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BLOOD CARTEL

Chapter Fifty-Two

The fire ball that escaped the church exploded outwards sending Sam and Jackson flying backwards towards the parked limousine. The ferocity of the force slammed Sam's head against the boot; feeling nausea he fought against the dark fog that was trying to engulf him as he slide off the boot and onto the cold ground. Painfully Sam shook his head to break free of the fog before looking around, he could see that the church was still on fire, that the wind was blowing slightly in the night air, that Jackson was already on his feet and running towards Pierre's approaching truck, waving his arms and shouting out as Pierre pulled his truck to a stop. He could smell his singed skin and hair as it filled his nostrils, feel the soreness of his burnt skin, feel the start of a splitting headache but sound he heard nothing but an unearthly silence. Steadily climbing to his feet as he looked back at the burning church, his belief in God was slowly diminishing with every passing second, if there was a God why would he let this happened in his own house, why would he let Dean die when he had saved so many lives? Well if God wasn't going to help then it was down to him, slowly preparing himself he started to walk towards the burning door of the church

Pierre pulled up, ignoring Jackson he looked passed him and for a moment he sat motionless mesmerised by the burning church, the sound of the passenger side door opening and slamming as Lucy exited made him snapped out of it. Climbing out Pierre headed towards Jackson "Dean?"

Jackson turned back to see Sam heading for the church door "No" it was suicide, he couldn't let Sam risk his life

Sam carried on oblivious to Jackson's warning, Dean was alive he knew it, he shrug off the hand that suddenly grabbed his shoulder pulling him back

Jackson shook his head as a sign of no hope "He's in the church"

Pushing back the thought that this was his fault Pierre's eyes once again locked onto the burning church and the lone figure of Sam walking towards the burning door "Sam, Sam, no" it was suicide, nobody else was going to die because of him

Oblivious to Pierre and Jackson running towards him Sam carried on, Dean was alive he knew it; he tried to struggle out of the hands that were grabbing hold of him, pulling him down onto the ground, away from saving his brother "Dean, I have to save him, if it was me in there he would save me"

Together they manhandled Sam to the ground, once Sam had stopped struggling Pierre released him and knelt down in front blocking Sam's view of the burning church; he saw the desperation him in the young man eyes he didn't want to admit that it was hopeless but he had to be realistic "Sam, it's no use"

Sam's ears were buzzing slightly a sure sign that his hearing was returning but he still needed to read Pierre's lips and he wanted revenge "that son of a bitch Campbell where is he" he wanted to rip Campbell apart with his own bare hands

Jackson looked up towards the hillside where his father had been standing minutes before but now he was nowhere in sight which was bad news

Seeing were Jackson was looking Sam climbed to his feet what he was contemplating was murder, Campbell had to die for killing his brother, running to the impala's boot as fast as his battered body would allow he soon found what he wanted a gun, it wasn't just any gun it was Dean's favourite gun, making sure it was loaded he head off towards the hill with Jackson and Pierre hot on his heels. Lucy watched them go; she didn't follow instead she stay there and looked around the back of the church.

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With burning hands Nikolay pushed his body up forcing the block of wood that was lying across his back to slide off. The air was gone and the heat was intense he could feel his skin peeling or maybe it wasn't his skin. "Dean" he called out, just before the beam fell he had through Dean out of the way hopefully to safety

"Nikolay" Lord Ivan's voice sounded croaky, he didn't much care for the vampire but Vladimir did and his loyalty lay with the old master, he moved through the burning rumble to find him "Dean's in bad shape but alive, the other slaves are dead"

In the vestry what little air there was, was thin. Leaning against the wall Dean's tortured lungs breathed in the thick smoke filled air slowly, his limps ached and his side was on fire with pain. He moved his hand away to see that his fingers were covered in blood. Suddenly a pain filled scream came from the room next door, painfully Dean pushed himself up with one hand whilst the other covered his wounded side, not daring to touch his surrounding he staggered and swayed a little into the next room. Dean couldn't believe his sore smoke filled eyes "Leave him alone, you sick bastard" Dean choked out. When Vladimir ignored him Dean stepped forward "I swear to god if you touch him again"

On his knees his pray immobilized Vladimir stopped feeding on Father Patrick McNally and turned to look at Dean, his mouth and fangs covered in the father's blood, he snarled at Dean "God left the building a long time ago"

"Please help me" the priest whimpered out to Dean as if he was his saviour

There was no way he could save the priest he hadn't the strength to take on Vladimir and the vampire needed to feed to gain some strength, the priest's blood was no way as rich and as nourishing as his "Feed on me"

Vladimir hesitated licking his fangs with the tip of his tongue, he could smell Dean's sweet blood oozing from his body and it was tempting but he needed more than Dean could offer

"No, you're too weak and we need to feed" Nikolay's voice spoke weakly as he entered the vestry

Dean turned to see at badly burnt Nikolay leaning heavily against Lord Ivan "what, no" he couldn't hide his shock. The word "we" repeated in his head, they were going to feed on the priest "you can't"

Up to now the vestry had with stood the raging fire that had swept through the rest of the church, hearing the burning beams creaking overhead Lord Ivan stepped forward they had literally minutes before the vestry roof collapsed on them "We don't have time for this we need to feed and quickly"

Dean looked at the priest and then back at Nikolay "you'll kill him"

"Better him then us" with that Vladimir sunk his teeth into the priest neck, there was a screams of pain and horror as Lord Ivan and Nikolay attached the priest like an hungry pack of wolves

Unable to watch as they ripped the priest open sucking his life force from him Dean turned squeezing his eyes shut at the sight, closing himself off to the priest's desperate screams of pain

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Campbell watched a satisfied smirk on his lips as the church became one huge bonfire but there was sadness in his eyes for his lost daughter. He killed the vampires that had torched their home but that still it wasn't enough; it hadn't filled the emptiness he felt growing inside of him, he still wanted more. Picking up his machete Campbell took a step forward down the hill towards the burning inferno, ready to decapitate any escaping vampires.

Storming up the hill Sam saw Campbell heading down, he wasn't a killer but right now he was blinded by rage and anger. He could feel the heat of the burning church on side of his face; the smoky air filled his lungs, the thought of his brother trapped and burning to dead inside fuelled his need for revenge

Pierre struggled to keep up with Sam's long strides as they headed towards Campbell "Sam, slow down, this is not the way, let the law take care of Campbell"

"No" was Sam's answer as he tightened his grip on his brother's gun, he wanted to look Campbell in the eye, he wanted to know why he hated slaves so much that they had to die before he pulled the trigger

Jackson limped half heartedly along behind Sam and Pierre; seeing his father stop a few yards in front of them he dreaded yet another confrontation with his father. In the glow of the from burning church he could see his father's staring at him, that you're a disappointment and your worthless expression was chiseled into his face for him to see. In the past he had lowered his eyes, looked away in shame but not this time, defiantly he showed his father he didn't care what he thought about him

Every muscle in Sam's was tense with anger and hate, lifting the gun he pointed it at Campbell "I wanna to know why you son of a bitch before I put a bullet in your head"

"Because their fifth" Campbell answer was directed at Jackson "They roll over like dogs and let the vampires feed on them, tell them Jackson what a cheap whore you are? How you laid with them in bed, how you let them fuck you"

"No" Jackson sprang forward to his defence "Why won't you accept the truth it was Becky not me"

"Your sister won't, she had always been a good girl" there were tears in Campbell's eyes "and you killed her"

"No" Jackson shock his head "you did" Jackson turned to Sam and Pierre "My father did a job for some hunters, burning a nest; he didn't do his research properly because some of the vampires had gone on a hunting trip. They came after him but found me and Becky instead, they took us as slaves, to replace their lost blood bank" Jackson looked back at his father "After months my father eventually tracked us down, by that time my sister..."

"Don't you dare" ignoring the gun pointed at him Campbell stepped forward "she was your baby sister you were suppose to take care of her, not let some monster turn her into... " his voice trailed off

"She was hooked on blood, in love with one of the vamps; she didn't want to be rescued so dad went inside to pull her out, they fought"

"She'd rather be with it then me" Campbell's voice was soft

Dad grabbed hold off her and pushed her but she lost her balance and she fell down the stairs breaking her neck"

"It wasn't my fault, she won't leave, she wasn't my Becky anymore she belonged to it" Campbell turned towards Sam "You'll thank me in the end, just you wait and see"

"You bastard" Sam tightened his grip around the gun he was seconds away from pulling the trigger when all of a sudden there was a loud bang, all eyes turned towards the burning church

Lowering the gun Sam breathed out his brother's name "Dean"

TBC