Dearest Readers,
Here is the next chapter for Holy Water, I do hope you enjoy it! Things get pretty intense in this episode and I think it's time we start to unravel just why Persie left the demigod world and is now hunting with the boys.
Also- another update: Holy Water will now be updated every Monday and Thursday, I just happen to be late to post this chapter after getting a set plan for updating yesterday.
As always, let me know what you think!
XOXO Ally Layne.
Holy Water
Chapter 20: The Vamp Tramp Named Lucy
Saving someone who doesn't want to be saved is definitely not an easy task. Persie was realizing just how difficult a task this was for her as Dean charged down the alley in the direction that the dying man had pointed.
"Dafuq," Persie grumbled, before sparing Sam a glance as he tried to stop the blood coming from the man's ripped out throat.
Why did Dean think it was a good idea to run after that vamp tramp, again?
Oh wait, he probably didn't think at all.
Persie ran after the eldest Winchester, Riptide ready in her hand. She wondered briefly if the vampire would turn to dust like the other monsters that she hunted in years previous, or if it would turn them back into humans just like it did with the demons…
But she was willing to find out.
"C'mon! Free lunch!"
Did he really just-
"Dean!"
Yes, he really did.
There, Dean was about to get bitten in the neck by that vamp tramp. As she closed her jaw into his skin, Dean's hand wrapped up to her own neck, plunging the Dead Man's Blood into her system and sending the vampire to the ground, convulsing before passing out cold.
"Wooh!" Dean let out, followed by a few deep breaths.
She was going to kill him.
Persie immediately ran to Dean's side and checked his neck for herself. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at?"
He had the gall to look confused. "What?"
"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?" Sam's voice echoed as he made it to where they were standing.
"Ah, that's just chum in the water," He shrugged off with a smile back on his face. "Worked, didn't it?"
Sam looked weary at his words, but he looked back at the vampire with a sigh.
Persie grabbed Dean's arm, eyeing the cut he made with his machete. "This what you mean by chumming the water, Hotshot?" She groaned. "You're starting to become worse than me at seaweed-brained ideas."
Dean looked down at her with a smirk. "What, you worried 'bout me or something?"
She glared. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. You just charged out at the vamp tramp with no abandon and didn't think twice before you used your own blood to draw her out," she scolded, crossing her arms. Then, before pausing, she realized, "Dear gods, I'm starting to sound like Annabeth."
Sam let out a long-suffering sigh. "We better get her out of here before she wakes up."
Dean nodded in agreement, and the brothers took care of the passed out woman as sirens were heard in the distance.
Persie looked to Sam. "You patched him up?"
He nodded. "I wasn't going to leave him to die."
They made their way back to their base camp, an abandoned motel, in dead silence.
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The nasty motel room was almost as dark as the night, thanks to the mattresses that were set against the windows, blocking all light from entering. The boys quickly tied the vampire to a chair and sat her under the single light in the living space, and waited.
As the sun rose, peeking out from above the mattresses and the closed curtains, they waited for the vampire to wake up.
The vampire was actually very beautiful. Her curly blonde hair and nearly flawless skin made Persie understand just why she was chosen to be made into a vampire. It seemed to become her, the way that the monster infection spread through her veins, making everything that was pretty before only hauntingly attractive now.
She was a predator, Persie had to remind herself.
Vampires used their looks to lure in their prey.
While Sam and Dean were circling the vamp tramp, Persie was sitting on the dresser with her phone in her hand. Annabeth had texted her earlier and she needed to do her friend duties and let her know she was still alive.
Sup, Annie. How goes it?
The woman in the middle of the room began to moan.
Persie shoved her phone in her pocket and watched as her eyes started to blink open.
"You with us?" Dean asked, tilting his body to look down at the woman almost mockingly. She began to struggle against the bonds, looking between the two men in half fear, half anger. At least her teeth weren't out. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere."
The woman fought against the restraints, before letting out a moan.
"Where's you nest?" Sam asked, standing before her. His height was obviously intimidating to her as she struggled harder.
"What?" She cried out. Persie was sure she almost seemed… confused.
"Your nest… where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out," Dean told her. He stopped in front of her as well, next to Sam.
"I don't know what you're talking about! Please! I don't feel so good."
Persie felt something in her heart reach out for the woman, understanding that she was probably terrified. Something didn't seem right about having her here. She wasn't a blood sucking vamp tramp- she seemed to be too sincere.
Dean grinned down at the woman, holding up a syringe full of a red substance. "Yeah? Well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of deadman's blood."
She looked over at Sam, who had taken a few steps back to let his brother do his thing. The woman looked to see Persie at the side, and started to beg, "Just let me go!"
Persie pursed her lips.
This was harder to watch than she thought.
Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "Hey, you look at me, not her!" He barked, and the woman looked back at Dean with wide eyes. "We can't let you go, you know that."
"I'm telling you the truth!" She cried. "I'm just… I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!"
Persie believed her. "Took something?"
Dean's glare that he threw in her direction did nothing to keep her from looking at the poor woman in perseverance. She knew that he didn't want her to interrupt, but the human in her couldn't help it.
"Yes!" She frantically spoke, struggling more at the bonds. "I can't come down. I just want to come down."
Sam put his hands on his knees to get closer to her height. "What's your name?"
"Lucy," she insisted. "Please, just let me go."
Sam and Persie shared a look over the girl. "Lucy, if you tell us what happened, we will let you go," Persie spoke, vaulting herself off the dresser and walking to stand at the woman's side. "We'll help you."
Again, she narrowly avoided Dean's glare that he threw her way.
"You will?" Lucy looked up at Dean then Sam, who nodded, though Dean did nothing but stand there, looking gruffly over at Persie. "Uh, I don't really… uhm, it's not that clear. I was at Spider."
"Spider?" Confusion was ridden in Sam's voice.
"The club on Jefferson. And there was this guy… he was buying me drinks."
Persie let out a low groan. "I don't like where this is going."
Sam ignored her words, before prodding, "This guy…" he cut in, "What did he look like?"
"He was old, like thirty," Lucy started to explain. Dean rolled his eyes as Persie stifled a snort. "He had brown hair, a leather jacket. Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer… he had something for me."
"Something?" Persie asked, looking down at the woman with wide eyes. "Just what was this something?"
Lucy shook her head. "Something new, said it was better than anything you've ever tried. He put a few drops in my drink."
"Was the drug red and thick?" Sam guessed.
This time, Lucy nodded.
"Well, genius move there!" Dean exclaimed. "That was vampire blood he dosed you with."
"What?" She asked in sheer disbelief.
"Dean…" Persie tried to intervene.
"You just took a big shot of the nastiest virus out there."
Lucy shook her head violently, before starting to struggle more with her bonds. "You're crazy! He just gave me roofies or something! No… the next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, to just wait. But I get so hungry."
"So you busted out?" Dean asked.
She nodded. "But it won't wear off… whatever he gave me."
"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurts your skin?"
Lucy looked at him oddly. "Yeah… and smells. I can… hear blood pumping."
Dean's brows raised. "I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again."
Persie rolled her eyes. Sweetheart.
"Not mine, yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop!"
Persie leaned back against the dresser. She knew that this was going to be hard, that this woman was technically already dead, but… still, it was sad to see something so innocent turn so terrible.
She knew what that felt like.
Dean's voice cut straight through her mopey thoughts. "It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people. Almost three."
Lucy's eyes widened in fear. "No! I… I couldn't. I was just hallucinating!"
"You killed them, alright?" Dean started to become annoyed. "We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you."
"No, no, it wasn't real!" She denied, continuing to frantically shake her head. "It was the drug, please! Please, you have to help me!"
This time, Lucy looked straight to Persie.
"Please!"
Persie's eyes widened as she looked down at the woman, only to be saved by Dean grabbing her shoulder softly and leading her out of the room.
"Please!"
Sam, Dean, and Persie walked into the next room, ignoring the calls from Lucy begging them not to go.
"Poor girl," Sam said as he glanced back at her before shutting the door.
Persie sighed, leaning up against the wall and coincidentally against Dean's side. "It's a shit situation, but even I don't have the resources to stop her and bring her back. She's in too deep at this point."
Dean wrapped an arm around her, noticing how she was looking far off as if she was watching something in the distance. He squeezed her side, making her lean into him even more.
This was seriously bothering her, he noticed.
"We don't have a choice," he said grimly.
Dean squeezed Persie's side one more time before letting go of her and her warmth, grabbing the cold handle of his machete. And nodding to his brother, before entering the room where the lonely woman waited.
Persie closed her eyes, trying to ignore the screams and sudden silence that followed.
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"We need a blonde woman," Persie said the next night as they made their way through the dance floor. They were in the club Spider Lucy had told them about the day before, and she was hazardously pulling at the ends of her dress that she thought might lure something out of the shadows.
But when one has two giant males at her side, it's kinda hard to get anything started with really anyone.
She let out a sigh.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, miss dark hair, where are we gonna find one of those?"
She looked up at him with a raised brow. "Did you forget my best friend is blonde?"
Sam seemed to perk up. "Annabeth?"
Persie let out a little chuckle. "Yeah, blonde hair, grey eyes, super smart- the total package, right Sammy?"
Dean let out a laugh as she punched the younger Winchester's shoulder before going to the bar to grab them some drinks, and felt a real smile across his face at the blush that fell onto Sam's cheeks. "Sam, you dog."
Sam looked at his brother incredulously. "Yeah, like you're the one to talk." It just took one pointed look in Persie's direction to shut his brother up.
"Shut up."
Persie felt both their eyes on her back and turned to look at them in curiosity. "What?" She mouthed, before turning at giving the bartender their orders and waiting as patiently as one like her could.
"Dude, you have it bad."
"Sammy, I said shut up."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Later, after not seeing anything happen for a couple hours in the club, the trio made their way out and back into the night where they started walking around the streets to see if they could see anything like the other night.
"That was a big, fat waste of time," Dean grumbled.
Persie shrugged. "I got some numbers, so I'm okay with it," she said, looking daringly up at Dean. "What, did no one take a liking to you?"
His eyes sharpened into a glare. "Who gave you their number?"
Sam sighed. "Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here," Sam cut in, trying to stop whatever they were going to start arguing about from unfolding. "This is the hunting ground."
Persie stopped in her tracks as she noticed a thirty-something year old man striding into an alley with a young blonde woman on his arm. She elbowed Dean in the gut and nodded toward the scene.
Sam and Dean both noticed as well, before giving each other a nod and walking into the alley after them. Persie sighed, taking off her heels, before pulling out Riptide. Someone had to go save those boys's necks, and it wasn't gonna be Bela.
Ugh, why did she even have to go there?
She ran after the boys as they caught the vamp with a dropper of his blood, just about to let it fall onto the willing girl's tongue. Dean quickly ran forward and grabbed the man's arm, pulling it down and away from the girl, before punching the vamp in the face.
Sam pulled the girl away, pushing her down the alley as Persie gripped Riptide and stared down the undead man.
"Get out of here!" Sam ordered the girl. "Go, go!"
The vampire caught sight of the blade and his eyes widened enough for Persie to realize he recognized it. "Demigod," he muttered, before turning back to Dean and hurling him into the brick wall before taking off.
"Dean!" Sam shouted, running out to his brother to help him- the opposite direction of Persie, who ran after the vamp in pursuit.
Sam hurried over to Dean, who reassured him. "I'm good." He was breathing heavily, but nearly stopped when he realized that Persie wasn't there with them. "Where's Persie?"
Sam paused.
The seconds of silence was enough for Dean.
He started to run in the direction Persie and the vamp had disappeared in. "Come on!"
Only, they were stopped as soon as they could try and figure out what direction Persie ran off in, as two figures were standing there with guns pointing at them.
Dean bit back a curse. Gordon, a hunter they'd had run-ins with before, was there with his partner.
He cursed as they opened fire, and grabbed Sam and shoved him around the corner and away from the range of the other men. Sam looked at Dean in frustration, and the elder brother shared the same look.
Since when had he been out of prison?
Dean knew they were taking the moment to reload their guns, and if they didn't do something fast, then they would be swiss cheese in the next few minutes.
But where the hell was Persie?
Was she okay?
He shook off the the thought, before turning back to his brother. He couldn't help her now. He had to trust that she was good enough to take on the vamp or to find her way back to the motel.
"Alright," Dean said. "Run, I'll go draw them off."
"What? You're crazy!"
Dean just smirked, mock saluting his brother, before darting out back into the line of fire. He leapt onto a car and over a second story parking lot entrance as Gordon's partner ran after him.
Sam did what he was trained to do since birth- and he listened to his brother.
Not knowing just who, and what he left behind.