Vasha's Quarters
The boys walked followed Vasha up to her quarters in silence. When they got to the top floor, Vasha stopped before a dark tinted glass door and punched in a security code. The doors slid open silently, when they entered the room they were once again awed by the sheer size and décor. The room was huge it ran from one side of the Dojo to the other with a giant double sky light one thru the roof of the building one thru the floor so that the light wasn't blocked. The walls were covered with magnificent murals of mountains on the north wall behind the king size sleigh bed and dresser. On the East wall, a castle with a few knights and man with a crown, standing next to him was a woman who looked suspiciously like Vasha. The West wall had images of different men and women in all kinds of positions and poses; some had weapons, swords, spears, shields, and maces. Some were just posing as if they were with the artist. Then Sam saw an image of Dean he was sitting on a bed similar to the one in the room. He had his shirt off but was in his jeans, and had a smirk on his face. Dean was shocked to see an image of his father on the wall; he was sitting in his truck holding his journal. Fortunately Sam figured out which side of the wall was for "lovers" and which side was "friends".
"Vasha, you know our Father?" Dean asked pointing to the picture.
"That's your Father, Johnny is your Dad. Huh. Lucky for you he's just a good friend and any way I haven't seen him in close to fifteen years." She said walking over to Dean and the mural.
"How did you get Dean to hold still long enough to paint him?" Sam asked looking at his brother's image.
"I didn't get him to hold still I've got several pictures of him." She said watching Dean run his hand across his throat at her response, and laughing.
"Oh, really." Sam said with a look of interest on his face.
"Oh, relax Dean, nobody but me will ever see those pictures, at least as long as your alive any way." Vasha told Dean who was shaking his head.
"What do you mean by that?" Dean asked looking into her eyes again.
"That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you two about." She said looking back at him.
Vasha went to the South wall and entered the kitchen, where she picked up a paring knife and clean dishtowel, and then beckoned the boys into the kitchen.
"Come here boys I am not getting blood on my living room floor." She said stepping into the doorway. "It'll scare the kids downstairs." She finished, heading back into the kitchen.
"What?" They both said following her into the kitchen.
The kitchen was white and covered in steel appliances, with Four foot by four foot Island in the center. There was a large double basin sink against the East wall of the kitchen with a large panoramic view of the street below. The floor was checkered linoleum on the West wall there was a large professional refrigerator, as well as a professional gas stove and oven.
"Dean how old do you think I am?" asked rocking back on her heel and spreading her arms as if she was a prize.
"Um, hmmm, Twenty – Five, maybe Thirty." He said looking her up and down.
"Thirty! I don't think so, boy, but never mind that. Dean I am so much older than you and Sam put together." She said coming off her heel. "I am Eight hundred and Twenty- five years old Dean."
"Haahahahahah." Dean laughed. "You're joking… right?" He said stepping back in amazement.
"No Dean I'm not joking, I was born in England in eleven eighty three and I died for the first time in twelve oh six, and in nineteen oh four I came here to Shrevton, Colorado, where in Nineteen oh Six I murdered my husband, for killing my maid and lover Jade Morgan." She told him looking out the window above the sink.
"What do you mean First Death?" Sam asked standing close to Dean.
"I am Immortal, Sam, it activates or comes into effect only after we are killed in some violent manner, after that first death we stop aging and become immune to disease, and we can not be killed by any normal means , at least not permanently, what I mean is We do die but we come back, we always come back." She answered carefully, turning to look at the brothers.
"Prove it." Dean told her.
"All right, but I'm not killing myself, coming back hurts like a bitch." She replied taking the knife off the island and setting it against her arm. Gritting her teeth, she pushed the knife into her flesh at the elbow and then pulled it down her arm, the blood spilling and running off her arm and dropping to the floor with a heavy sound that blood makes as it hits the tile. When she reached her wrist, she stopped and pulled the knife out of her arm and tossed it into the sink. She waited about a full minute before grabbing the dishtowel and wiping the blood from her arm.
"See I told you I'm Immortal, and I will not die, at least not permanently." She told them as she showed them the non-existent wound on her arm, there was only a light scar from that wound, but that was fading fast.
"Okay, so you're immortal, what does that have to do with the house?" Dean asked after taking a deep gulp of air after watching a woman he had been intimate with cut her arm and reveal that she was immortal.
"Look dumb ass, did you miss what I said three minutes ago, In Nineteen oh six, I killed my husband the owner of the Shrevman house, the spirit that killed Jason Argon." Vasha sarcastically said, tossing the dishtowel into the sink with the knife. "Never mind the fact that, that House belongs to me now." She finished with her temper rising.
"Yeah, I remember, but c'mon it's not everyday that a man finds out he's slept with an immortal now is it?" Dean replied with disbelief in his voice.
"Tell us what happened." Sam broke in.
"All right, but for that man we are going to the living room, I hate seeing all this blood." Vasha told them quickly heading out to the living room.
Okay chapter done, I will be going into flash back in the next chapter but first I have to do some serious research into important events and what Colorado looked like in 1906. so please forgive me if the next chapter takes a bit of time. Please read & review I need ya'lls input here. Because I know my sentence structure is off, because about 4 yrs ago I had a Brain Aneurysm and a stroke to boot. So let me know what I need to improve, I'd like to write professionally, But I can't do that if I don't know what's wrong. Thanks SlvrTgr99