CHAPTER FIVE

Alana awoke to find herself in a strange room hooked to a monitor and an IV. She felt dizzy as she looked about the room, closing her eyes as the nausea swept over her.

"Sam? Dean?" she rasped her throat so dry she could hardly speak.

"Rest child." An older colored woman said as she pushed away her sweat-soaked bangs from her forehead.

"Where am I?" she whispered, refusing to sleep until she knew she was safe.

"Somewhere safe is all you need to know."

Alana felt her eyelids grow heavy as she sank back into a deep, fitful sleep, unaware of the dangers around her.

Sam and Dean were being held in another room, waiting for their test results. So far they hadn't gotten any of the conditions and were resting. Sam though, felt uneasy as he awoke from a deep sleep in agony.

"What's wrong Sam?"

"Alana. She's in pain."

Dean moves over to him, sitting on the cold cement floor, "What's happening to her?"

"She's scared Dean. She has no clue where she is and they keep drugging her. She keeps fighting them but they won't let her awake."

"Damn." He mutters, "What are we going to do?"

Sam shakes his head, the anguish she feels is so strong, that he bends over in pain and bites his lip, drawing blood.

"Sam?"

"We need to get out of here Dean. It's not safe."

Dean shakes his head, "How do we get out? We're locked in."

Sam looks to his brother, "And that's gonna stop us?"

"Dude, we're in a facility on lockdown. You really think I'm gonna mess with these people?"

"Come on Dean, she needs our help. What if it was you or I, wouldn't you want to help?"

"Yeah, but this is different."

Sam shakes his head, frustrated. "I'm getting to Alana and nothing is going to stop me."

Dean grabs his wrist, "You do this, you do know they know who we are and they have the car. We escape, we have nothing, no fake credit cards, no guns, nothing."

"I don't care Dean. I want my sister safe!"

Dean gets to his feet with his brother, Fine. Then let's do this."

They look about the room for a way to escape, finding none, Sam gets frustrated.

"Damnit Dean, what are we going to do?"

Dean is about to speak when the doors open, revealing a young woman in a very seductive, low cut black dress.

"You're going to stay put is what boys. Alana is fine, she's scared yes, but it's the transition into my world that frightens her."

"Who are you?" Dean demands.

"My name is Sakhara, lady mistress. The virus that overtook this town was caused by my minions."

"What are you?" Sam asked.

She laughed, her voice echoing off the walls, "I'm a vampire of course. But then you didn't know that did you? Your father hasn't prepared you for us."

Dean is angry, "Where is Alana?"

"Resting. She needs to rest, if not she'll die."

"Bitch." Sam says.

"Tsk tsk Sammy, what a way to treat someone who wants to help you."

"Stop Sakhara." Another voice says and another woman enters the room, her long blond hair waving about her shoulders, "Leave us child. There is much to be said to them."

"Fine sister." She said, flipping her dark hair behind her, "I'll see you all later." Leaving the room.

"Hello Sam, Dean. I'm Majestic. I'm sorry about your sister. She wasn't suppose to turn into one of us, not yet at least." She said solemnly.

"She's a vampire?" Sam asked.

Majestic nodded, "She's still in the process but her lung cancer is gone. She's resting better. I wish there was another way…" she stopped, "Your sister will be a stronger asset now that her disease is gone."

"Why?"

She looks to them, her pale blue eyes casting an eerie glow, "The demon you chase wants you all dead. It knew with Alana being ill, it had you. I intercepted and fix that problem."

"Don't you work for that demon?"

She snorted, "God no. You think all supernatural beings work for the demon? No, I'm not in allegiance with no one but myself. But I do tell you this, be very careful around Sakhara, I don't know where her allegiance is."

"Why tell us all of this?"

"Your father never told you of me need he? I met him years ago when he was much younger, before you two were born even. He was going to kill me when I saved him from the demon. This stuff has been in his life since he was a child, not just after your mother. The demon kills all that possess the gifts and Sam and I are two of many in this world. My parents died in a blaze of fire when I was just a girl."

"How long ago was that?" Dean asked.

She lifted her head high, "I was born in 1662 Dean, I was but 10 when I was left alone. At least you two have one another, I had no siblings."

"Then why help us?"

"Listen to me Dean. In order for the three of you to leave, you must trust me. I know with me being a vampire it's hard to do so, but please I don't want to see your family torn apart. I care about your father too greatly to let anything happen to his children."

Sam stepped up and took her hands amazed that they weren't cold. "I believe you Majestic."

"I know Sam. You and I have a lot in common. Dean though will have me earn his trust."

Dean sits on the floor, his mind wandering. A vampire helping them…it was ludicrous.

Majestic sighed, "Dean, Sam please come with me. Alana I awake and she wants to see you."

Dean was weary, "I don't know…"

"Come on Dean, she is awake and asking for us."

Dean knew his brother spoke the truth, so he gave in, "Alright." And got to his feet.

They left the room and entered a section that had been designed for a princess, Majestic stopped, "I wanted Alana comfortable when she awoke and had this done. She's a bit weak but in a day or two she'll be up and about."

She opens a door and leads them in; on a couch is their sister, clad in a red dress, her hair pulled away into a ponytail.

"Dean? Sam?" she says and gets to her feet, throwing herself into her brother's arms. "Where am I?"

Majestic spoke up, "You're in Youngstown, Alana. This is the old F.B.I. building. It's been closed for years."

"What happened to me?" she asked.

"Welcome to the vampire world Alana."

Alana looked at her stunned, "What?"

Sam placed a hand on her shoulder, "They made you a vampire to kill your cancer. Why didn't you tell us?"

Her shoulders slumped, "I didn't want to burden you."

Dean walked to her other side, "No matter what Alana, we're in this together."

"What now?" she asked.

Majestic walked about the room, "Now I prepare you for the demon. You must know his strengths and weaknesses. But before I do, where is your father?"

Dean shrugged, "We don't know."

She sighs, "Then we may be in trouble already."