johnny! Too much? Yeah, I thought so too.
Avi: So then why did you do it?
That, my friend, is a very good question. You want to know what else is a very good question?
Avi: Nope!
Why do you kept doing this to me?
Avi: Did I say nope? Can anyone veritfy that for me?
Avi sent my muse running far far away. : ( So, if you see it, please tell me! Until then, enjoy!
The Return of Avi
Memory Lane
I moved quickly, wanting to get this over with. The delicious beating of hearts was getting harder and harder to ignore. And one might say I was a bit more primal then other vampires. But that should be a benefit in the coming battle. Who needs machetes when you have hands that can do the same exact job?
I stood on the roof of a building across the street for a minute or two, just watching. I didn't know how many were in there, but Creepy Incarnate had just turned the corner. Now would be the perfect time to kill him. I grinned as my fangs slipped down, and leapt towards him.
But just before I landed on him, a massive headache assaulted my head. A small whimper left my lips as I crashed to the ground in front of him. Images flashed before my eyes, and a very distinct message entered my brain. I was a warrior in a vast army. I was to change people into warriors. I was important, a somebody. I was someone's child, and he loved me. He loved me very much, and wants me to stop fighting with my siblings.
"Yes Father," I whispered as the images and headache retreated. "But after this!" I sprang to my feet, catching Creepy by surprised. Since when did I ever listen to orders?
"Jake!" Creepy shouted as we tumbled to the ground, my hands going for his neck. He was strong, stronger then me at least, and managed to keep my hands off him until Jake came running out. I growled, and retreated to a rooftop to observe.
"I'll get the machetes," Jake said, running back into the building.
"Don't leave me here you idiot!" Creepy told him, watching me warily. I smiled down at him, jumping down.
"You're not pretty," I said, "I don't like things that aren't pretty." I lunged at him, and somehow managed to pin him to the wall. He might be stronger, but I was a little bit faster. I ducked when I hear someone behind me, and the machete blade passed over my head. Creepy wasn't so lucky.
I grinned at Jake as I took his leg out from under him. "You just did a lot of the work for me," I told him before beheading him with the blade. I got a vial of Creepy's blood, and disappeared just as the other vampires came running out. We would be back for them later.
I nodded at Dean through the window, and held up the vial of blood. He smiled gratefully, and opened the window before stepping back. I was halfway through the window when a car crash happened right below us. A young man was bleeding.
"Avi!" Dean shouted, making a grab for me as I dropped down. There was blood. Warm, pulsating, dripping blood. I couldn't ignore it. I almost didn't want to.
The victim was a young man with dark brown hair. Like Sammy and Eli. He was unconscious, and the other driver was coming this way. I had just enough time to have a quick drink before she got to us. I was one step out of the shadows when the girl started running, her red hair flying. Almost like me. She had to be sixteen, seventeen at most. She just looked so young.
More blood dripped down the driver's forehead, as the girl opened the door, and dragged him out of the car.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered before looking around. "Hello? Can anybody help us?" she called.
"An ambulance is on its way," Thing promised, stepping out from inside. It cast a glance to where I was, in the shadows. I had acted too late. It would kill me if I made a move. I glared at it darkly before going back up to the window, and climbing inside. I shut it tightly behind me, but that just locked Dean and Samuel's inside.
"Come on Avi," I told myself, closing my eyes and tossing the vial Samuel's way. "Please hurry, we're cutting it very close here!" I sat down on one of the beds and tried to distract myself with childhood memories.
"What is this place?" I gasped, only seven years old.
"This is called the Garden," Castiel informed me. I nodded and couldn't look around fast enough. There were tall, green trees, and bright, brilliant flowers. A purple and black butterfly fluttered by me, and handed on my head.
"Look Castiel!" I told him excitedly, "Look!"
"I see, Avi," he said patiently. I giggled as the butterfly flew away.
"It's pretty," I said.
"Yes, all of Father's creations are beautiful."
"Am I beautiful?" I asked, stumbling over beautiful a little.
"Yes Avi," Castiel answered, "You are beautiful too."
I smiled to myself as the memory switched to the first time I met one of my favorite Angels.
"Always nice to have an optimist," an unfamiliar voice said behind me. I whirled around, expecting the worst.
"I am really not in the mood to deal with you dicks right about now," I shot at the strange angel. His face twisted in grimace.
"Yeah, my brothers can be dicks," he said, "Me too, actually." I rolled my eyes.
"Who are you?" I questioned. The angel shrugged, his toffee eyes following carefully.
"Come with me and I'll tell you," he finally answered with a smile. "Just to a diner down the street. You must be starving." He added, seeing my expression. My stomach growled at his words.
"Fine," I snapped. His grin got even wider.
"Well you can't go looking like that," he told me. With a snap of his fingers, my old rags were replaced with what I guessed was the hottest new trend. I didn't really care. Everything was covered, and they were kind of cute.
"Thanks," I said quietly. The angel shrugged.
"I'm Gabriel," he told me, walking over to the diner.
"Avi," I answered.
"Few more minutes," Dean reassured me as Thing walked into the room. I nodded and kept my eyes closed.
"It's a convention," Sam realized, "It's a Supernatural convention." I laughed.
"This is amazing," I told them, and quickly walked further in.
"Avi! No!" I heard Dean hissed behind me. I turned to look at them.
"Come on!" I exclaimed, "Are you seriously going to tell me you aren't even a little interested?" Dean nodded furiously, but Sam shrugged.
"I kinda want to see what's going on," he admitted.
"Then come on!" I ordered with a smile. Overhead, a loud speaker squawked to life.
"Would all Supernatural convention participants please make their way to the auditorium for the opening Q and A with author Carver Edmund," a bored sounding voice said, "Pictures of a Broken Man: A Discussion on Dean Winchester is at 12:30. The Homoerotic Sub Content Discussion Group will take place at 2:15. And don't forget that the big hunt starts at 7'o clock sharp. Thank you."
"Homoerotic Sub Content?" I asked the two Hunters, who both had varying degrees of horror on their faces.
"I'm not a broken man," Dean muttered to himself.
"Sub Content?" I asked again.
"Slash fans," Sam told me disgustedly, "Sam slash Dean fans." I burst out laughing.
"But you're brothers," I managed to get out between fits out laughter.
"Yeah," Sam replied, "I know."
"Does Becky?" I asked, wiping away tears that formed from my giggle fit.
"Oh, she runs a whole website devoted to it!" Dean told me in a tone that could only be described as sarcastic. I managed to contain my giggles this time.
"Nice soul mate you got there," I said to Sam, keeping my voice serious. "And I'm going to go to the auditorium!" I exclaimed quickly when I saw the looks they were giving me.
I giggled a little. I was just so happy back then, so childlike. It was nice.
"It's ready," Samuel announced as I opened my eyes. He handed me a cup of something a looked horrifying and smelled even worse.
"Do I really have to?" I pouted.
"Yes," Dean stated. "So bottoms up!" I sighed but nodded.
"Fine." I threw my head back and swallowed the foul liquid in three gulps. I chocked and dropped the glass. "That tasted like ass!" I complained as it started working. My legs gave out suddenly, and I crashed to the floor. Pain racked my shuddering body, but I could still hear them loud and clear.
"Is this normal?" Thing questioned, actually sounding somewhat concerned.
"You boys didn't know?" Samuel asked confused.
"Know what?" Dean asked protectively, kneeling down beside me.
"There's a decent chance that Avi might die because of this."
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