"Dean." She breathed. He looked like he'd gotten back from Hell, again.
"I was.. Worried about you." He said slowly. She nodded.
"I'm sorry, I just kinda took a vacation, I guess."
"You guess?" Aster asked, amused. She continued before Saliene could answer.
"You realize it was Ivory that sent you on that little trip. Do you even know where you were?"
"Glendale, Arizona. Why?" Saliene said, causing the group to share an uneasy look.
"Arizona? Why does that sound so familiar.." Dean trailed, obviously sarcastic.
"Because that's where all that weird activity is going on, remember?" Sam reminded him. Dean sighed, apparently not SO obvious..
"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Dean replied. Sam made a confused puppy face, which Aster snickered at. Dekka smiled thinly, some things never changed. This was the only repetition she found comforting anymore.
"That was Tuscon, hun." Saliene corrected him.
"Same difference." Dean replied. Sam and Aster weren't paying any attention to the conversation anymore, as he aimed his confused puppy-like look at her, causing her to laugh hysterically and make her way over to the Eastern bar area.
Wait.. Saliene thought.
How did I.. I thought my house was.. Oh... Right, I'm in the past now. She corrected herself. But this also worried her, what would happen in the next few months, to make her move out?
Unless, she didn't move voluntarily..
By now her silence had attracted Dean's attention, as he was staring right out her, jostling her out her her thoughts. She cleared her throat.
"What's her deal?" Saliene asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting her chip up in the direction of Aster.
"She's been drinking a lot more recently. Located your hidden Poleico' a while back, actually." Dekka responded. Saliene was surprised, and upset. That was her only bottle.. Her mom gave it to her, before she died..
"Bitch..." She scoffed, storming off after her. The remaining gang shared another look before following after the cat-fight-to-be.
"Aster!" Saliene called, storming up behind her as Aster was setting the black glass brick bottle on the counter of the bar.
"Yeeees?" She replied, looking up from in front of the bar counter, her elbows resting on it casually.
"What the Sector Six do you think you're doing?"
"Huh, and here I thought Vampire's had perfect eyesight."
"Alma, don't fuck with me right now."
"Okay, I'm getting wasted. Wanna know why? Because I don't see how anyone else can deal with this life otherwise." That made Saliene fall silent. Aster nodded her head in approval of the response and continued.
"Exactly. You get by seducing mortals and drinking their blood, Sam does research until he drops, Dean rebels like a five year old,"
"Hey," Dean warned. She ignored him and continued.
"Alphard acts as the Queen's bitch slave, and Dekka plots her moves to make the game we call our life interesting from her respective corner. Me, I drink like a Hianyur out of water. Got a problem with it, go drain some human dry. But don't you of all people go and ridicule me for my way of handling things." She snorted. Saliene's face turned harsh.
"That's what you call, handling? Oh dear Trixi, please tell me you're kidding. I am a VAMPIRE, I LIVE off of human blood, Nelcian. YOU are not anything that requires alcohol. As for the others, who are you to ridicule THEM? Being the sad excuse for a person with their emotions under control that you are. Engaging in fights with a human, drinking like a sick one, what have you become? You used to be a hero, I looked up to you. Now, I have no where to cast my gaze. No one here deserves to be idled and worshiped anymore. Not even God, where ever he may be." She spat. Aster looked like she had something prepared, but Saliene gave her what Dean and friend's had to think was the most vicious look that could ever be formed, and even Dekka thought so too. After, she turned on her heel, and stepped briskly up the stairs, slamming her door.
"Well.. That could have gone better." Sam sighed. Aster scoffed and murmured to herself, walking out the second back door into the afternoon air. Dekka smiled, boy, was she ever glad she'd gotten this body and life as opposed to a mortal's.
The gang, minus Saliene and Aster, were gathered downstairs still. Dekka had called Alphard about the offer they were made, she wanted to make her choice now. She mentally sent Saliene a nudge telling her to come down when he arrived so she could choose too, but she'd never replied.
Dean looked over to Sam, he looked kind of, un-kept. His hair was shaggy and his beard was coming in like it hadn't been shaved in-
His eyes grew wide as the realization hit him.
How could he have noticed his brother's sudden return?
"S-Sammy?!" He exclaimed. Dekka and Aster looked at him oddly, then at Sam.
"What Dean?"
"When did you, get back?" He asked, confused. They all waited anxiously for the answer.
Sam sighed, he didn't want to say anything. He thought if he could sneak back into a conversation unnoticed, which he thought he pulled off earlier, they'd forget about his absence.
Apparently, not.
"I uh, I just.." He trailed. Fuck, I have nothing. He thought to himself.
"Are you okay, man?" Dean asked him. The others only gave Sam worried looks.
Sam was puzzled, since when did Dean care so much? Then it hit him, he had always cared, just lately after.. "Joining the dark side of the moon" he didn't seem to care about much of anything, except Saliene's coma. He thought to himself.
But if Sam would have left a video camera in the house, he would have seen how broken up Dean had been when Sam vanished. He freaked out on every one all at once, screaming and then running off and sulking out at the pier to vent.
"I'm fine, Dean. How about you?" He asked. Dean smiled nervously, Sam swallowed quietly at the sight of his fangs. He had tried to avoid looking at them since Dean had turned himself.. Too little too late now.
Dean was taken by surprise, Sammy was asking him if he was okay? He always thought he was the best actor when it came to not showing his emotions. Was he getting rusty already?
"I, am awesome." He found himself saying. Sam raised his eyebrow at Dean while Dekka gave him a questioning look. Aster smirked, shaking her head and averting her gaze to a wall with arms crossed.
Clearly they weren't convinced.
Oh yeah, he thought to himself.
I'm just freakin' wonderful.
All of the sudden, two forms came crashing in through the front door. That they had somehow opened, with a KEY. They both slid down the wall, huffing and out of breathe. They looked like they'd been chased. Upon closer inspection, they gang realized who the pair were.
"Torren? Paris?" Dekka exclaimed. The two boys looked up at her, Torren attempted a smile. It didn't come through so well.
"Dekka," He heaved, doubling over, clutching his stomach tight. Paris looked over at his friend worriedly as he stood to try and help him up. Saliene and Aster then came rushing down the stairs.
"I thought I sensed two morons in the vicinity." Aster smirked. Looking closer at Paris helping Torren up, though, her smile wavered.
"What's happened to you two?" She asked, her and Saliene walking up to them briskly. Saliene went up to Paris and took Torren in her arms. Paris winced after he let go of his friend, he was still in pain himself.
Dean felt the smallest sliver of jealously burning in his throat at Saliene holding Torren in her arms.. Of was that his thirst? No, he knew the difference. But right now, any and everything he thought of always came back to the same thing-
Pin, chomp, slurp, bury.
And how much it was killing him inside withholding from repeating that process.
"W-we, went to Tuscon, looked and looked," Paris stammered.
"But we found Saliene wasn't tied to the missing people, or at least not willingly.." He trailed. Aster's look urged him on.
"What we did find, however was, unpleasant... Which I hereby decree is the biggest understatement of the millennium." He said. She pushed him some more, feeling bad making him talk when he too looked stricken, but needed his answers more than the air she breathed.
"It was.. Pollux, and, get this," He smiled thinly, trying to be his usual self.
"Crowley, playing grab ass with each other. They've been in on the Tuscon thing the whole time, and Crowley needed Saliene's soul to complete the task.. Which, by the way, we found out is disappearing every human on the planet and sending their souls to Hell for eternity. Good, or evil. And just, letting them have at it." He said.
"That's also why he wants every last prophet, so which ever one could foresee his attack would be dead." He finished, coughing. She thanked him with a look, then turned up to Saliene, who had layed Torren down on the couch. Sam shuddered at the word, "dead" wondering why it bothered him at first.. Then, it hit him. Chuck Shurley, he had only been a kid in high school... Saliene remembered this too, while intead thinking of Melody, she would choose this life..
No, she might, she corrected herself. She had no idea if Melody the human would end up sticking to what she'd told her to do, but she had to assume she would.
They were friends.
"What do you think, Sal?" Aster asked. Saliene now stared sadly at Torren, he was a piece of her past. As unwanted as it was. What most people didn't know was that although Dekka, Alice, Azume', and all the other members of her family were her blood, they were.. In essence, all one single person...
Her.
Dekka.. Wasn't even supposed to be alive, technically. All other blood relatives of hers had been killed by Destiny, whom she hated but dealt with regardless.
"Only one passenger per life on this crazy ride we call "Being an Ally Turah"." She had told Saliene. THAT'S how Destiny saw life; As a theme park ride. Somehow Dekka didn't apply to that statement.. Perhaps she had blackmailed Destiny, Saliene imagined. After all, it was something her grandmother had always been very good at.
Destiny was the one who had taken her mother's life though, not a hunter.
Saliene didn't want to tell Dean that, that's why she'd lied to him and Sam when they'd first met. She knew if she ended up admitting her knowledge of what happened to her mother, that would backfire. Dean would go after Destiny, with an unstoppable need to see her head on a silver platter before him. Maybe now even.. Her blood in his stomach.
She shivered at the thought. He would die before he even saw her if he tried that. Which was more the reason to KEEP it a secrete.
Unfortunately, things never stayed secrete for long in Sam and Dean's world.
"I think.. I need a shot." She admitted, walking over to where the glass brick was still quietly awaiting to be depleted over on the bar counter. Sam and Dekka shared a worried look.
All being said and done, Saliene continued in her head a she swallowed her shot of Poleico', Torren was indeed, a part of her. Just as Dean was.
She was, uncontrollably, heart wrenchingly in love with him.
Why, oh why me? She asked herself.
"Has, anyone.. Told her? About, the other Earth?" Sam whispered. Dean and Aster shook their heads, Dekka healing up the boys wounds.
"Are you ever going to fill us in on WHAT exactly attacked you?" Dekka asked Paris, who was still hurting. she was fixing up Torren first, since he took the most damage.
"Who do you think?" He said in monotone. She knew it all too well.
"Crowley." She hissed. He nodded, wincing.
"Don't worry kid, almost done."
"I'm not a kid, old lady."
"Shut your trap or I'll leave it to those slow acting Angel Tiger cells of yours to patch you up." She warned, her hands glowing red over Torren's stomach.
Saliene heard Crowley's name escape her grandmother's lips from the living room, and quickly began pouring herself another shot. She had been in Hell.. No shorter than one, hundred, years.
One year on Earth. All that time.. Oh, take a guess where she'd been.
Yeah, you got it, the rack. That God damned, horrid creation. Crowley had spent every second of those one hundred long years torturing her with everything in his arsenal just WAITING for the day she'd cave and take a cleaver to another soul with a grin on her face. He knew it was in her, that's what an Ally Turah was. No better than a Dark natured Kele'keke.
It wasn't like she hadn't been tortured before. The first time she'd died was pure torture at it's best but.. This was something else entirely.
Crowley knew every little dirty secrete, just like Ivory and Ke'kate'. He used it as the perfect tool to break her, and after a century, it had payed off, BIG time. She moved up the ranks faster than any demon he'd ever known, and he knew them all, being the King of Hell.
He had taken much pleasure in capturing her soul when that Chastenhezorum fellow ganked her for good. He had finally accomplished his goal. He even let her go top side to wreck havoc. But that backfired on him. He didn't know what happened, maybe when she stumbled across Dean and remembered she loved him, or possibly before, but she'd abandoned his control. Found a way into her body again, and then re-joined team Winchester. He LOATHED those boys, he wished he could drag them both by their intestines into the deepest pit of Hell he could find while he slashed and tore their minds into rubbish. Yes, he quite liked the thought of that. But no, he couldn't. Not yet anyhow. Destiny would throw a fit.. No, he told himself, he'd wait for his grand plan to spring into action. Then, not even Destiny could stop him from having all he wanted.
Oh, he sighed happily to himself, seated in a limo three days out from Superior, he was sure glad he'd made that deal.. So many centuries ago.
"Sir, if you don't mind my asking, why take a vehicle to Superior when we could just, be there?" One of Crowley's demon lackeys asked him. He smirked, looking out the window.
"We have a little pit stop to make before we get there. And you know what they say.. Getting there is half the fun."
Saliene wondered how Dean dealt with what he'd done in Hell. Then she realized it must be because he was actually good inside, while she.. She was something a whole world apart. A Vampire. A monster. Sure, he was one now too, because of HER stupid actions. Why even keep a vile of her own blood? To turn herself in case she became human? The thought sobered her.. Human. What would it be like.. She didn't know, what she did was that she wouldn't go back to this if she became human somehow.
She tilted her head under the bottle's clouds, letting the sparkling liquid go down in a huge gulp. Dean walked into the room just then.
"Long day?"
"You don't even know."
"Nelco long?"
"Nelco long." She sighed, grabbing his a glass as he sat down on a stool across form her. Dekka had healed the boys and was now strategizing with them and Sam.
Saliene filled his glass up under the animated clouds, handing it to him. He threw it back, not even grimacing at the harshness that had bothered him while he was human. Saliene smiled thinly.
"Now that you're a Vampire, it'll take a lot more to get you going." She said. He nodded, handing the glass back.
"Make it happen then, babe." He replied, trying to smile. His thirst was starting to kick up again, he needed to drown it. Fast.
"Alright." She said, grabbing a large, blue glass. It had to be at least two and a half cups. Dean didn't care. The more the better. She filled it. He glanced at the clouds before taking a drink, they looked more white than black now. He pieced it together; It meant the bottle was almost empty.
Then he chugged all of his glass's contents down, receiving a startled look from Saliene. Gasping, he slammed the now empty glass on the counter.
"Hit me again." He said. She shook her head.
"I don't know if you can handle more.. You can still get wasted from this Dean." She warned. He shook his head, smiling,
"I've had practice, fill me up, Sal." He requested again. She sighed, yet again placing the glass under the clouds. Before it got within two inches of the rim, however, the clouds began to dissipate. Then were gone. She sighed again, handing the glass to Dean.
"Well, bottle's empty now. Got Aster to thank for that." She said quietly. Dean stared at the glass, then at Saliene. He sighed lightly, pushing it over to her. She looked down at him.
"You don't want it?"
"Oh, believe me, I do. But, I think you need it more." He explained. She nodded, taking the glass. She chugged it down, setting it back in front of her when she was finished. She was pretty buzzed now, which she liked. Dean could still feel his thirst quietly nipping at his sanity, though. He hadn't drank enough to shut it up. He cringed, his teeth pulsing as the thought of blood slipped into his mind. He tried hard to push it out, not now, he begged.
Saliene gave him a worried look, he seemed to be in pain again. What was wrong with him?
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked. He cursed in his head, he hated that question. He wished he could erase it form the Dictionary. He grunted when his canines pulsed harder at the realization that he could; If he had blood in his system.
This is criminally ironic.. He mused in his head. He continued- Or at least, it should be.
"I'm fine," He managed. Saliene wasn't buying it.
"What's wrong?" She asked sternly, not taking another "I'm fine" or "I'm okay" out of this Winchester's mouth.
"It's nothing, Sal. Just tired. Nelco has long ass days, remember?"
"You've been back on Earth for three days, I hear."
"System hasn't slowed down yet."
"That didn't make any sense."
"Exactly, because I'm tired."
"Quit the Keldagash shit Dean, give me the truth." She said. Dean swore out loud, he was caught. She wouldn't let this one go, no way in Hell.
"I'm telling you, it's no big deal. I got it under control." The Vampire froze, under control? She heard those words before.
In fact, she'd said them. To Zarick, when she'd gone through her, "I don't want to be a Vampire! I want to be human!" Faze. Dean was thirsty, and was forcing himself to restrain from drinking blood.
"Dean are you.. Thirsty?" Dean paused, shit. Caught, red handed. Now what?
"I, I.."
"You are, there's no way you're not. New borns have the most unquenchable thirst. It cannot be helped." She said. Dean looked down at the floor. She was going to make him drink blood.. He'd, transition back into.. Into, that monster he was when he first turned himself. He couldn't go back to that, he needed his sanity. It was all he had left, besides Saliene. And if he lost it, he'd lose her.
"I can't do it Sal, please don't.. Don't make me."
"I understand how you're feeling Dean but-"
"How can you? You've never been human. All you know is the life of a Vampire. You're used to it, it doesn't bother you.. Like it does me." He retorted. She sighed, how could she explain that she did? He wouldn't listen, she recognized the tone that told her he was being stubborn. Probably the same tone Sam got when he'd left to turn himself in the first place. There was no getting around it.
"Dean.." She trailed, sad. He hated seeing it on her face, the sorrow. The disappointment. She wanted him to feel better, he knew that. But that would make it worse, and she didn't know THAT. She couldn't, or she'd hate him. She didn't know he'd already drank blood, killed so many innocent people, it made him sick. He'd thrown up several times thinking about it by himself while she was comatose and Sam was AWOL. It'd been blood that came up, his. So he'd lost even more energy in addition to his lack of replenishing it.
He was all kinds of fucked up, he thought to himself.
"Damnit, Dean! Let someone help you for once in your life or," She cut off.
"Or WHAT, Sal?" He mocked. She fumed.
"Do you really want to find out?" She replied. He considered. He really didn't.
"I can't." He said again. Her anger grew. She appeared behind him and yanked him towards her, kissing him hard. When she pulled away, he looked in her eyes. Worry, they screamed at him.
"I, love you." She began, holding his gaze hard.
"And this.. I won't let you go through this. Believe me or don't, but I DO understand how you feel right now. There WAS a time where I hated myself, and what I was. I refused to drink blood too... But come a few thousands years.. Well, denial can't last forever." She admitted, grim in tone. Dean actually did believe her, which only made him feel worse for accusing her like he didn't.
He just couldn't win.
"Sal I didn't know I'm.. Sorry. But I still can't, you don't completely understand." She was baffled. He was still resisting. He really did regret becoming a Vampire, she thought.
"Then MAKE me, explain what it is I'm missing. Because it is clear there's something you haven't told me about this situation." She demanded. He gulped, what should I do? He asked himself.
"Sal.."
"Dean."
"Saliene,"
"Dean."
"I'm sorry but for the last time, I REFUSE." He replied, putting some edge into his voice. Saliene read his aggitation clear as day, which only proved to escalate hers.
"Got a DEATHWISH, little boy?" She sneered. Dean's eyes widened, he backed away from Saliene. She sounded like.. Like Ally. And her eyes! they were the predatory purple from when she became a demon. Her smile, oh God, he gaged, it was immpossibly stretching from one of her ears.. All the way to the other. It was a huge crescent of jagged, sharp.. Bloody, teeth. He gulped, was her demon side.. Taking over now?
"S-Sal?" Dean stammered, afraid. She cocked her head at him, wondering why he looked so afraid. She hadn't said anything, had she? No.. No she hadn't. He'd just told her he refused, she hadn't even replied yet. She was pretty upset, and guessed she zoned pout for a moment.
"What's that look for?" She asked, frustrated. He shook his head, jaw dropped slightly while he stared at her blankly. Looking at her eyes while they were like that gave him.. Flashes of the past, in Hell. After, the rack. He felt a cold sweat all over him, but realized he must have been drunk still because Vampire's didn't sweat. All of what he'd just seen was from the Rainbow Dust, yeah, he told himself.
Even though inside he knew, he hadn't drank enough to have any hallucinations yet.
Saliene grew impatient, still upset with him for his reluctance. She only wanted to help, it's like Dean didn't appear to recognize that, at all. She pursed her lips in a line and stormed off again, practically flying over the stairs. Aster, noticing her friend angrily stampeding upstairs, felt obligated to follow after and attempt to bring up her spirits.
Nothing got done around here when even one of the varied array of beings that made up their group was upset.
In any way, shape, or form, at that.
"Saliene, wait up," Aster called from halfway up the stairs, Saliene was to her door by then, but stopped to hear what her friend had to say. Though she was still upset with her for drinking the only gift her mother had left her before she was killed. Saliene had only gotten five hundred years with her.. She missed her so much. Every single day. Still. And now she had Tia to add, along with Zarick and all the other lovers she'd had in the past. The ones she had feelings for, of course.
"What is it?"
"Pfft, what is it, she asks me. What do you think Mrs. Stompy-Stomp. What are you, five?" She asked, trying to make a light joke. As per usual with Aster's jokes, they came off sounding exactly like insults.
"Excuse me?"
"Ugh just tell me whats wrong."
"Why do you care?"
"Uh, hello? Friendship, you, me, 'member the day we established ours?"
"Actually, I don't." Aster shifted uncomfortably.
"Uh, exactly. Duh, best friends don't need to say they're best friends silly. They just, are." Saliene agreed, but she had Melody in her mind when she thought that. Not Aster. They may have been friends, but for one year. Out of the thousands they'd lived, it was nothing. They were practically acquaintances, the Vampire thought to herself.
"I've known you one year out of the twelve-thousand-fifty-three I have lived. So I ask, who are you to me, again?" Aster was shocked into silence, what had gotten into her? She gulped, or what had been stuck in her, she corrected herself. She knew Saliene was part demon now.
The question was.. How big was, "a part"?
"Nothin' to say, huh fire fuck? Not surprising. See you later, after I've finished my dinner and dessert." Saliene smiled. Aster's blood faded form her face. She saw the same Saliene Dean had moments earlier. She turned, opening the door with an odd purple aura that matched her eyes, and slammed it shut in the Nelcian's face.
She called me a fire fuck.. Aster thought to herself, walking down the stairs slowly. She saw Dean walking in step with her from the bar to the living room. Their expressions matched. He must have heard their exchange, and experienced it himself as well.
"Guys.." Aster spoke up, catching Sam, Dekka and the Nelcian boy's attention.
"We have some slight issues we're going to have to deal with."
"About what?" Sam asked, speaking for the rest of the confused group. Dean spoke this time, Aster unable to.
"It's Saliene. She's going dark side."
*Author's Note: Heya fans =) How's it going? Hopefully better than it is for the gang!
Don't worry, chapter 37 will indeed have the action I know you're all craving so bad right now, lol.
Well, will Saliene figure out what's happening to her, and is she still as willing to become God? When will Pollux the Dark Super Nova strike again? What will Crowley do to get Saliene's soul back in the palm of his hand? When will Aster the Lava Hound's temper boil over? Is Sam ever going to stop bottling up his feelings about Tia's death? Will Dekka the Berserker Killer and Saliene the Godly Monster remain as Ally Turah? Will Dean the new born Vampire in denial give into his thirst? How will things play out with Torren as a new distraction for our main heroine? And most importantly..
Will Saliene, in fact, go dark side?
Check in again soon to find out!
~Super