A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
The rain poured in blinding sheets but Dean was able to keep the trail within sight. He held Brooklyn's hand as they started through the steep narrow canyons. The settlement was still two days to the West and the rain would give them an advantage. The relentless torrents continued washing away the human's scent and tracks leaving nothing behind. Brooklyn started to shiver as the rain was a cold merciless one, drenching her clothing and hair and chilling her to the bone. Dean could feel his human's plight driving him to find a dry warm place. The area was renowned for its countless adobes and alcoves in the cliffs. The vampire kept his keen eye to the cliff walls looking for the signs of civilization. They needed a something high and large.
Brooklyn felt her fingers go numb then her arms and toes from the icy invasion. She knew it was the beginnings of hypothermia and had to warm up. Though she wouldn't die from it, it wouldn't be any better to suffer through it. The loss of speech and motor skills would begin setting in then worsen before the body's organs shut down.
"Dean…" Dean stopped at the sound of his human's distress. The vampire turned around to see her shivering uncontrollably and realized she was in trouble.
"Brook," he lifted her in his arms and wrapped the cloak he wore over her body then hurried down the trail. He had to find shelter soon or watch her suffer. Though the vampire was aware of the fact she couldn't die, Dean refused to let her endure further agony after being in the cruel hands of Alaric.
"Don't worry, I'll find shelter," He reassured her. Brooklyn only nodded and closed her eyes as exhaustion set in. It was turning difficult to keep awake as her body started succumbing to the elements. Dean felt her body start to shut down and quickened his step. His eyes continued scanning the walls of the canyon until they landed on an abandoned alcove ahead. Hope surged through his body as he weaved around the jutting rocks and past the falling rocks. The rain blended with sleet as Dean reached the bottom of the cliff. His sharp jade pools followed the solid stone wall until they landed on the massive alcove.
The vampire repositioned his human over his shoulder and bent his knees. When he reached the count of three, Dean sprang upward using all the energy coiled in his body. He latched onto the tiny ledge about a hundred feet above and balanced his body and Brooklyn's before he started to climb the last 50 feet up. As the vampire dug a hand into the worn rock, he felt his human weakly wrap her arms and legs around his chest and waist.
"Go," she said from beneath the cloak. Her voice was quiet and weak but determined. Dean nodded and continued up the cliff as the rain was pelting them both in frozen stinging pellets. The vampire quickly realized the worn grooves he was gripping were there for climbing and put in by the people who once inhabited these canyons.
Dean blocked the cold out and reached the edge of the alcove. With every muscle he had, the vampire hoisted up and over into the chasm. Brooklyn could sense they were out of the cold and rain but couldn't move as the hypothermia had taken hold of her body, locking her muscles in place and preventing her from responding.
"Brook we made it," the vampire whispered. He heard her groan and took it as her way of acknowledging him. Dean stood up and scanned the surroundings and spotted a few jars and a kiva to the right. The foundations of a long neglected pueblo were concealed in darkness. Dean was hesitant to leave his human but fire was crucial and there was no wood to be seen. Feeling the stabbing chill racing through his body, Dean hurried and started searching the old remains.
Alaric watched the witch draw the ancient symbols on the bare wooden floor. Her slender fingers traced the chalk with swift fluid motions. The instrument was made not of talc but human bone, ground into a fine dust then blended with the urine and blood of the same poor soul. The basement was the best location to conduct the ritual given it had to be carried out close to the underworld. Every sigil and line had to be aligned perfectly for even if one thing was out of balance in the very least it wouldn't work.
"There," she rose to face the vampire. "It is ready."
"Excellent," the vampire flashed a brilliant smile then shoved the pouch against the woman. "Now get moving."
He couldn't wait to have his slave back. The other slaves were poor substitutes as he fucked and fed from them. Their blood wasn't pure and intoxicating like hers. Their blood was more like cheap watered down whiskey. The slaves who were the unlucky souls to receive the wrath of the vampire broke instantly or their bodies were of poor stature and ripped upon the first strike. Alaric pulled away from his thoughts to turn his attention to the witch who was now standing in the center of the circle. The candles were spaced exactly six feet from each other and made of the fat of a dead man. The air hung heavy with the odor of burning flesh but it was necessary for what was about to transpire.
"I call upon thee daughter of Anu," she recited in the long deceased tongue. "I call upon you….Rise and help your servant! I seek the human slave named Brooklyn! Mother Lamashtu I call upon thee to help your faithful servant."
Alaric noticed nothing was occurring and looked around the room. The candle flames danced violently before going out on their own though no wind or air infiltrated the room. The basement was plunged into the darkness with the only sound being the witch's steady quiet tone which deepened and turned darker and sinister. The vampire stayed frozen in place and detected a new scent creeping up from the circle. He scrunched his face, feeling his stomach churn at the pungent hues of brimstone, sulfur and blood. An inhuman sound filtered from the other side of the room as hot sulfuric breath puffed against his throat. Something was rising, something not of this world.
Dean found dried wheat and corn in the center adobe and rushed back to his human. Brooklyn was still beneath the cloak upon his arrival and initial attempt at getting a fire started. The vampire gathered the precious tinder in a neat circle surrounded by rock then searched Brooklyn's bag and found a small pack of matches. She did think of everything.
"Brook I love you," he whispered and lit the match. He moved precariously towards the pile and held the tiny flame at the base. Dean watched the fire catch and start to rush up as soon the dark forgotten home was illuminated in light once again. The fire would need more fuel as the corn and wheat was minute. Wood would be the only thing to keep the flames burning. But Dean refused to leave his human as she was shivering uncontrollably at this point.
"I got the fire Brook," he told his human. Brooklyn couldn't respond as all motor skills were shut down.
"I know baby I know…" he said sadly. "But soon you'll be alright again. You have to fight for me just like when you fought to be with me in Texas."
The vampire pulled away the heavy soaked cloak then stripped her body down and braced it against him as he shielded her from the elements. The blazing heat of the fire rolled over Brooklyn's skin and hair, warming the icy flesh. He noticed her lips were bluish purple as her skin was ashen and pale. Dean ran his large hands over her body in the hopes she would be revived by his loving touch. As he ran his hands over and across her child skin, Brooklyn slowly began to come around.
"Dean…." She groaned through partially closed lips. Dean paused and waited until he heard her speak again.
"Dean…." The vampire smiled and obliged his human by picking up where he had left off of. The fire's warmth and continuous caressing of her lover's hands over her body pushed Brooklyn faster towards recovery. She leaned back as far as her body would allow, eager to feel the sold form of her vampire pressed tightly against hers.
I know....Ain't I a stinker?? I am sorry about the sloooow update though!!
