Part Five: A Turning Point

Sam and Dean watched as the figure walked down the stairs. At the bottom, it paused and with a clap, a number of candles ignited on an alter just to the side of the brothers.

That was what I walked into, Dean thought as he eyed the black alter more closely. On it were an assortment of different objects which he didn't really recognise and placed in the centre of them was a small black vase, with carvings all over it.

As Dean studied the alter, Sam had been observing the illuminated room. It was a massive rectangle with stone columns on either side of it. And in the centre was a huge symbol of Venus in red, possibly blood.

"So how are we today?" an ominous voice called.

The brothers turned their attentions to the figure which was now in the light. It was Belle.

Damn, Dean thought to himself as he eyed the stunning woman.

Shame, she was a…well a whatever she was.

Madam walked forward again, so she was on the border of the symbol and with a movement of her hands and few inaudible words, a girl appeared in the centre of it.

She was curled up in a ball, fully clothed and Sam could hear that she was crying but only very faintly.

"Sarah," Belle whispered softly, bending down next to the girl and stroking her hair.

The missing girl, both brothers thought in their head.

Sarah made no movement to brush the woman away but kept very still.

"Come on, don't be like that. Haven't I always been kind to you?" and Belle hoisted the girl up as if she was a feather and cradled her like a baby.

But still the girl didn't speak, probably from fear, Sam thought.

"Ok, I understand, you hate me. But don't worry, the others will be here on Sunday and then it'll be all over and you won't hate me anymore."

Then Sarah, as if she was being beaten, started to wail, her tears streaming down her face, although her body remained completely still.

"Now, now, tears will ruin your pretty face, so just stop it," Belle said, wiping the girl's tears but they wouldn't stop, "fine, have it your way," and with a flick of her hand, the girl fell silent.

The brothers looked at each other, both hoping the girl wasn't dead.

Belle then got up after laying Sarah back down onto the ground. She started to walk away but then stopped and turned around again, bending down and running a finger across the girl's forehead. She then put the finger in her mouth like a chef tasting a new dish.

"Hmm…not as full as I usually like but you'll do. Such a waste though, you would have been perfect in a couple of years time," and with that she waved a hand over the girl and she disappeared again.

"The men did so love your angelic face," Belle said softly before making her way back out, the candles dying as she left.

"We'd better get out of here," Dean said quickly, trying to remember the outline of the room.

"What into the club?" Sam asked, following the sound of his brother's footsteps.

"Well the window is too high for us to climb back out of, so unless you grew wings in the past minute, come on," Dean said, as he felt the stairs in front of him. He carefully stepped up them, reaching the top; he found the door, locked.

"What about the girl?" Sam asked, squinting in the dark to locate the Venus symbol.

"There's nothing we can do now…Great," Dean said, thumping the door, "if I could see, I could pick this thing."

"Hang on," and Sam rummaged in his pockets, finding his phone. He quickly switched it on and the bright backlight shone out.

"You couldn't have brought that out before?" Dean said.

"You can never just say, 'thanks, Sam,' can you?"


Robin felt her giddiness returning, what had been in that cocktail?

She entered the largest private room, fitted with black leather couches and a glass round table in the centre with beautiful blue orchids in a vase.

"I've never seen blue ones before," she said aloud to herself, her voice sounding surprisingly high.

As she walked forward to touch the flowers, she stumbled and fell onto a nearby couch; she really was light-headed. Lying back onto the soft seat, she felt the eyes of that man on her again. She felt the longing pulsing through her body and she started to giggle, for no real reason at all.

What was wrong with her?

Robin closed her eyes and tried to focus herself again, find her sanity. She thought about her maths lessons, the monotony, the numbers, the boring exercises and eventually, she felt calmer.

She opened her eyes and stood up, looking around the room. She needed to light the candles, turn on the music…

But her mind had already started to drift and the euphoria was taking over again.


"Come on," Dean whispered, as the door opened.

The brothers quietly sneaked out of the basement and scoured the corridor for life but it was silent, there was nothing, save a dim glow at the end.

They quickly ran towards it and up the stairs and found themselves on another corridor but it was brighter, lights shining like torches all along it. Also, the noise of music and talking was audible, they were nearly home free.

"Crap," Dean growled, seeing the familiar face of the rude bouncer appear from behind a curtain.

"In here," Sam whispered, pulling his brother by the arm into the nearest door.

"Hello," a sweet voice murmured.

Both boys whirled around to find Robin lounging on the couch, an enticing look on her face.

"Hi," Dean replied, straightening up.

"Would you like a drink?" the girl asked, getting up, walking towards a side table.

"You know what, I would," Dean said, racing after the girl.

"Dean…" Sam hissed, this wasn't good.

The girl smiling, handed Dean a glass, "take a seat."

Dean nodded and sat down while admiring the girl's fine figure. She was a pretty little thing.

"Here you go," Robin said, giving another glass to Sam.

The boy nodded, "thanks."

"Why don't you come and sit down…?"

"Sam."

"Sam," Robin said, accentuating the letters with her mouth, "come and sit down," and she took his hand.

As the girl led him to the couch, Sam felt his heart beating faster for no reason. What was happening?

Robin positioned herself down between the brothers, making sure they both could see her properly, "so Sam and…?"

"Dean."

"What brings you to our club?" Robin said, eyeing the two men.

They were completely different from the other clientele of the Blue Orchid; they were younger and better looking and dressed as if they'd just walked off the street.

"Oh…just business," Dean said, choking slightly on his champagne as Robin brushed the side of his leg with her foot.

"What kind of business you involved in?" Robin said softly, turning her attention to Sam, her hand still in his.

"Umm…hunting…I mean, head hunting, you know for companies and stuff," Sam rambled, taking a big gulp of his drink.

"That's interesting. Chocolate?" Robin said, leaning forward to take a piece out of the bowl on the table.

As she did, the brothers stared at each other, what were they meant to do?

It was weird but they both felt nervous and excited around this girl, it was as if they had never known a girl before, never felt her touch, heard her voice in their ears, it was like being on a first date again.

"So you boys locals or visitors?"

"Just passing through, really," Sam answered, trying hard not to look at the girl's hand which was now stroking his.

"Oh…so where are you staying then?"

"Umm…the Phoenix."

Dean could feel a rising heat on his back and neck, it was driving him crazy.

"So do you share a room? A bed?" Robin said, her breath on Sam's cheek.

"No, we got two beds. Two big beds," Dean replied, fighting the urge to throw the girl down and have something wicked with her.

"Open up," Robin said, slotting a mouth into Dean's mouth, letting her fingers brush against his lips, "like it?"

Dean felt the dark chocolate melt on his tongue and he thought he might explode from how good it tasted. He could barely talk from the pleasure.

"Do you want one?" the girl asked, holding another chocolate in front of Sam's mouth.

He looked over at Dean who started to nod fanatically, he was definitely enjoying this too much.

"No, no. Actually, I…we want to ask you some things about another girl," Sam said, standing up like a shot.

Robin tilted her head to the side, "another girl? Don't you like my company?"

"Yes…no…I mean, just wanted to know about…about…" but Sam's head blanked, what was that girl's name?

"About who?" Robin said, putting her hand lightly onto Dean's knee, sending shivers up his spine.

"Umm…Sarah, yes, Sarah Todd," Sam finally said, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth.

"Sarah…" and Robin's mind flashed back to the photo of the girl in the newspaper.

"Did you know her?" Sam asked, seeing the sudden change on the girl's face.

"Umm…" Robin's head suddenly started to feel heavy again and she stood up.

Dean looked curiously at his brother, what was wrong with the girl? Her whole attitude had switched, even her voice was different.

"Did you know her boyfriend as well? Travis Lock?"

Yeah, the boyfriend, the frat boy, Robin thought to herself. She could already feel whatever was holding onto her, slipping away again. It was such a weird feeling like coming off a rollercoaster, from the highest and fastest ride of your life back down to reality.

"This way, gentleman," Belle's voice said, as she opened the door.

Dean jumped up, seeing the woman from before. Her eyes flicked from Sam to Dean and she glared at them for a moment before her smile returned to her face.

"Whoops, this room's full. Sorry, I must be losing my memory. Must be the old age," Belle trilled, walking back out again.

"We'd better be leaving," Dean said hurriedly, quickly slipping another chocolate into his mouth.

"Yeah, thanks," Sam said, opening the door to reveal Madam again.

"Gentlemen," Belle said, her voice hard and cold, "may I ask you what your business is here?"

She could smell from their clothes, these weren't hers. These were intruders, probably some stupid idiots off the street thinking it would be cool to sneak into her club.

"We were just leaving," Sam said, smiling weakly at the woman.

"Good idea," Belle answered, letting the two men hurry past her.

When she'd seen the two strangers disappear, she turned her attentions to Robin.

The girl seemed oblivious to the action around her, she was leaning slightly against the couch, her face pale and troubled.

"What's wrong, Robin?" Belle asked, turning the girl towards her, so she could look into her eyes.

Had giving her two doses in one night been too much?

"I'm fine, sorry. Just felt a bit tired, not used to all of this yet," Robin replied, shaking herself free of the woman's grip.

"Good, just checking, wouldn't want you to be ill," Belle said, giving the girl her best motherly grin.

"Yeah, I know."

"So Robin, who were those two young men?"

"I don't know," she replied.

But I have every intention of finding out, the girl thought to herself.


Writer's Note: Any comments would be helpful. Thanks.