Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show "Supernatural." Any other characters not related to the show, The Vampire Diaries or Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fiction. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith's "Nightworld" and "The Vampire Diaries" series. The original stories were developed using SPN episode content up until 02/11/10 and this one may include basically anything up through 2019. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 15, though my story took its own turn after SPN Season 4. This is the start of a new trilogy. The first trilogy is: "Possession," "Broken," and "Sacrifice," followed with a new trilogy, "Mission," "Prelude," and "Bound." This story takes place where Prelude left off and has the same characters from the first trilogy. I do not own any quotes used in the actual episodes. Any lyrics mentioned in this story do not belong to me are the property of their original writers.
Abby stood impatiently in her regal stateroom prison, waiting for her aunt to make her nightly appearance. Right on cue, the concealed door creaked open. The ashen blonde vampire motioned for her raven-haired niece to silently follow her into the building's depths. She timidly entered the secret bootlegger room, having momentarily been fitted with sigils and warded, cloaking their conversation. The door softly closed behind her with an audible click. Trapped.
"Dean, Sam, and Cas allegedly made it out intact," Eleanor confirmed.
Abby instantly released the terrible tension in her body she nervously held since her capture, the delicious happiness she'd forcibly suppressed coming out in strangled gasps. Emotional tears of overwhelming relief formed in her obsidian eyes. That was excellent. They were secure for the time being. However, regardless of what Elisabeth believed, Abby naturally knew in her gut they'd return for April. There was no way Dean was ever going to leave his baby girl behind. The sole consolation at least they would solely be focusing their rescue efforts on one person and not two.
"Sincerely thank you for letting me know, Eleanor," Abby responded properly in sincere appreciation, both profound satisfaction, and overwhelming sadness in her emotional tone. "Do you have a word regarding my daughter?"
"She's being held with Wesley in the building, but I wasn't able to suss out where they were being held. I'm reasonably assured she's fine but do not worry, they would not risk intentionally injuring her. They wouldn't gamble your mutual cooperation at the ceremony tomorrow due to her maltreatment. It'll be more painless for them if you are compliant."
"Wait...Wesley," Abby asked skeptically, her inquisitive head tilted. "The information we received was he was deceased."
Eleanor carefully shook her head no. He was still alive, but barely.
"His ex-fiance Jenny is part of Lilitu. She's Jesse's adopted sister, but they haven't gotten along for a good while. They allegedly had a falling out from this endeavor with your family. Lilith revived her back in the 1860s, and Jenny currently does her bidding for her and that-"
"That's why Wes was working for Lilitu. Consequently, he received harsh punishment for his personal betrayal."
"She's had her claws in him for a long time," her maternal aunt continued. "You see, he was the one who unintentionally dispatched her, but Lilith was the one who brought her back. She manages his terrible guilt at every unfortunate turn. Jenny was with him at Prom and witnessed everything and relayed it back after forcibly dragging him here. Elisabeth has been cruelly torturing by starving him. But I don't think he'd hurt April, do you?"
Abby nodded in agreement. Alive somewhere in the impressive building, albeit probably somewhere pretty uncomfortable, her beloved daughter was plausibly just sleeping. At least she was with Wes, and it was imperative to hold a loyal ally. She had to rely on that after he had willingly risked everything to deliver April to safety on Prom night.
"Eleanor, listen to me. I desperately need your help," she began ominously before taking a breath. "I think I've figured out a way we can stop Lilith."
"What do you imply by stop Lilith," Eleanor challenged, understandable confusion in her darkened eyes. "No one can forcibly prevent her arrival at this point. The Dark Moon is tonight-"
"I mean precisely finishing her, as in ending her...for good. No more possible resurrections, no more sacred vessels, no more bullshit; she'll just be non-existent."
Eleanor began anxiously pacing on the stone floor, mournfully shaking her head in disbelief. Abby could read her mind without indeed having to delve into her psychic powers; there was no possible way to realistically achieve that goal.
"How, Abigail," Eleanor panted. "How in the bloody Hell do you genuinely think you can vanquish her?" There was no evident disgust in her reply as much as there was considerable trepidation. It was apparent it something that her aunt had earnestly tried figuring out for years before they took hold of her own minor daughter. There was simply not enough convincing proof that Abigail possessed the key to unlocking the precious secret to Lilith's ultimate demise.
"With this," Abby answered candidly, revealing Ruby's ceremonial knife from her garter. She had managed to swipe it from Dean's concealed pocket in his shabby leather jacket when she was tormenting him. Her fierce assault had overcome him that he hadn't detected it conspicuously missing. Elisabeth didn't observe her young niece quickly tucking it securely into her garter. It was admittedly one time Ab had been thankful for the extra juice and speed garnered from mortal blood.
Eleanor's grave eyes widened as she looked uneasily at the rare item now in Abby's cautious hand, the polished metal reflecting the amber light of Eleanor's lantern.
"It's a demon-killing blade," Abby carefully explained. "Sam had in the past employed it for intimidation against Lilith, and her nervous reaction indicates its lethality."
"Wait, wait," Eleanor thought aloud. "I've investigated long standing rumors of this before, this blade, but it was only an enduring myth to us. Are the historic legends authentic about what it can annihilate?"
Abby nodded an affirmative.
"And if you properly utilize it against Lilith, and Lilith is inside you-"
"Indeed," Abby promptly confirmed, subconsciously caressing the prismatic blade in her hand."If she's in me, she ends tragically with me." Eleanor forcibly restrained her niece's trembling hand and eagerly sought her soulful eyes.
"No, I can't allow you to perform that gruesome task, Abigail. I solemnly assured you I would get you out-"
"I know you did, Eleanor, and I am grateful. There's only one way this can go so they don't try to employ anyone else, ever. I need to leave the final vessel and end this once and for all."
Eleanor moved next to Abby, gently placing a kind hand on the younger vampire's shapely shoulder.
"Are you certain, dear niece? If she's in you and you use this blade-"
Abby grasped exactly what she delicately suggested, and she nodded affirmatively that she was ready. Matter-of-factly, she was eager for the dreadful nightmare to finally be over, not just for herself but for her dear family. Was she truly ready to willingly leave? Negative, but what other choice did she realistically have? This concerted effort was about more than her self-preservation. This was honorably about her beloved children, possible future descendants, and honestly the whole goddamn World. God only knew what Lilith had cooked up for modern humanity since her last resurrection.
Abby was immediately transported back years before to Stull Cemetery in Lawrence, Kansas, back to when Lilith had first taken over her body.
"PLEASE, DEAN! I LOVE YOU! DO IT! I CAN'T KEEP HER IN HERE FOR TOO MUCH LONGER," she screamed hysterically, pointing down to the bloody binding symbol she had ruthlessly torn into her wounded wrist with her fingernails. As she talked incoherently, her wicked eyes flashed ominously ghastly white. Her fingers tore at the symbol, trying to break the bond.
"I'm sorry," he choked hoarsely, solemnly raising the glinting blade above his bewildered head. Castiel quickly interceded and frantically grabbed his hand by the wrist, forcibly stopping his attack in mid-air.
"No, Dean," Cas started, "That knife will not have any effect on Lilith but it will for sure kill Abby. That's what Lilith wants. She's already broken the last seal."
Abby hissed as her frantic hands cut into her wrist. Her sinister eyes once again went from dull white to the familiar black.
She remembered bitterly that terrible night with a shiver. It was the joyous day they had beaten back both Lucifer and Lilith, but it appeared merely only a true victory against the former. Lilith had been merely transported to Hell, possibly having been locked up in the Cage. There was another unknown possibility that she was promptly dispatched to the Void, which was essentially Purgatory for eternal beings. Abby had garnered much extensive knowledge regarding the Void from her fond mother's private journal, among other valuable information; Cas was wrong. There was, fortunately, a precise way to truly trap Lilith and instantly slay her. It involved exceptional knowledge of her mother's spell collection and marked telepathic abilities, both of which she naturally possessed. The potential downside, she only had one shot to get it right. That aspect sufficiently involved her ability to somehow control a room overcrowded with formidable vampires.
"Eleanor," Abby said gently, carefully handing her the formidable knife. "I respectfully ask you to bring this tomorrow night. They're naturally going to carefully inspect me for weapons before they get me ready for the ceremony. They won't suspect you. Smuggle it in and when the time comes, if you deliver it to me, I'll make certain we'll conclude this tomorrow...for both our dear daughters."
Eleanor carefully collected the key weapon and smiled wearily, comfortably reaching to caress Abby's dear cheek with her idle hand.
"You remind me so much of your darling mother, Abigail. Constantly trying to do the right thing to your detriment," she related before quickly embracing her niece. "I will make certain this gets to you tomorrow evening and will make sure April makes it out safely."
"She dearly needs to get to her father," Abby steadfastly insisted. "He'll be here to retrieve her; I undoubtedly know it. Please make sure she promptly gets to him."
"I solemnly promise, Abigail. It's the least I can do," Eleanor said grimly, awkwardly holding up the wicked knife. "We'll decisively end this for my deceased daughter, your deceased mother, brother, and father."
Abby nodded ruefully and reluctantly turned towards the shallow staircase to her private room. She stopped short of the door. "Wait, before we part, I need to know your sisters' powers. I've positively identified Elisabeth's telepathy because she inadvertently gave away that she had gathered my thoughts during our previous conversation. Those I can block out with some proper preparation, but I need to know if I need to take precautions against any of the others."
Eleanor divulged that several of her sisters were not in line with Elisabeth's nefarious plan. Having been burned by their sister's power hunger over the last few hundred years there was a private coup that had been brewing for years. But regardless of what terrible trouble she had caused them, Elisabeth was their eldest sister and always protected them in other ways in the past. Her sister had been their personal guard, especially after their fond parents died when Beatrix and Eleanor were young. They both hated and were loyal to her, locked in a terrible case of Stockholm Syndrome and personal guilt. Alice was resentful due to her brutal treatment by her sister after the 1912 critical incident when she missed intercepting Abby and James. Beatrix had the ability to psychically absorb powers. Ironically she was merely left unstable and practically suicidal after an unfortunate incident led to the raw extraction of her own power. That just left Elisabeth, Sarah, and Marion who were all surely lethal.
As Abby had reasonably expected, Elisabeth correctly was a telepath like her twin Ann, which in turn passed down to herself.
Sarah was a powerful empath and Marion had telekinesis, both traits of Dylan and April's genetics.
"Beatrix won't be of any help," Eleanor thought aloud. "Alice is telepathic, so she could be of use. I don't envision how I could be of any help, all I can do is communicate in dreams-"
"Wait, you're a dream walker," Abby eagerly questioned. "I might have an idea."
After carefully scrutinizing the practical details with her aunt, Abby bestowed her a light hug and headed back up to her room. Abby ran over to the elegant roll top desk and promptly borrowed a notebook and pen, before plopping herself on the four-poster canopy bed. Carefully fastening her eyes, she methodically searched for the distinct images and sacred words from the journals she had so diligently studied. For their ambitious plan to succeed, she had to memorize those spells her devoted mother had marked as essential. There would be no redos. She needed to be ready. Tomorrow night it would all be over.