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BLOOD DESIRE
Chapter Thirty-Five
Unable to find the remote cabin in the dark Sam and Bobby sat in the impala with a bottle of good whiskey and waited for daylight, taking a sip of whiskey Sam started to tell Bobby his story from the beginning how they cleaned out the vampire's nest and rescued the blood bank
"So after you'd clean out the vampire's nest why didn't you move on?" Bobby asked
It had only been more than a week but it seemed like months since this whole nightmare had began "I became intrigued with the deaths of five ex-blood bank members, well actually it was more the tattoo they all had" Sam remarked
"What tattoo?"
Sam dug into his pocket for his cell phone where he had stored the picture, he showed it to Bobby "It the crest of the once royal Aleksandrov family; a former 18th century king and his wife who were murdered by an uprising of the peasants, their only son Nikolay fled from his homeland, some small former European country"
"How did the ex-blood bank members die?"
"Their throats were cut" Sam replied "That's why I ruled out that it was vampire related"
"Tell me about this Mr. Alexander?" Bobby asked
Sam snorted "Pillar of the community, millionaire and very arrogant, owns the mansion on the outskirts of town" Sam sighed and took a drink of whiskey "He denies knowing Dean; I knew the son of a bitch was lying so I staked the place out. I must have been becoming a nuisance so he killed Jay and framed me for his murder, then tried to make it look like I'd killed Dean too"
"Jay was the kid you rescued from the vampires nest?" Bobby questioned
"Yeah, we knew that the ex-blood bank members had a meeting place and an introduction was required"
"So you used Jay?"
"It was his idea; me and Matt wasn't sure at first" Sam took another drink of whiskey "I shouldn't have agreed to it. I was blinded by my need to get Dean back and it got him killed"
"Don't torture yourself kid" Bobby took the whiskey bottle from Sam and took a sip "So Dean was going to these meetings?"
"Yeah" Sam looked away staring out of the window he couldn't look Bobby in the eye
"Sam is there something you want to tell me?" he could see right through the kid and Sam was holding back.
"No" he knew he had let Dean down, not once but twice, he should have read the signs that his brother was tail spinning and done something, secondly he should have called Bobby sooner but so many things had stopped him, guilt for being ashamed of Dean was one, when Dean needed his help where was he in some bar getting drunk. And besides what could Bobby have done it wasn't like they could just storm in there like they did with vampires, humans have rights.
"You know you could tell me anything, I won't judge" Bobby said sincerely, he was hoping that Sam would open up and tell him what he had already figured out for himself, he knew that these ex-blood bank meeting places existed and the only reason they existed where for tasting.
Sam turned to Bobby, it wasn't his place him to tell Bobby about Dean's addiction, after all Bobby was like a father to Dean "I know"
Bobby sat in silence and stared out of the window mulling over what Sam had told him, ex-blood bank members being killed and Dean an ex-blood bank member himself disappearing without a trace and he was sure that somewhere vampires were involved and the key to all of this was the tattoo. He flashed his torch at his watch, he needed help on this one and there was only one person he knew who would probably have the answers. Working out the time zone differences for European it was a good time to ring, climbing out of the impala he rang and spoke to his old friend in French.
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Nikolay entered his study as always he liked to see the sun rise from his window before retiring to his room; he didn't see Vladimir sitting in the chair behind his desk has he walked up to the window.
"I had so many hopes for you Nikolay" Vladimir spoke up in the darkness of the room
Nikolay jumped but didn't turn away from the window; he sighed as he continued to stare out at the rising sun "I know master"
"I came here not just to give you my permission on your chosen one but to also offer you a position on the high council"
Nikolay lowered his head; a position on the Blood Cartel's high council was quite an honour especially for someone of his age. What could he say to his master who before last night had so much faith in him? "I will prove to you that I am worthy, I will get Dean back and the heads of those who are involved"
Vladimir rose and walked to the study door "We will talk again about the high council once you have done what you have promised"
Christina was listening at the study door at Nikolay and Vladimir's conversation; stepping back away from the door she headed for the staircase, just as the front gate buzzer sounded. She quickly ran up the stairs and half way alone the passage where she stopped so she could watch and listen but not be seen.
Nikolay walked across the hallway; this early in the morning he knew who ever it was at the gate was not going to be bringing him good news. When he looked at the monitor he was right, he pressed the gate's release button and allowed Sheriff McBain to enter.
Nikolay watched McBain climb out of his patrol car as soon as it pulled up outside the front door; he opened the door allowing the sheriff in.
"I presume sheriff that this is not a social call?" Nikolay asked
McBain had to admire Mr Alexander, no matter what time he called on him he was always smartly dressed "I'm afraid not Mr Alexander, Sam Winchester escaped last night and I thought I'd better warn you as he is convinced you have framed him for murdering Jay Brown and his brother"
"Thanks for letting me know but you could have phoned?"
"I could but I thought I would check around the area" McBain replied
"If he has any sense he'd be long gone by now"
"He's a very dangerous criminal and very unpredictable, if you want I can post a patrol car outside your gate?"
"That won't be necessary sheriff but thank you all the same" Nikolay opened the front door for the sheriff to exit
"Well if you see anything let me know" the sheriff replied as he left
Christina having heard the conversation stepped into her bedroom, by the sounds of it Sam Winchester will be too busy dodging the law to be looking for his brother; that was thanks to good old Nikolay. Going over to her bedside table she unlocked the top draw and removed her cell phone that she used to contact Maximillion. Finding his name in her short contact list she pressed the button and waited for him to answer but he didn't and she was diverted to his voice mail. She ended the call in frustration not bothering to leave a message.
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With the catering van burnt out Owen had stolen a car from a few streets away and drove it up the driveway to the garage of the rented house, entering the house he found Clive pacing the floor.
"What the hell took you so long?" Clive asked nervously
"Calm down no one know were here" he was just as eager to get rid of the slave as Clive, crossing over to the sofa he opened Dean's left eye and checked he was still under the drugs "Get something to bind his arms and legs with the drugs will be wearing off soon"
Clive went into the kitchen in search of some sort of rope, he returned minutes later carrying an old plastic washing line "This is all I could find" he informed Owen
"It will do, give it here" Owen held his hand out for the washing line; he pulled Dean's arms roughly behind his back and tied his hands and then his feet together. He picked Dean up and swung over his shoulder "Come on let's get this over with"
Clive watched Owen load Dean into the boot of the car and climbed in the front passenger seat "How far is it?" he asked as Owen climbed behind the wheel.
"An hour maybe more" Owen replied as he started the engine up
In the slaughterhouse the Butcher, wearing his white apron did his early morning rounds as he always did, today was no different than any other, his right hand vampire Lance walked behind him as he walked down the line of naked slaves, their arms bound behind their backs and hanging upside down by meat hocks, their precious life blood draining slowly into a blood bag, finding out one of them was dead and that his blood was useless, he had his reputation to uphold as the finest human blood and fresh meat supplier he couldn't sell dead man's blood his customers he barked out "This one's dead, feed his blood to the slaves and replace him"
"Yes master" Lance clicked his fingers and two more vampires appeared and took down the dead slave.
Lance headed into the next room and walked up to the row small cramped cages, slowly he walked along them looking at a sheet attached to each cage, he chose one that hadn't been drained of some blood for a day or two. He picked one opening the cage, he dragged the slave from his prison my his hair, half starved and drained of blood the slave was to weak to fight back, he let the vampire tie him up and drag him into the next room where two other vampires lifted him upside down and hocked him to a meat hock, one of them insert a needle into his neck, once they were happy that the blood was flowing into the blood bag they left him to check the blood bag of the other hanging slaves.
Owen drove the stolen car along the country lane towards the slaughterhouse, he had only ever been there once before and that was once too many, he remembered the stench from the rotting bodies was unbearable. It was a shame that the stolen slave had to end up there but saving his own head was more important to him that some slave.
Slowly the car's rocking brought Dean back to consciousness, the blackness, the confined space, the movement and the noise from the engine told Dean that he was in the boot of a car, his destination unknown. Moving as much as the boot allowed him he tried to work himself free of his bounds, beads of sweat trickled down his face but all he succeeded in doing was making his wrists bleed; twisting himself around so his feet where facing the lid of boot he kick out with his feet hoping bust it open.
Clive turned around at the noise that came from the boot "Sounds like he's awake, how much longer?"
"Were here" Owen replied turning off the road and heading up a dirt track to a huge factory looking building. He pulled the car to a top outside the main entrance of the slaughterhouse "stay here". Owen climbed out of the car and disappeared inside the building.
Clive climbed out and almost gagged at the stench, he wondered why nobody complained about it but looking around him he saw that there were no neighbours within miles. He turned back towards the building and saw Owen coming out "Get him out" he heard Owen shout out. Clive moved to the back of the car and opened the boot; Dean's bound feet kicked out and caught Clive in the chest sending him stumbling backwards slightly.
Angrily stepping forward Clive punched Dean in the face and then dragged him out of the boot by his feet, Dean's head and back slapped heavily on the ground. It no longer mattered to Clive what state the slave was in when he was sold to the Butcher. He grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him up
"Get your filthy hands off me" Dean growled out and headed butted the vampire, sending himself falling backwards onto the ground
Clive was fast losing his patience; grabbing hold of slave he punched him in the face once again then threw the now dazed slave over his shoulder and marched towards the entrance.
"Having problems there?" Owen smirked
"Nothing I couldn't handle" Clive replied passing Owen at the entrance
Inside the Butcher stood and waited for Clive to dumped the slave down on floor in front of him, he but his foot on Dean's throat and pressed lightly as he looked at the slave before him "The House of Aleksandrov, so this is the stolen slave, the usual rates don't apply to this one"
"What, our master is already making a lose" Owen replied knowing Maximillion wouldn't be happy
"Then you better find someone else to buy him" the Butcher knew that no one else would buy the slave and that was the only reason they were knocking on his door.
"How much?" Owen asked
"Fifty thousand"
Clive and Owen exchange a look "You'll make twice as much from his blood alone" Owen replied
"Take it or leave it" the Butcher replied removing his foot from Dean's throat allowing Dean to gasp much needed air
"Ok you have a deal" Owen replied
The Butcher clicked his fingers and two vampires stepped forward from the shadows "Strip him and but in him one of the cages"
One of the vampires stepped forward and grabbed Dean by his throat and the other vampire grabbed his feet, lifting him they carried out into the next room, the first vampire who had hold of Dean's throat held him tightly while the second cut thru the washing line and started to remove Dean's clothing, once Dean's feet was free he kicked out making it harder for the vampire, "Hold him still will yer" the second vampire shouted out. The first vampire pressed even harder on Dean's windpipe.
Dean gasped for air, grabbing for the vampire's hands that was around his neck he stopped his relentless kicking out, his need for air and staying conscious over rode everything else, his vision started to waver and darkness came soon after.
Once the slave had stopped struggling, the first vampire released his throat and helped the second one to get him inside the small confined cage labelled number 24 "Welcome to your new home" the second one laughed as they left.
TBC