Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This chapter has information on the episodes up until 01/29/09. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 4 until they are released on TV. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice." This story takes place a little over ten years in the future after the events of "Sacrifice," and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes.
"So, did my son ask you to Prom yet," Abby asked, pouring more coffee into a mug for his girlfriend.
"Thanks, Abby," Becky said, taking a seat next to his mother on the couch. He was surprised that they had hit it off so quickly, although he wasn't sure why. After all, his mother did have a very good report with most people. If only they knew that she could kill them with a snap of her fingers…or maybe that was the reason they trusted her. He wondered if she had some sort of power over people that rendered them weaker, much like a snake hypnotizes its prey.
Abby smiled up to her son and all his misgivings slipped away. She was his mother, the same one he always had. Loving, caring, gentle…she was the one who kissed his bleeding, scraped knees and nursed him if he ever felt ill. And, no matter what, he loved her. It only took a little gentle reminder.
"So, are you gonna ask her," Abby asked, raising an elegant eyebrow.
"Thanks for putting me on the spot, Mom," he smirked. "Well, I just thought since we were going out, it was a give in."
"You should still ask. It's traditional and I didn't raise my son to be a jerk," she winked at him. Becky raised her eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. "It's also customary to get her flowers."
"Yeah," Becky chimed in, smiling at his mom.
'Oh boy,' he thought with a smile, 'Mom's made a new friend and I'm outnumbered.'
"On that note, I'm gonna go see what Dad's up to."
"Chicken," Abby joked, taking a sip of her coffee.
Dylan walked through the family room and made his way to the kitchen. As he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see Dean and his nurse chatting at the table. She was as good looking and as fake as April had described. Still, he was pretty sure Dean had hooked-up with a couple of chicks like that in his heyday.
He continued watching them from around the bend, not wanting to break the scene. There was something off about it. She was sitting at the kitchen table holding his dad's hand. Something didn't feel right to Dylan, at all. Perhaps she was just being compassionate, he considered but, the way she was stroking his hand…there was no way. It was too much like how Abby touched his hand or how he stroked Becky's before they fell asleep. It was very intimate.
"So, are we ready to go," Dean asked with a smile.
"Yeah," she replied with gusto. "Oh, I almost forgot; here you go." She pulled out a bottle and gave him two pills and pushed a glass of water across the table.
Pills? Didn't Mom say that Dad was off of pills?
Nurse Hannah smiled, one hand twirling her necklace, the other stroking Dean's face, before enthusiastically getting up to leave.
"Let's go," she smirked.
"Today's the day, I can feel it in my bones," Dean smiled up at her. She walked behind him as he wheeled out the backdoor and down the ramp Abby had installed for the interim.
After he heard the ignition of the car, Dylan sighed and went to investigate the kitchen, hoping to find a clue as to what the nurse had given his father. He came up with nothin. He made a mental note to tell his mother what he saw go down later on. Right now, she was having too much fun with his girlfriend and, in fact, she deserved some time fun time; the other stuff could wait. After all, it was probably nothing, he lied. His gut, however, told him otherwise.
No, he thought, he needed to tell her. It was unfair to keep information from her if he felt it was important. His fingers instinctively twirled the symbol around his neck; he knew what it was for now. April had filled him in on the details. With a lump in his throat, he took off the symbol from his neck and took a deep breathe. His skin tingled and something clicked in his mind. He vaguely remembered using his powers as a kid. But maybe...just maybe it was all part of his imagination, he mused. Dylan inhaled deeply, crossing that final line between the normal and the supernatural and pushed a thought to his mother.
'Mom, we have to talk,' he thought. He watched as her eyes snapped up to his, her black eyes mirroring the surprise of his own.
"So what's going on," April asked Wes as he broke every traffic law known to man to get to their destination.
"We're almost there," he mumbled.
"So what do we have to do?"
He glanced over to her in the passenger seat with a look that was a mixture of adrenaline and apprehension. The fear in his eyes weren't for himself. No, it was for her.
"Have you fed recently," he questioned.
"This morning. I had a whole bag."
"Of animal blood?"
"Yes."
His sigh had a tone of annoyance, displaying a clear disdain for her meal choice.
"This group of vampires feeds off of humans and they kill. I don't. It's more fun to play with your food - "
"I get it," she stopped him. "So, they've been killing?"
"And drawing attention to themselves. Funny, but it reminds me of a case a while back...one that I heard your Mom was in charge of."
That must have been the case where Mom and Dad met, she thought with a smile. Nothing more romantic than the blood of the innocent.
"Are you sure you are up for this," Wes paused, pulling over into a remote section of an unused road.
"Yeah. Plus you don't have a partner and I'm not going to let you go out there alone."
He smiled weakly to her, the grin fighting with the look of sadness in his dark eyes.
"I'm not going to be able to keep an eye on you at all times...are you sure you're ready?"
"Hell yes," she smirked. "I can handle these punks, so don't you worry about that." She reached into the backseat of his car for her bag, pulling out the very sharp machete. "Let's rock."
Wes got out of the car and zipped around at inhuman speed to her side, courteously opening the passenger door for her. He offered her his hand and pulled her to his side. His lips brushed against her cheek, as if he were going to kiss her. Her heart thudded in anticipation. "There's a barn to the west a few miles, that's where they're hiding. Keep your senses open. Be careful," he whispered, his chilled breathe against her neck. And with that, he blurred off into the distance.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she took off running, the forest obscuring on either side of her. She kept her senses open as Wes' had demanded, listening intently to any signs of movement. Of course there was movement, she laughed, she was running through the frickin' woods. Critters darted on the ground, scurrying for food while other chased their prey. The forest was so alive during the night. How the hell had she not seen that before?
Her musings made her get caught off guard.
She felt something hard hit chest and then her body bounce off of the hard ground. Disoriented, April gazed up to see to see two men over her snarling, their eyes glowing in the darkness. They hissed at her, bearing their canines. Smiling, she used her mind to push them back as she bounded back up onto her feet. In a crouch, she hissed back at them with her own teeth lengthened.
They looked at her in confusion which mutated into overt hatred. After all, one of their own kind was trying to ruin their operation.
"Come on, which one of you bad boys wants me," she mocked as they hesitated in front of her, unsure of her. Finally one of them lunged at her. She quickly maneuvered to avoid him, lopping off his head in the process with her machete.
The other one ran away and she quietly took off after him. She pushed her body to its limit, her muscles tensing as she raced after her prey. But, in one instant she lost sight of him; he was gone. April abruptly halted, taking in the scene around her, searching the night.
That's when something knocked her from behind. She was being pinned down, the cold earth wet against her skin. With a deep growl, she fought her attacker, trying in vain to push herself off of the ground. A scream ripped through the night as she felt intense pressure on her forearm and the snap of bone. She struggled like a wild animal to regain her bearings, feeling her body burn with the strain. That's when she noticed how many hands were on her back; most definitely more than two. Her attacker wasn't alone.
Panic set in as she felt her body being rolled over. She figured that they would have sliced her head off already. Instead, she felt the sharp sting of a needle jabbed into her neck. April hissed as the injected liquid coursed through her body, setting in with every beat of her pulse. Her senses were slowing down and she felt dazed. Though the blurred vision of her eyes, she tried to focus on who was in front of her. A man and two women.
'I'm gonna die,' she thought. 'This is it.' The looks in her attackers eyes sealed her fate; she was sure their cruel stares would be the last thing she ever saw.
The ground cover stained her clothes as they dragged her limp body through the woods by her wrists. Her mind faded in and out, trying desperately to focus on the situation at hand. Why were they carrying her off? Why didn't they just kill her and get it over with?
Her mind washed away, the sounds of the outside world sounding underwater. With out warning, angry snarls cut through the night accompanied with the sound of tearing flesh. April's head bounced off the soil, her body being tossed aside like a rag doll.
As the growling and shredding continued, she willed herself to focus and when she did, she saw the eyes of a killer staring down at her and a glinting knife shimmering in the moonlight. She desperately raised her arm to guard her throat. Her stomach heaved as the blade pierced her side. It burned through her flesh as it slid deep inside, twisting at a horrific angle. She could barely make out her own terrified screams in the distance through her fog.
"I got it," the female attacker said as she yanked the knife from her flesh, eliciting another screech from within.
'What a strange thing to say,' she thought to herself as her pulse pounded in ears, her blood flowing openly from the wound. She heard the sound of footfalls running farther into the distance followed by others approaching.
Several more moans cut through the air and she felt herself being lifted. Her eyes shut as the world flew by her visions.
"I'm gonna be sick," she mumbled, hissing as her abs contracted.
"Not in my car you're not."
She was carefully placed in a seat, the door slamming shut behind her.
"We gotta get outta here. there's more of them close behind," he hissed, revving the engine, the sudden force of speed causing her to lean over.
"There you go," he repositioned her to sit up straight. "Are you ok? I told you to be careful!"
"I was," she slurred. "I don't know what happened."
She felt strands of hair lifted off her neck.
"They drugged you with dead man's blood...oh and lovely, you let yourself get stabbed."
"I didn't let them, jerk," she winced. The pain was starting to come at her full force and she was getting dizzy. Spots appeared in her vision and she felt herself slipping away.
"April, stay with me," he said, sounding far away. "Stay - "