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.

UPDATE: 8/22/2020- I updated and reuploaded Chapter 5. I didn't like the way it flowed in the context of the story overall. It's still the same main idea, just written a little differently to reflect the characters.

Abby watched as her daughter's bloody designs on her body glowed, and her mouth opened into a silent scream as Wes audibly screamed out her name.

"APRIL!"

Her head slumped down, chin to chest. She raised her head and looked up, her daughter's green eyes now shrouded an all too familiar milky film that she saw that many years ago in her reflection.

NOW, the voice in her ear commanded.

With a hiss, Abby sliced her hand open with Ruby's knife, taking her blood and drawing the last ancient sigils on her forehead. She quickly recited the Enochian incantations that the mysterious voice was repeating. She felt the seals on her skin warm substantially.

April began to gag, and her mouth opened wide with a shriek as the black smoke plume expelled from her body and entered Abby. The smog saturated her lungs and then her bones. She could feel the familiar presence of the white-eyed demon inside her, but this time it was different. Abby chanted the one spell she did remember by heart. It was one of her intentions; it was the binding spell. The sigils she had burned down into her bones glowed as she bound the demon to herself, both simultaneously locking her tight and merging with her. Instead of Abby screaming in her mind and Lilith in control, Lilith was secured, screaming like a trapped animal.

The sisters gazed at her, their sight full of confusion, with Elisabeth's coal eyes fuming with rage. As the guard vamps tried to approach Abby, Wes broke Jenny's grasp and attacked them. He drained one instantly, likely due to his desperate hunger. Luckily, he gained the power of the vamp's strength and held the other one-off, tearing his head clean off. Maybe Wes was more powerful than she thought?

"Keep going," Wes growled to Abby.

She gestured in April's direction, and quickly drew a devil's trap with her blood on her chest, reciting another ancient Enochian chant from her mother's tome. The familiar, light voice echoed the words in her ear. Her mother was with her. Lilith continued shrieking in her head in frustration; the demon was no longer in control. Abby was in command—for now.

Abby didn't have much time before Lilith would burst through her binding. It was only then she noticed the chaos that had arisen around her and outside of the dwelling. Elisabeth and her loyal sisters split up, some approaching April the others going after Abby. Wes took care of several other vamps and managed to zip over to April to protect her from the approaching women. Eleanor and Alice reappeared and stood at their side. Beatrix remained on stage, a statue and unphased.

Elisabeth stared at her three sisters. "Sisters, it seems we have traitors in our midst."

Marion moved her hand and threw the large altar towards April, Wes, and Eleanor. April raised her right hand and flung it the other way right back at Marion, catching her by surprise. The tabernacle smashed her against the wall, the wooden splinters breaking through her body, the blood visibly oozing under the shoulder strap of her black dress.

"Wes! Get her OUT of here," Abby shouted. He nodded in response and tried to pull her daughter away.

April glanced at her mother with uncertainty. Her black eyes met her daughter's familiar green, the same green as her father. She could still see the little girl in the body of the beautiful lady she became. It was wild to see her, a grown woman, holding hands with Wes. She could feel the bond between them now, stable and absolute. She knew she was leaving her beloved daughter in capable hands.

"MOM," April squealed as Wes fiercely tried to drag her towards the exit.

I love you, Abby mouthed to her precious daughter.

An avalanche of thoughts goes through your mind in life or death situations. Time seems to slow down. Seconds seem like hours. It's like being trapped in a black hole the closer you get to oblivion.

There had to be another way. But Abby knew that even with an alternative, Lilitu would never forget or forgive this injustice. It was in their blood. What if any of her kids chose to have children and the eldest was a girl; what then? Could she take that risk? Could she make them promise to deny her grandchildren out of that fear? Was there any other way? Could she leave her children behind?

'They would be fine,' she attempted to convince herself as she placed the tip of the knife just to the left of her breastbone. The point of the sharp blade pierced her flesh, a trickle of crimson exuding from the wound. They have a family to support and protect them. That was a certainty. Knowing that, couldn't she ask the same? Couldn't Dean and Sam help her take care of Lilitu?

Dean.

Her heart physically twinged at his name, the lump in her throat threatening to come up and ruin everything. There was no turning back. Even if she ran to him now, after what she had done to him, it was pretty much a guarantee he would hunt her down and kill her. There was no going back now, not after she had Lilith right where she wanted her. She made her bed.

Dean was a good man. Adorable. Caring. The best hunter she had ever known. A badass. A fighter. Loyal to a fault. A goofball. A great father. A good husband. Her best friend. Scenes from their lives played through her mind, and she realized how much time they wasted on silly arguments and aggravation. Their relationship was full of love, but had it been entirely healthy? If she could do it all over, what would she change? Maybe loving each other wasn't enough? Did they do more damage together? She tried to bargain with herself. She was carrying on to so much regret and despair over not fixing anything with Dean. Could she run off now and go back and fix it all? Could there be a tomorrow?

No. Abby had come too far. The nightmare that had plagued her entire life would NEVER end while there was a chance that Lilith was able to walk in Hell or Earth. Abigail had to end this curse on her family. There was no turning back; no hesitation.

Abby steadied herself, caught her breath, closed her eyes, and plunged the knife into her chest. It was curious. There wasn't as much pain as she had anticipated. It was more akin to a sudden tightness and stinging in her chest as her body tried to react to the presence of the pointed foreign object. Her palms instantly became coated in warm liquid that spread further, squishing between her fingers with every involuntary twitch of her heart. The front of her pearl dress was being dyed ruby red with her blood. She choked and could feel some of the warm fluid leaking from the corner of her mouth.

Locked away deep in her mind, Lilith was screaming obscenities, hurling herself against the mental wall holding her back—but then she suddenly began gasping. Abby's legs felt tingly and weak like being jabbed with a thousand needles, causing her to wobble and fall to her knees. Her body tried in vain to take a deep, desperate breath but was unable to; that was when the agonizing pain crept started. It was a searing, blinding agony that exploded from her chest to her brain—and it was spreading throughout her entire body.

The demon blade shuddered and gleamed, emanating a hot electrocuting spark from the wound in her chest, lighting up her masked sigils before coursing throughout her body. She toppled backward, her head smacking hard against the solid wooden floor, forcing her eyes open to stare up at the wooden beams of the vaulted ceiling. Her vision and hearing were murky. She could barely make out the sad, anguished cries of her daughter; it was as if she submerged in a deep part of the ocean. She was drifting further and further away, the warm sticky blood spreading down her side and staining the floor below. The lightning flash made its way to her mind turning it into embers. She could make out Lilith's panicked and futile tries to escape, but it was no use—it was over. Lilith would finally perish for good. The tormented shriek of the trapped demon in her head was the last thing she could make out before the pain exploded into darkness.

"MOM!" April screamed as Wes pulled at her. "NO!"

The knife entered her mother's chest, and electricity emanated from the blade, flashing into symbols on her body. Her mother dropped to the ground. Abby now laid on the floor in a heap, blood flowing out of her chest, the knife still buried deep. April blurred over to her mom and looked her over, finding her body limp. She desperately tried to pick her mom up, thinking maybe there was a chance that a doctor, or hell even angels and demons, might be able or willing help. Someone had to.

"Come on, Momma, we've gotta go," April sobbed as she quickly pulled the knife from her mother's chest. She desperately tried to coax her mother's body from the floor. Her mom's back bent at an odd angle, and she slumped down. "Come on, Momma! We've gotta go—"

Wes grabbed her face hard and forced her to look into his dark eyes. They were glistening and full of distress and dread. He was panicking.

"April, honey, we've got to go," Wes pleaded with her as he tried to drag her away. How dare he pull her away from her mom? Her mom needed her now more than ever. It was her turn to take care of her. April violently shrugged him off, causing him to stumble, and got back to trying to lift her mother from the floor.

"Wes, come and help me carry her. She'll be fine, we've got to get her to Dad, he'll figure something out to help her, I know it—you know he and Sam have come back so many times before and—"

"April, goddamn it, LOOK at her!" She hadn't heard that tone from Wes in a long time. His patience was gone, and he was going to be goddamn direct with the horror she had to endure. April finally allowed herself to look at her mother's face. There was blood traveling from the corner of her slightly opened mouth down her chin. Her mother's beautiful dark eyes were wide open and singed black, burned by the effects of the blade. April found her palms horrifically coated with her mother's sticky blood.

"I'm sorry, she's gone, sweetheart. But I need you to leave with me right now. That's what your mother wanted. Please, hun," Wes begged. He helped her off the floor, pulling on her arm to guide her to the exit.

It was then she noticed the sisters' primal cries as they rushed towards Abby's lifeless body. They did this. These bitches and their stupid club of Lilith lovers. They killed her grandparents. They killed her uncle. They killed Jo and Ellen. They killed her Mom. HER MOM. She felt a fury arise in her body that she had never felt before. More vamps were appearing from some interior doors. April focused her rage in her mind and flicked her hand, tossing some of the large lit candelabras surrounding the altar at the ones just setting foot in the room, setting her foes on fire. The large, meaty vamps flailed and yelled as they went up in flames.

April looked up to see several vampires were within fighting distance and the sisters approaching. She seized the demon blade from the floor next to her mother's corpse and plunged it into the closest vampire. The male blonde vamps eyes burned out, and he fell to the ground. Sensing someone behind them, April tossed the knife to Wes, who turned and was able to stab Declan in the chest. As Wes pulled the blade out, his arm was grabbed and twisted by Jenny. He hissed, and the knife clanked as it slid across the floor. April turned and pushed Jenny away with her mind, knocking her out against the far wall.

Two of the Stepford sisters, a blonde and a brunette, were suddenly surrounding them, but instead of coming at them, they set their backs to them and were blocking the sisters who had held the ceremony from coming any closer. They were protecting April and Wes. It was two sisters against three; one remained on stage, frozen in place.

"It ends here, Elisabeth," the blonde female vampire, Eleanor, proclaimed, moving them back towards the doorway.

"We're done playing your games. It's over. Lilith is gone, and you no longer have use for these two! Let them go," the brunette sister, Alice, demanded.

The three female vampire sisters on the floor surrounded them. Elisabeth, Sarah, and Marion spread out to cover more area encircling them, trapping them.

"You have got to be kidding me? And you two are going to stop me? Please, Eleanor. And Alice? I'm surprised that you would join her ranks. You two have always been too weak to go through with anything that mattered. Besides, her mother killed LILITH! Does that not strike your hearts?! Someone has to pay. She's not just going to walk away from this, and neither are you two," Elisabeth spat. She extended her canines. It was going to be a battle.

Suddenly Marion screamed and dropped. Lenore was still standing behind her with Ruby's blade. She nodded to April, before Elisbath lifted Lenore up and brutally ripped her heart out. Lenore's body landed across the room with a thud.

"April, use your ability to open the door," Wes whispered in her ear before placing himself between her and the vampire antagonizers. Now joining the two remaining sisters were several more vampires that had entered from other doors to the main room. They suddenly found themselves outnumbered.

Elisabeth and Sarah shrieked as they jumped at their sisters. Elisabeth ripped into Eleanor, tearing into her throat. Alice was on top of Sarah, slashing at her sister's neckline. Beatrix remained onstage as rigid as a statue, her eyes transfixed into the void and unmoved.

There was a sudden noise of breaking glass. Something was being thrown in through the windows. Each object cracked open as they hit the ground, filling the room in a smoky haze. The smoke invaded April's gasping lungs, and it stung like a bitch. She needed to get out. April turned to face the doors and shoved with her mind. Dammit, they must have warding marks. Come on, April willed herself, all the while glancing at her mother's body, wondering if she should grab her before she made her escape attempt. She couldn't leave her behind. April just couldn't. Wes squeezed her hand as if reading her thoughts, and she used all her strength to blow the doors open.

"April, I'll try to gr-ab her if I ca-n," Wes hacked, pushing her forward hard as he doubled over. "You need to g-o n-ow!"

"I've got her," a voice proclaimed, swiftly appearing at their side, grabbing her and blurring her towards the now open door.

Jesse?

Before she knew it, she was outside, desperately trying to catch her breath. Her father was immediately at her side, assessing her for damage.

"April, are you okay," Dean asked as he looked her over, panic in his green eyes. Her dad pulled her into a hug and held onto her for dear life.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she cried as she struggled for air. She looked over her dad's shoulder and met Jesse's blue eyes. "Jesse, we can't just leave him. He can't see in there. Please, please get him," she begged.

He nodded and blurred back into the building. They could hear more vampires heading to the ballroom.

"April, where's Abby," Gwen ran over to her and asked, ready to go in and get her mother. All April could respond was sobbing into her Dad's jacket, shaking her head no. Gwen's eyes went wide with apprehension.

"Abby," Gwen yelled, heading towards the entrance.

"It's already smoked. You can't go in there," Sam warned. "I'll go."

"Sammy!" It was too late. His brother was already inside. "Dammit, Sam!"

Gwen glanced nervously between the door and Dean. "Screw it; I'm going in." She blurred inside. It seemed like time stood still even though she returned almost immediately gasping with Sam at her side. They were having a secret conversation. He was running a hand through his disheveled, smoky hair and just shaking his head no over and over. No, what did he mean, no?

His daughter was finally safe in his arms, but it was clear there was something she was holding back. She was openly weeping into his jacket. That was not like his little girl at all. Something big had gone down.
Sam ran over and took April from him, holding her tight, whispering something into her hair. He must know why she's so upset.

"We can't wait anymore," Dean told his brother, reaching into his duffel bag for the prepared incendiaries. "We've got to fry 'em while they're still in there."

"Daddy, not yet," April pleaded. "Wes and Jesse-"

"We can't take the chance and wait, sweetie, I'm sorry."

"Dad, please, just another minute! Please!"

Just as she said that, she could see Wes's familiar silhouette coming to the doorway. At about that same time, they started throwing Molotovs. She could almost reach his hand when Jenny appeared behind him and dragged him back.

"NO!"

There was a flash and screams as the world was set aflame.

Gwen and Dean were taking care of any of the rogue vamps coming from other parts of the building, now few and far between. It was clear no one was coming out of the ballroom. The building burned like a thousand torches lit inside, and no one else was going to make it out, including Wesley, Jesse, and her mother.

Sonora suddenly pushed herself away from his shoulder. "They're coming back. But—not everyone is with them."

Dylan was scared of who could have been the victim. But he could feel there was some victory. That gave him hope. Most importantly, as they got closer, he could feel his sister. He stumbled out of the car as the group approached. They huffed their way over, all of them worn and covered with ash and blood. Their dad's arm was protectively around his daughter.

As soon as Dyl saw April, he knew something was seriously wrong. He could sense it. Her chest physically hurt as if she had a knife to the heart. He ran over and put his unhurt arm around her, who gripped him hard with both arms tight before she could slump to the wet ground.

"You, okay," he whispered. April shook her head no. "Where's Mom?" He glanced over April's head to his family, searching for answers.
That's when his sister burst into broken sobs to the point where he had to support her body. Dylan searched the faces of his dad, uncle, and Gwen for answers. Only Gwen and Sam looked at each other, and it looked like both were about to cry.

Dean just swallowed hard as he stared at his daughter's reaction, looking oblivious to the truth of what had transpired.

Sam slowly approached his nephew and put a hand on his shoulder.

"She's gone," he managed to say, his voice wavering with emotion.

"What," Dean softly responded, staring at his brother in shock.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Sam looked to his brother. "She's dead." Gwen was holding her arms wrapped around herself, weeping in silence.

With those words, the bottom fell out of Dylan's world. He collapsed to the ground, his sobbing sister in his arms. He knew nothing in the world would be right ever again.