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 anything up through 2019. I will not include any spoilers for future episodes of Season 15, though my story took its 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.

A slight throb of pain at her neckline disturbed her sleep. Guess she should have advised Wes to switch sides before he drank from her for the third time. She couldn't tell him she had almost passed out the last time. That would destroy him. She looked up at him from his lap, finding him leaning against the stone wall asleep, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. The dark brown tresses skimming past his brows obscured his shut eyes. His relaxed body was finally content, not panged by the constant thought of hunger. The color was coming back to his skin and was no longer a grayish sickly hue. That was good. He needed his strength if they were both going to fight their way out swinging.

She joked that her first captive experience surprised her and was nothing like she had expected. Besides getting taken from her bed in the middle of the night and being tossed in a dungeon part, it had been, dare she say it, almost enjoyable. April and Wes found plenty of ways to pass the time, ranging from extremely pleasurable to boring chit-chat. They would pass the time asking questions, trying to learn more about each other. She wanted to know the basic things, the little tidbits you'd discover about each other while out on a normal date.

"Vanilla," he balked at her answer to her favorite ice cream flavor. "Honest to God, you live in the golden age of confectionaries, you have all those flavors at your disposal, and that's your favorite?"

"Whatever, it's a timeless classic and it's a hell of a lot better than Butter Pecan," she gently teased.

"April, honey, I think you forget that I was born in Georgia. Lamia or not, pea-cans are in my blood," he grinned and winked, allowing her to hear the slight drawl that he normally disguised. She had to admit, his accent was a little bit of a turn on. She could picture him now, dressed in some sort of Gone With the Wind type attire, flirting with all the Southern Belles back in the day.

No stone was left unturned as they went over everything they cherished: their favorite movies, songs, bands, actors, actresses, colors. There wasn't an area of interest they hadn't touched upon. It was freeing to talk about their families, knowing they truly could do that with one another because they lived in the same world. No more lies. No more secrets.

"I wish we could have met earlier," he suddenly admitted, her hand in his. "Why couldn't you have been born 150 years or so earlier? Mama would have adored you. And God knows, it would have solved many problems for me. I wouldn't have gotten into as much trouble, and probably wouldn't be stuck here right now."

"Well, sorry, I had to wait for my almost 300-year-old mom to meet my dad in the 2000s," she shrugged. "And I don't know if we still wouldn't have ended up here. I do tend to get myself in considerable trouble on my own."

"That is valid. I guess I should just count my blessings that I got to meet you now and got to have the pleasure of your company," he crookedly smiled, kissing the back of her hand.

"Well, I do declare, Mr. Barfield," she valiantly attempted a southern drawl. "Are you trying to seduce-" His sensuous mouth was on hers almost instantly. She wasn't the only one who found accents sexy.

She was enjoying reminiscing about their time together. To be honest, with his arms around her, she finally felt happy for the first time in at least a year. Neither of them was expecting what had happened between them in the beginning. Over their previously contentious meetings together, there had always been a tenuous connection brewing under the surface. In the past, she didn't want to admit it because it was easier to keep the narrative that he was the bad guy for Jesse. But she knew in her gut that Wesley was good. He had kept her at arm's length because he didn't want her to get hurt. Now that they had both admitted and acted upon their feelings, they had committed to each other. So, after soaking up whatever time, they had left together in their dark solitude Eden, they were ready to move forward with their lives together. The thought both thrilled and scared the crap out of her.

Her neck was beginning to cramp signaling she needed to stretch. She very softly shuffled Wes's hand from her shoulder and stood up. April extended her arms high above her head, twisting her head from side to side to work out the cricks.

As she stretched out, she hissed and realized she couldn't put her arm above her head on one side. Her shoulder was killing her. Weird. She couldn't think of anything that could have happened to it from anything she and Wes had done. Guess she must have slept on it funny. April noticed an odd shape on the ground near the foot of the metal cell door. When had someone come in? There was a card attached, addressed to her, and a package wrapped in brown paper.

She anxiously opened the card. "April, Please wear this as our honored guest tonight. -E" Who the Hell was E?

With shaking hands, she cautiously opened the package to reveal a white silk gown. She held the dress out in front of her, taking it all in at once. It was more like a white silk slip with some beading down the back. It was very low cut on both the front and the back. What did they think a pretty dress was going to make it all better? She was to wear it to a summoning ceremony involving the merging of a demon and her mother.

She wanted to get a feel of how moveable the gown was in case she needed to fight. April pulled the dress over her head, letting the fabric slip down over her curves. The bottom hem hit the top of her feet. Well, at least she wouldn't trip. She tried doing a high kick. A little tight. She ripped a slit with her hands up the right side. She tried to kick again. There. A little better. At least she would have plenty of room to punch and attack. Suddenly she felt his hands on her back moving her long black hair out of the way. His gentle lips lightly grazed the nape of her sore neck.

"New dress," Wes inquired, his voice full of legitimate concern.

"It was by the door with this card," She said, reluctantly handing him the card over her shoulder.

"Looks like it's a formal event," he quipped. "Good thing I still have my suit from Prom in here. Glad I could get more than use out of it, it was overpriced." She elbowed him behind and his protecting arms carefully wrapped around her.

"Can't we just tell them to fuck off and stay here," she lamented.

"While I've enjoyed your company immensely," Wes said, placing kisses along her collar. "If people are coming to get you out, we need to go. And when we're out, we can continue our relationship outside the confines of cell walls. Besides, I'm rather over this place. I'm looking forward to a long, hot bath and a soft, comfortable bed."

"I bet."

"I love you," he declared earnestly. She could feel him smile comfortably against her neck. Her heart fluttered that he was able to say it with such ease. April never believed all of the rumors of a physical feeling being emitted from those words, but she was wrong on multiple levels. She had heard her Mom admit she still got knots in her stomach around her Dad, and honestly, she had thought it was cheesy. She didn't get it until now.

Wes quickly spun her around at vampire speed, pinning her against the stone wall, her hands above her head. His mouth was on hers as his hands caressed over her body. She was beginning to feel the now familiar tightness in her stomach. April felt one of Wes's hands loosen their grip, as he snaked it down to her dress, pulling up the skirt so it gathered around her waist. She promptly got her hands loose so she could lower his boxers. She smiled against his lips, appreciating what was coming next. She encircled one of her legs around his body, pulling him even closer, practically begging him to continue passionately.

They were abruptly blinded by an intense harsh light.

A distinctive female's silhouette was visible in the open cell doorway. Silence. It felt like they were rowdy teens getting caught by their parents.

The shadowy presence entered their confined space.

"I'm here for April," she drawled, raw anger seeping from every word. It was obvious she didn't want the lousy job she was assigned.

"Jenny," Wes hissed. He instantly set April's hem down as she fixed his pants, and he strategically placed himself between her and Jenny. "Fancy seein' you here."

"How could you, Wesley? After all, we have been through, you had to do that with her," the blonde screeched.
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April felt the ominous growls build in both their chests.

"I'm not going to ask again. April, your attendance is demanded. You can either come willingly, or I can exercise force," she threatened, delivering Wes a look. "Your choice, sweetheart."

What option did she have? From the look Jenny Wes, April was sure the force would not be upon herself. She couldn't allow him to get hurt for her. She hugged Wes from behind, his body full of excessive tension. As she hugged him, kissing between his gaunt shoulders, she perceived the crushing defeat in his body. He turned around to face her, the burning tears threatening to expose how much he cared about her in front of his ex.

"Hey, I'll be okay. I'll see you soon, right? We'll be okay," she kissed him, her hands on either side of his face. "Love you."

"Love you too," he whispered tenderly.

She moved out from behind him and nervously walked towards the door and to the waiting golden blonde vampire. April turned once more to deliver Wes a reassuring smile as the door closed behind her. She knew there were two ways Wes could react; one was screaming, and one seething and feeding a quiet rage until the time was right. He was conscientiously doing the latter. Good. Less suspicious.

"This way," Jenny sternly ordered, aggressively pushing in front of the younger vampire. Her escort directed her down a maze of stone halls and up stone steps to an enormous wood double door. Jenny forcibly opened them hard so that they bounced off the walls. What April entered was not what she was expecting.

Before her was an elegant ballroom, a vast space, covered in oak inlaid wood, flanked with stained-glass windows on both sides. An elegant Art Deco glass chandelier hung over the center of the space. There were candles everywhere illuminating the room in an amber haze. Jenny shoved her forward. April walked between a row of candles to a line of women at the front but a stage at the other side of the room.

"Welcome, sweet April. Goodness, you look so much like your mother! But you do have your father's eyes, don't you? And may I say you look beautiful in that gown? That cut was an ideal choice, Marion," the raven-haired woman in the center stepped forward. "It's so nice to finally meet you. We've been waiting a long time. Now, let me properly introduce you to the rest of your family."

The sun had recently settled over the horizon announcing time had arrived to meet her demons head-on.

She stared pensively at the ornate mirror, steadying herself as she looked at the reflection. She was wearing a silky white gown with a plunging neckline and a dipping back. She had been smart to relinquish the knife to Eleanor; there would be no way to artfully conceal a weapon under the clinging fabric. A servant delivered the ceremonial dress to her earlier, along with some other materials to prepare before the sacred ceremony. The absolute last thing she wanted to do was primp and preen, but she had to play the role. She sat down at the vanity and applied some makeup, accentuating her dark eyes with liner and mascara. She highlighted her cheeks with a little blush to add to her almost glowing complexion thanks to the amount of mortal blood she had consumed. A little rose-tinted lip gloss and she was good to go. Lastly, she put on her amulet now devoid of herbs. She stood up and took a look in the full-length mirror near her bed, gently running her fingers through her wavy, perfectly undone raven hair. She seemed like the ideal vessel for a demon, she sarcastically thought.

Abby had one more task to perform before she was to proceed, and that was to say a prayer. She moved to the edge of her four-poster bed, and knelt, her bowed head resting on her clasped hands.

"I don't know if I've ever done this before...but I need someone tonight," she took a ragged breath. "I"I don't have a lot of people left here and don't even know if anyone can or will help. But I need my kids to be safe and healthy. It's not their fault they were brought into this life. That's on me. So I need your help tonight to get my baby girl out. I don't care what happens to me, I've experienced a very prolonged, fulfilled life. I just need my family to be okay. God, I wish my mom was here…" She began to breakdown. There were just times in a person's life, no matter what age they are, that they need their mothers. This was one of them. "Please let her be with me tonight and guide me through this. I need her. Please."

Everything she had endured in for months, all the tears she had held back drenched the luxurious bed, her body trembling. She had lost everything. Her husband. Her family. Her freedom. It was all over. There was only one goal now. Abby got to her feet, wiping the tears off her cheeks. She couldn't afford to let any emotion show. Abby headed towards her door.

Knock. Knock.

"I'm ready," she solemnly announced.

Her stateroom door opened to an elegant hallway, a carpet runner over the wood floor soft on her bare feet. They walked down one hall and another, a quick left, and then right, before ending at a two-story grand wooden door.

The massive door opened to reveal a grand ballroom with a vaulted ceiling. Flanked on both sides of the dance floor with Tiffany glass windows, their colors shifting in the amber hue of the massive amount of candles lighting the room. It reminded her of where she spent one of her New Year's Eve in the 1930s...with Caleb. Had she been there before?

She was too occupied taking in the grandeur to notice that she was not the only one in the room. There were quite a few people she did not know, but gauging from their size, they were the muscle in case something went wrong. They were there to undoubtedly keep them in check. One of those was Declan. Dammit. She should have known there were people in the nest that associated with Caleb. Donovan and Declan both. Then she noticed one more person, who had ashamed tears in her horrified eyes.

"Lenore?" No. No. She couldn't believe that. Bitter tears began forming in the corners of her eyes. That one hurt. "Lenore?!"

Lenore was standing next to a gruff vampire, his violent hands seized hard on her bruised shoulders.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Abs, this is not what I thought was going to happen," she frantically apologized. Abby hauled off and punched her square in the jaw.

"How could you," she snarled viciously.

She scornfully refused to look at her again. She couldn't. It was too hard and there were more urgent matters at hand, she talked herself down. Abby forced her obstinate chin up and regally made her way to the front as deep purple rose petals mashed underfoot.

Abby passed by Wesley on her right being held by one of the brawn with his ex-psycho Jenny on his other side. For as bad as Eleanor said he'd been treated, besides some fresh bruises and cuts from a recent beating, Wes looked pretty well kept, albeit dirty. His exposed skin was practically gray under his open dress shirt. His dark eyes caught Abby's in a steely gaze through his dark strands and he nodded in affirmation. Good. Eleanor's message got to him. He was seething and was ready for a fight.

Her eyes finally dared to glance at the very front of the room to the line of beautiful women. Six sisters in a row when there seven should stand. Wait...she counted again; seven. How?

"April," she choked and raced to her beloved daughter. She grabbed her daughter in her arms, squeezing her far too tight for a human but just enough for her vampire daughter to take.

"Mom," she tearfully returned.

"Baby, are you okay," Abby demanded, pulling her back to inspect her for any injury or defect. Besides the filth, there was nothing to concern herself with. Thank God. She then noticed the white dress April was wearing mirrored her own. Her heart sank because it confirmed what she already knew. When Elisabeth had referred to April as a backup for good business, they meant not for keeping Abby to her word but as an alternate vessel if something were to happen. April was the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter, so she could BE the vessel. However, April was only half-vampire, meaning there is no way she would have the long-term stamina to keep Lilith in her body. They just needed her alive long enough to do their bidding. Just like Eleanor's daughter, they were giving her a death sentence. Abby had to make sure that didn't happen with everything in her power.

"How touching," a voice mocked from her left. Abby planted herself between Elisabeth and her daughter. She looked to the line of female lamias in front of the stage, all clothed in black slip dresses, exact inverted images. She met all of their eyes individually. Elisabeth, Marion, and Sarah's excitement were palpable for the arrival of their demon mother. Eleanor was doing her part to feign enthusiasm but not enough to draw attention. She signed to her accomplice. Beatrix was barely mentally there, her eyes not transfixed on anything. To her surprise, Alice met her eyes and nodded; she was in.

"Sister, the Dark Moon is rising," Sarah declared with glee.

"Then it's time," Elisabeth's voice declared.

"Mom, you can't do this," April begged with desperation, twirling her mom around to confront her. "You just can't. You have to say no to Lilith. What about us? What about me and Dylan and Jamie? What about Dad? Mom, please!" Abby had done her best to keep her composure up to that point, but her daughter's words and tone pierced her damn heart. She took April into her arms, soothingly whispering in her ear.

"You'll be fine, April. You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. Take care of your brothers. Remember your family is the most important gift you've been given. Tell everyone I love them. And tell your Dad I'm sorry...for everything." She gently kissed her on the forehead, tears streaming down both their cheeks, and gave her a final squeeze before they forcibly dragged April protesting farther away from the stage. They positioned April on the side opposite Wes. Jenny ran a possessive finger over his frail shoulder as she skipped over to that edge, setting a cruel grip on April's shoulder. Wesley struggled furiously in response.

'Keep it cool,' Abby thought. 'They won't hurt her, especially not now.'

"Abigail, we need you here," Elisabeth led across the floor, following a white marble line to a pentacle and moon drawn in blood. The crimson was in absolute contrast to the glittering white of the cold stone beneath her toes.

"Abigail Stuart Winchester, do you accept to take Lilith inside your sacred vessel," Elizabeth asked.

"Not like I have a choice," Abby avowed. "So, yes, let's get this over with."

Sarah and the other sisters remained on stage surrounding an altar. Marion appeared with a vessel of fresh blood. Elisabeth immersed in her fingers in the sanguine fluid, drawing sigils on each of Abby's wrists.

"Cubavit lamia et iterum nati sunt Tibi in hac nocte," Elisabeth whispered triumphantly as she kissed her niece on the cheek. She diabolically smirked at Abby before resolutely turning to join the faction on stage.

"Let us begin and let us rejoice, our time for the Lamia rule is at hand and not even Lucifer can stop it, for our Mother is coming," Elisabeth boldly proclaimed, holding a glinting knife above her head. The sisters began chanting and continuing with their summoning spell. Abby could feel a change, a heaviness in the atmosphere. The marble under her soles pulsated charged energy. She could feel her feet grounded and electricity on her skin. Her flesh was shifting between hot and cold. Lilith was coming.

"Mother, please be with me."

"There's the ballroom," Gwen murmured and pointed from the window of the Impala. "The one with the green glass. Those must be original Tiffany. Shame we're going to have to break them. They must be worth a fortune now."

"Dean, I think we've got a better plan," Sonora admitted from the backseat. "Going in guns-a-blazing isn't an actual plan. It's just going to put the hostages in more danger because there is more room for error."

"I have to admit, Winchester, I agree with her," Gwen mutually agreed, shooting Dean a stern stare. "Last time you led the charge, my boyfriend almost died."

Well, she wasn't wrong. Cas wasn't in great shape. Again, Sam was well aware that an emotionally unstable Dean equaled unbalanced tactics.

"What do you think, Sam," Dean challenged, expecting his trusty brother to have his back. But this was one of those times Sam couldn't just fall in line.

"Dean-"

"Oh great, you agree with them?"

"Hear them out. It makes more sense for Gwen and Jesse to clear out any vamps around the perimeter. We can't just go tossing Molotovs out there and cause a scene. They can sneak up on them and gank them before they know what hit em'. I know you want to get to April right now. Believe me, I want to get in there right now too, but if they suspect something, they might hurt her."

Dean sighed in admitted defeat. "Fine, dammit. Alright, we'll sit tight as backup and let you two take care of business."

"Be a doll and open the trunk so Jess and I can grab some machetes, will ya?" Gwen requested.

"It's killing me to just sit here," Sonora candidly confessed. Sam knew Dean was thinking the same thing; he hated takin' a back seat. The lack of control wasn't something either of them enjoyed.

"It'll kill you to go out there, and we made a deal," Dylan reminded his partner. "But I know what you mean. Dad, I don't sense anything emotion wise. There are vamps out there but nothing special is registering on the psychic Richter Scale."

"There's 6-8 of them I can sense around the building in various places," Sonora said after tuning in to her powers.

"Eight vamps to two? Cake," Gwen bragged, the metal of the machete glinting in the moonlight. "Shit. The moon. We gotta go."

Gwen and Jesse blurred off to take care of the vamps surrounding the building as they anxiously waited back in the Impala. They had come up a different way than before to avoid having to climb up and down the hillside but still to remain hidden in the tree line. Sam peered keenly in the rearview mirror to his nephew and his friend in the backseat. He knew his brother wished they would have just stayed at home, but he had to admit that Sonora and Dylan were an important part of the team. After all, they had cracked everything open and used satellite maps and GPS to find a position better suited for an ambush. The next generation of hunters was more than capable.

Dean was restlessly tapping his nervous fingers on his trusty steering wheel. Sam looked over to him with the same apprehension on his grave face.

"Dean, they've got this. They'll clear them out and then we go, okay?"

"I know," he muttered impatiently.

"Two down," Sonora chimed in suddenly. "No, make that three." Dylan's arm was around Sonora's shoulder and she was gently leaning into his side.

Are they dating or something, Dean mouthed to his brother

Sam just shrugged. It sure looked like something was going on there to him. That was good for Dylan. As Sam could attest, it was hard getting over a traumatic death of a first love. If Dyl felt anything for Sonora, he should go for it.

"Five," Sonora announced.

"Six." They jumped at the added voice. Gwen had returned leaning wearily against the car, panting and splattered in blood. "It was just six. There's got to be more inside. Jesse's hiding the bodies and heads in a pond to disguise the scent of blood. But-but we're good. Time to go get 'em, boys."

Dean and Sam grabbed their loaded weapons and his brother's duffel bag full of incendiaries.

"Good luck, guys," Dylan said in the car. "Stay safe. Bring them home, okay?"

Sam looked critically at Dean, surprised he was still going to lie to his son about his mother. Sam just wanted to tell him, don't worry, we're getting her. He wasn't sure if Dean was going through with just abandoning Abby to her own devices. Only time would tell.

"We will, Son," Dean falsely promised as he quickly shut the car door. And they raced to meet up with the others.

"So you're not going telling him," Sam confronted his brother as they made their way to the building.

"Nope. When I told you she made her choice, I meant it. She's gone, Sammy. I feel it in my gut. I've tried saving her how many times? This time...there's no coming back from that. None. She's a vampire, man; plain and simple. If you think she's worth saving, you get her and you try. Maybe you'll have better luck than I did. Obviously what I tried stupidly over the years didn't stick. Abby is on you guys, not me. But if you drag her ass out and she's still the bitch that I met in that vault; then I swear to God, Sam, I'm taking her out. I won't have her hurting anyone else and especially not my kids. That's a promise," Dean answered bitterly, picking up his pace.

Abby held her breath and waited uneasily for the familiar feeling of the demon inside her mind as she had years before.

Nothing.

The sisters regarded each other in confusion, trying to figure out why the ceremony had not worked as it had previously in the past. Elisabeth's face fell and her eyes darkened. In an instant, she blurred off the stage and over to Abby, snatching her by the chin like a child that was being chided.

"Abigail. Is there something you have not divulged to us?"

"Like what," she squeaked out as her aunt had her jaw in a vice.

"Abigail-have you been a vessel for Lilith previously?"

What? Why would that matter?

Abby searched her mind, and her stomach sank at the realization. There was something noted in her mother's journal, something about the purity of a vessel. She had naively assumed it meant something about being a Lamia versus someone who was half or just human. It couldn't have meant in the traditional virginal meaning, because that would have canceled Abby. It had never occurred to her that it referred to purity regarding previous possessions. The initial summoning had to be into someone who had never had been previously possessed by Lilith. She was no longer qualified to complete their ceremony.

Elisabeth's anger smoldered and her hateful eyes went black. She hissed and let go of Abby's face.

"Sister, the moon is almost up!"

Good. It's done.

"Look, it's over, Elisabeth," Abby laughed through angry tears. "The Dark Moon is up, and you have no other options. Lilith is not rising through me."

"Not. Quite," Elisabeth chuckled. She pointed over to April. "Bring her to the altar. Do you think I wouldn't have another method? I have waited too long for this moment to let it slip through my fingers once again. You see, dear niece, there's enough power now in the stone you are standing on to still make this possible. She is the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter. She will do."

"NO," Abby screamed as strong hands moved her from the altar. She fought desperately and writhed with all her might, trying to hopelessly break the hold of the brutes who had her pinned. "Please! She's only half, Elisabeth! She'll die!"

"Once Lilith is summoned here, your precious girl won't matter! Nobody will matter! You-you were the real vessel, the true body. You squandered that gift, that privilege, that-that honor, just like your foolish mother! If she would have just accepted her place, we wouldn't be in this position. This is all Ann's fault! I had faith that you were going to comply. After all, we had so generously given you time to say goodbye. My sisters had faith that you would join us, but I knew you were just like your pathetic mother, which is why I planned for ALL outcomes. Now, I'm running out of time, options, and patience because of you, Abigail! Do you think I care about her after Lilith is here?! I don't care how many girls she has to burn through as long as she is here with us! I will burn through thousands of them if it means she is here! YOU ruined your chance to have this go clean! Thank you, my dear, for wasting my precious time, though. Take her to the cellar. I'll handle her personally later." Her aunt's face twisted into a cruel scowl, her teeth extended, her hands clenched like talons. She was utterly and completely, foaming at the mouth, unhinged. That made her exceptionally dangerous.

They pulled her body back with great force. Abby's ears began to ring though she could faintly hear April yelling Mom and Wes screaming for April.

No. No. No. No. No.

She gazed up at Eleanor who glanced over to her, a stoic look on her face but there was panic behind her eyes. Abby's heart raced as she struggled futilely to think of something to do to stop the momentum. There were too many vamps, formidable vamps, for her to take on by herself. Wes was now barely holding it together as April was dragged kicking frantically and screaming to the pentacle where Abby had recently stood.

No. No. No. No. No.

Abby struggled as she was forcibly hauled to the back of the room to a pair of double doors that she had not entered. Her legs completely gave out. There was no hope. She knew where she was going; she was either going to the dungeon to await torture or they were just dragging her somewhere else to finish her off. Family or not, she was no longer useful to them and had merely served her purpose. She had a death sentence.

"Wait," she heard someone raise their voice in the distance. "Elisabeth, I think Abigail needs to be with us for this. After all, she is family and this is her daughter. Don't you think she should be here for this momentous occasion? I think it would be proper for her to see the power Lilith rise in her daughter's body. It would be, dare I say, torturous for her to watch her daughter's body waste away, don't you agree?" It was Eleanor who had spoken.

Elisabeth grinned triumphantly and mutually agreed. "Why sister, that is a wicked idea."

Abby found herself closer so she could see the horrific scene, but not close enough to physically intervene if she needed. The two thugs unloaded her to the floor with a thud. She could still detect their presence behind her.

It took all her mental fortitude to stand on her wavering legs. Her disordered mind was in overdrive. What to do, how to stop it…

Abby's defiant eyes met Wes's and she knew instantly whatever she was going to do, he was going to willingly help. She had to come up with something fast.

Elisabeth approached her distraught daughter and seized April's nervous hands as Marion appeared again with the shallow bowl of pure blood. Deja vu.

"April Charlotte Winchester, do you accept to take Lilith inside your sacred vessel?"