Part Seven: Between What's Right And Wrong
"What?" Lucas mumbled, feeling a strange tingling in his body.
"I knew you would come…" the woman said wickedly, walking towards the pair.
"You stay away from him!" Imogen shouted, standing up, trying to protect the last of her family.
"Get out of the way, crone!" the woman cried, and with a wave of her hand, Imogen was thrown to the side.
"Grandma!" Lucas screamed but he couldn't move, something was rooting him to the spot.
"And now it's complete…" the banshee said, as she placed her face in front of the boy's.
"No! Take me instead, just leave him…just leave him…" Imogen wailed, as she struggled to get back onto her feet.
"You thought you could escape but you can't…"
"I don't understand…what is going on?" Lucas muttered, staring into the eyes of his family's killer.
The banshee stared into the boy's clear eyes and started to smile, "you poor fool."
"You monster! You killer!" Imogen yelled so loud, her frail throat threatened to rip open.
"What!" the banshee screeched, whipping around to face the woman.
"You heard me…" Imogen spat.
"Don't forget, you killed my son first…I'm just repaying you the blood debt you left," the banshee said quietly.
"You killed my whole family!"
"I wasn't the one that pulled the trigger," the banshee said slowly, relishing the woman's pain. It almost soothed her own.
And as the full impact of the words hit her, Imogen started to think back to that night and she remembered the transformations, how painful they were and the blood…so much blood. Beforehand, they had all decided to go deep into the woods, so they wouldn't hurt anyone but it had happened so quickly, they had changed and her husband and sons were gone, lost to the beasts inside. So she had no choice, she had to what she had to do to protect herself, her daughter, Orla and most of all Lucas. She had to.
"What is she saying?" Lucas murmured, looking at the sole surviving member of his family.
Imogen couldn't answer the boy, how could she say it, how?
"She shot them…your grand-dad, your uncles and your father," the banshee said, laughing gently.
"I had to, Lucas…oh Lord, please forgive me…"
"And my mother?" the boy whispered, the feeling coming back to his body.
"She loved you so much but after your father, she was broken, her heart just couldn't live without him…But she wanted to protect you, that's why she left, that's why Katelin took your away, that's why I stayed away," the old woman pleaded, walking towards her grandson.
But Lucas' head was somewhere else, he felt like he was looking down on the whole scene. Just an observer to this horrific life…
"As long as you never touched Irish soil, the curse couldn't get you…but now…oh Lucas…I wish…" Imogen babbled.
"You wish what?" the banshee snapped.
But the old woman ignored her, "I wish for another life for you, Lucas, because you don't deserve this."
Lucas tried his best to feel the comfort that his grandmother was trying to give but he couldn't take it, not when he knew what his fate was.
"Awww…how sweet both of you are," the banshee cackled, her red mane blowing in the wind that was picking up.
"Get away from us, you've done what you wanted hag!" Imogen yelled, she wasn't scared. People only fear things because they fear what they can lose but she had already lost everything.
"Don't say things, you don't mean…"
"Why not?"
"Do you know why I kept you alive all these years, old woman?" the banshee asked, looking at the woman with evil eyes, "because I wanted to see you suffer, because I wanted to see you each day, slowly breaking apart. I wanted you to know, how it feels to be alone, I wanted you to know what you did to me…"
"And that's exactly why you are alone…because all you ever think about is yourself," Imogen said, looking at the banshee as if staring down the barrel of the gun.
"This whole time, this curse, isn't to avenge your son but to make yourself feel better. You're a greedy being and no amount of murder and revenge will ever fill that selfish heart of yours. So do what you want because at the end of the day, all you have is a whole eternity to rot in your own misery."
Lucas looked over to at the woman in green and for an instance; he thought he saw a tear peeking at him from her left eye.
"Come on, Lucas, I'll make us a cup of tea," his grandma said cheerfully, taking his hand in hers.
"But what about the curse…what about…"
"Hush now, child. I'll think of something…" Imogen whispered softly, pulling him down the path.
The banshee stood defeated for a second before she raised her hand slowly into the air, and shut her fist sharply like she was squeezing a lemon.
"Aaargghhh…" the old woman cried out, falling to her knees.
The world was turning blurry and the light was fading fast, she was dying. Imogen tried to grab onto her grandson and say her final words to him but the banshee's grip was too strong, too quick.
"Grandma!" Lucas screamed but it was too late, as she hit the ground, she was already gone. He was alone, the last of the O'Neills.
"What did you do then?" Sam asked quietly, watching as the tears streamed down the boy's face.
"The only thing I could do," Lucas replied, "go home."
"Did you ever tell Robin?"
"No…I should of but I couldn't."
"You could tell her now?"
"And how would that help?" Lucas said fiercely, wiping the tears viciously away from his face.
"Doesn't she deserve to know?" Dean declared, racking his brains for a solution.
"She deserves to live and not knowing is the best way of protecting her," Lucas answered.
"You think you're protecting her?" Dean retorted, "this girl has gone half way across the country hunting you down. She doesn't need your protection, she needs an answer, she needs you to trust her."
"I do trust her! I love her. But if she knows, she'll stay with me, stay with me till the end…"
"And that's a bad thing!"
"It is when I'm going to kill her!" Lucas shouted, feeling his throat burn from the force of his voice.
"You don't know that…we could find a solution, we could find a way out of this," Sam pleaded.
"There isn't a way out. That thing is never going to let me go. It's over."
"Look, just give us a couple of days, we'll find something…" Sam said quickly, flicking through books in his head.
"I don't have a couple of days, tonight is the full moon…" Lucas said, knowing there was only one option left.
"We still have some time, don't give up yet…we can do something," Sam announced, standing up.
"There is something you can do…" Lucas said softly, staring at Dean, knowing he knew what he meant.
Sam gazed at the two men as their eyes connected, reading each other's mind and feeling the task ahead of them.
"What do you want us to do?" Sam asked tentatively, feeling the tension cutting his face.
"I want you to kill me…" Lucas said, his eyes never leaving Dean's. This was the man that would do it, this was his saviour.
Writer's Note: I'm glad, you're liking this Pure. Almost finished writing it now...