Sam woke to find himself, as well as the other three, hanging by their arms. They were bound at the wrists and tied to the ceiling. A vampiric woman cackled at their distress as Sam tried to escape. He began to breathe heavily, "What's going on?"
The woman cackled again, "Silly little mortals…"
A man appeared behind the woman, talking into her ear "Is it time now?" He spoke.
"Not, yet. Can't we have some fun with them before they're disposed?" A devilish smile appeared on the pale face.
"Of course, my master." The two laughed evilly before their victims.
Sam repeated himself, "What's going on?"
She looked at Sam disgustedly, "All you people ever do is whine and ask questions, but fine… I'll give you some answers… What's going on is I've captured you, and it should be quite fun for me, and not so much fun for you!" Her look of disgust turned into yet another smile as her sentence ended.
"Who are you?" Sam asked, still wriggling his wrists; trying to break free.
"Stop trying, boy, it's no use." She laughed, "I am Altesse Du Le Mal, a vampire of high importance." She said proudly.
"What—" Sam was cut off by Altesse,
"No more questions." She snapped her white fingers and pointed to the un-awakened three. "Wake them." She shouted as minion-like servants came to the vampiress' aid.
Dean, Vanesse and Emmiliano were all three rudely wakened by blood-less hands patting and pricking at their faces. Fear had captured Vanesse and Emmiliano's speech; they remained silently shocked.
"Hello, darlings." Altesse smiled at the pain the four would soon endure. Dean opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by the rather impatient vampiress, "Oh, right… You're expecting an explanation… Basically, you're all going be put in pain then valiantly try to escape, but fail."
"What the hell? Why are you doing this?" Dean spoke up.
"More explanations, that's all it ever is with you… I'm simply following the legend." She stopped for a moment; rolling her eyes she talked some more, "I guess you want me to explain that too… Once upon a time there was a wonderful vampiress leader, much like myself, she ruled all and conquered the living. Until one day she fell for a mortal man, but he never loved the way she loved him… The mortal said he had wanted to meet with her, but that meeting ended with great anger. She was swindled, Our Queen ended up with a chunk of wood through her heart, but before her undead life ended, through her anger she shouted out a dark promise.
Her last words rung about the room:
'As time flits and flows with passing by,
You seek yourself with beloved company.
As I was deceived, the curse will turn,
And all man will be dead in return.
As onced loved blood fills the floor
I will escape from my hidden door.
Through the half ling's portal, I will appear,
And turn humanity into nothing but fear.'
After her enchantment wood was thrown into her and thus she ended with smile upon her face. It was written in stone, and now it's coming true."
Sam grew worried as he deciphered the spell's contents; he decided to wait for a moment alone with Dean to converse his worries.
"Now, then… Whose blood to fill the floor with?… Oh, hell, I choose you all!"
"Oh, shut up, woman…" Dean said rudely to her face.
"Excuse me?" Altesse glared at Dean.
"Like you could ever kick my ass." He swung himself forward and kicked Altesse in the chest, knocking her backwards. She stood almost instantly as her servants held the struggling Dean to his bonds.
Altesse stared at him like he was a rat running about a basement, "You don't make me very happy…" She pulled a knife up off a near-by table and walked slowly towards Dean, whom was looking almost fearless. She pressed the knife against his neck and cut him lightly, it drew blood, but not too much; she wanted to keep them alive for the while. Pulling the knife back to her own body, the vampiress licked the bloodstained knife; feeding her thirst.
Dean twitched at the constant stinging in his freshly cut neck, "You're sick."
"Yes, and you're dead." She took her knife and cut a fine line up his shirt, revealing his bear chest. Altesse pricked at his flesh as she felt his muscles tighten beneath his skin. He grunted at the pain, trying not to shout. "It's such a shame too, you're such a handsome fellow…" She kissed his bleeding neck, not biting him, but sampling his blood.
Something inside Vanesse roared, feeling a need to rip the woman's eyes out. She bit her lip out of great desire to be free from her ropes.
"Get off me, bitch." Dean kicked Altesse once again, this time with fear. He knew her strengths now.
Altesse hissed, instead of walking back to Dean, she turned to her side. Making her way to the last person in the row of victims, she stood next to Vanesse and held her face, "You see this cute girl? She's going to die now…"
He looked at the vampire, "What? What'd she do!"
"Well, really nothing… But, she's the beloved… And we need her blood. Plus, it's fun to watch you suffer." Her vampire minions pulled Vanesse from the ropes she was tied up by, and replaced them with pale hands carrying her.
"No… Please, no…" Vanesse breathed unevenly as her face grew red. "Don't… Please…" She begged.
"Don't worry, it will all be over soon. Well, hopefully anyways." Altesse cackled as she and her minions carried off the pleading girl.
Dean shouted as he wriggled his wrists, swayed his body; did anything to break free. "Damn it!" He yelled as his attempts failed.
"Dean, I have to talk to you…" Sam said, remaining as calm as possible.
"Not, now, Sam."
"No, now."
"Fine. What is it?"
Sam in took a deep breath, "I think Holly's the half ling from the story."
"What?" Dean looked at him with a pitiful look.
"Okay, listen. Earlier today, I kissed Holly…-"
"Oh, god, Sam… I don't want to hear about this."
"No, her teeth, they were pointed. And, she told me that she was half vampire. And on full moons she turns full vampire, remaining human otherwise. She begged me not to come here because only bad things would happen, and now I know why…"
"Sam, this is crazy."
"Think about it! 'Onced loved blood fills the floor.' Who's Holly's best friend? Vanesse. If we don't do something both of them will be lost, and they won't be coming back."
"Alright… But, how are we supposed to face these people? They're strong, very strong. And they took our weapons. Oh, yeah, and we're tied to the ceiling."
"I dunno, Dean… But, we've gotta try."
"Anyone got a knife?" Dean asked, searching for escape plans.
"In my pocket, I brought it for protection, but it has failed me." Emmiliano motioned towards his left leg.
"Okay, this is going to be extremely strange, but lift your leg up…"
"Um… Okay…" Emmiliano lifted his leg as he was told. "What are you doing?"
"I need to get the knife in my mouth." Dean twitched a teeny bit as he bit the knife poking out of Emmiliano's pocket; it was slightly awkward for him, but he risked it to save the damzel in distress.
Dean grasped the knife in his mouth and lifted his neck towards the ropes. He moved his arms up and down, as if doing chin-ups, sawing the rope through. It took a good fifteen minutes to saw completely through, but it eventually did.
Satisfied, Dean broke free of his bonds and helped the other two escape.
(Author's note: Sorry 'bout that last bit, I felt it went by fast... But, I couldn't think of any other way for them to escape.)
