Daughter of Cain

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Chapter 17: The Things we left behind.

Vivian's POV

I was back in a cycle of trying to gather information from Cain. But when I returned to helping Catlin and Elle, something felt off. I was gone for about two weeks. Enough time to get the two women to settle in Vermont, along with a job. A standard contract was made of a lease for them. That they are not obligated on taxes or needing to pay me. However, they are not allowed to have illegal parties in my house. If they get into a serious relationship, their partner is not to permanently move into my house. I already set up utilities for five months, enough time for them to get jobs and funding. The two women agreed to the terms and started job searching.

Back to now, the Cabin felt off. There was a strong scent of blood in the air. When I examined the property, I found more animal carcasses being skinned. Yet, the Cabin felt wrong. As if there was a darker presence in the area.

"Is there another demon here?" I asked.

Cain looked up from his book, "No. Why?"

"It senses a dark presence," I answered. Walking around the room, checking the artifacts to see if anything was off. My instincts were telling me to run. To get out of the Cabin and away from here. Yet I resisted, wanting to be near my father.

Cain set the book down, "Now that I think about it, I was cleaning some of the artifacts and accidentally artifact a cursed object. Had to destroy it, yet the aura is still here."

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"It was merely a flea bite," Cain assured.

I nodded.

"Something is on your mind," he noted.

"We need to talk," I said as I sat on the couch.

Cain adjusted himself in his chair, staring at me with gray eyes. "Go on."

"It's about the mark," I started.

"Let me guess, Dean asked you for more information?" he asked.

"Not quite," I answered.

"Ever since Dean Winchester came into our lives, you have been more focused on the mark than ever before," he said.

"You asked me to keep an eye on him," I reminded him.

"That I did," he confirmed. "But you seem more invested than before. I assume you have formed a friendship with the Winchesters. I should warn you if Dean does not control the mark, history will repeat itself."

"What do you mean?"

"From his fate," he explained. "My story began when I killed my brother, and that's where his story inevitably will end."

"No," I said, shaking my head.

Cain killed Abel to save him from Lucifer. He sacrificed his soul so Abel and the rest of his siblings would not be corrupted. Now Cain is saying there is a chance that Dean will kill Sam. I don't see any reason for Dean to kill Sam. From what I had heard, the Heavenly Host manipulated them to repeat history so Michael and Lucifer could fight again to set the fate of the Apocalypse. But the Winchesters took control and stopped that.

"It may not happen now, but in the future, it will one day," he believed.

"Then there must be a way to prevent it," I said.

If Dean somehow kills Sam in the mark's desperate rages…Dean will never forgive himself. However, he couldn't kill himself without becoming a demon again.

"One is to isolate himself," he said.

I paused, staring at Cain, "How did you do it?"

"What do you mean?"

"How did you stop before you met Ma?" I asked

As he rubbed his wedding ring, Cain sighed, "I grew tired of killing."

I stared at him to explain.

"I've been serving Lucifer since my death and resurrection. Thousands of years in fighting wars for Lucifer and wreaking havoc on the world. Fighting anyone and anything which stood in my way. From man, angels, and beasts. But as the years went by, my lust for murder dwindled. After the Renaissance, killing became more of an obligation than a passion. Then the revolutions happened, and I felt like I was slaughtering like a butcher. I thought to myself, is this my life? Is this what killing and murdering become? Like an everyday butcher."

He took a deep breath, "That is when I met your mother. A widow tending to her property. She thought I was some traveler, a hunter on an expedition. A man trying to avoid conflict. I was. As I watched the Hell Knights as they were. Soulless abomination who blindly follows me. Your mother noticed that as we kept crossing paths in town. I killed in neighboring towns to stir trouble in the Civil War…. but I couldn't do it. As if my desire to kill turned into something else."

I contemplated his words.

"Maybe Dean, with his moral compass, can resist the mark," he said. "But he should have known better when he asked me to transfer it. It may take decades or thousands of years to lose the desire, but there will be a remission that will lead to a relapse."

"What happened with the Serial Kill was one time," I tried to reason. "Yes, you killed him…but you saved others."

"Did I?" he asked, but I don't know if it was to himself or me. "I feel like my bloodline has stained this earth. I brought the practice and the most unforgivable sin to this world."

I frown when hearing this. Slightly hurt by his words. Yes, Cain had married during creation to Awan. The children of Adam and Eve populated the world. Cain and Able were the most common, as there were other children. Yet Cain's bloodline takes a third of the world's population.

And then there is me.

The outlier.

"Vivian," Cain murmured.

I looked up to see him stand up to walk over and sit next to me. He rested a hand on my shoulder, showing caring eyes.

"You are my blessing, my purest child," he assured.

"I wouldn't say I'm that pure," I grumbled.

He chuckled at that, "True. But your hands are not stained red." He then sighed. "If only I was human, would you have a normal life? By now, your seventh grandchild should be alive and being told stories about you. You sacrificed so much because of what I sired you to be."

I bowed my head thinking about all the sacrifices I made because I was a cambion. I didn't get a chance to grow up in the era I was born. Not having true friends as a child. Not able to have a social experience. Being able to find love and start a family of my own. To have a bloodline of my own.

Yes, I could have a child if I wanted to. I could have sex with any man and allow his sperm to take root and bore a child. A child being half cambion, with a quarter of demon blood in their veins. Although, the first ten years of their life would not be like a human. Cain only encountered a few Cambions who were adults, but none dared sire a child or were killed off before they could. And from the stories of my childhood, it was a battle in itself to raise me with my abilities.

If Cain and I were human, Colette would have survived. There could have been siblings. We Would have have grown up between the Reconstruction Era and possibly the Roaring Twenties. I should have been dead long ago. And here I was as a woman who appeared in her late twenties to early thirties. Yes, I have so much knowledge and experience. I have encountered people all around the world and witnessed a turn of events. But none of it is the same as having a partner by my side and raising a family.

Instead, here I am, in modern America, being the Keeper of the people exposed to the Mark of Cain. Is that my fate? To watch over those who receive the mark. Ensure they have control over it, so they don't massacre the entire world.

"I need to know everything, Papa," I murmured.

Cain no longer has the mark. And if Cain finally decides to die and has Dean or another person who bears the mark, then someone has to be there. I need to know its history. The curse. Everything. Lucifer created the mark or was the first person to bear it. Then it was Cain, and now Dean Winchester. So much has happened in the last year that this guessing game is dangerous.

Cain sighed as he nodded his head, understanding where I was coming from. "Very well. I'll write everything I know."

I hugged him, "Thank you."

Cain hugged me back as well.

Yet something felt wrong.

.o0o.

In the following months, everything went back to normal.

The dark presence I felt dwindled to a faint energy that was hardly recognizable. I did some smudging to get the bad energy from the curse objects out of the Cabin. Most of it was gone. Only a small presence to nonexistent.

Cain had reduced his hunting. Unless you don't count the fish he has brought home. Otherwise, he spends his time with me. We read together like we used to or go hiking, exploring parts of Alaska. When not out exploring, Cain would be writing in his journals. Writing every detail of his life for me. He had one journal in which he carved the mark on the cover. Yet he denies me a chance to read it. Stating he would give me the journal once he was done with his memoir. I sighed, conceding, thinking this was therapy for him.

Over the period, I barely got word from the Winchesters. They sent a few texts, and Dean tried to call, but the call was disconnected. However, I got a message from Sam stating that Dean is getting a bit more violent when on the hunt. Although Dean told him, he felt like himself again. But Sam has some doubts.

I debated on visiting, except I did not want to intrude.

Until it happened.

It was the early hours of twilight. I was cooking in the kitchen while Cain was working on a project in the attic. As I cook, a sharp pulse can be felt, followed by a blow to the side of my head. I panted, for I hadn't felt this in a while. I dropped the knife and grabbed the counter bracing myself. The whispers have been silent until now. Only this time, they were screaming in ancient Enochian that I could barely make out what they were saying. The markings appeared on my arms as I looked to the window to see my eyes glowing purple.

Flashes of visions blocked my view. Seeing the transfer of the mark. A vision of the First Blade. Dean decapitating Magnus. Dean stabbed Abaddon in the stomach and beat her face to oblivion. The black eyes. Our fight in the alley. Our intimate encounter in the motel. The exorcism. And now…faces I've never seen. Men were slaughtered until they were lying dead on the floor.

The mark…the mark has received human blood.

As I looked at my hands to see blood.

.o0o.

Cain found me washing my hands nonstop. The vision of blood won't come off my skin while the water turns black. The voices are still screaming in my ear. I could make it out to be a woman, yet I did not understand her words. Her words repeated over and over again; I was chanting them as well.

"Vivian," Cain shouted as he yanked me away from the sink.

I pushed him away, shaking my head, trying to wipe the blood off.

Cain grabbed my hands, restraining me, "There's nothing there. There is nothing there."

I shook my head, feeling the entity that had haunted me and these emotions. As four emotions were spiraling out of control. My emotions, the entity, Dean, and …. Cain. The mark was combining all of it and forcing it onto me.

Cain grabbed my hands again, stopping me, "Vivian. "

I stopped to look at him.

"Vivian," he breathed. "There is nothing there."

I glanced at my hands to see them raw from my doing, yet there was no blood. The droplets were clear, not black. I panted, utterly confused about why this happened. Cain wrapped a hand around my head, pressing his forehead to mine. I closed my eyes, trying to calm down more. Trying to collect myself. Cain's emotions vanished, Dean's emotions became nulled, the entity returned to soft whispers, and all that was left were my own.

"He killed some humans," I whispered. "Not turned."

"The mark received fresh blood," he sighed. "It would only be a matter of time."

I shook my head, "I need to go to him. Dean will need my help."

Cain placed his hands on my shoulder as he shook his head, "No. You need to rest."

"But…."

"No buts. You need to rest and stabilize yourself. Once you have your bearings, then you can go to him."

I sighed, "You're right."

Cain gave me a smile and kissed my forehead. "You rest. I'll bring you some food."

I only nodded as I made my way to my room. I took off my boots and sweater before lying down on the bed. My thoughts were everywhere as I tried to do Adam's meditation and listened to the forest.

It would be thirty minutes when Cain came in with a plate of food. Before checking on me, he set it on the nightstand to ensure the mark was not calling me. It was puzzling how the mark was affecting me without bearing it. Once Cain was sure I was good, he left.

Cain had finished making the stew. I ate the stew feeling some comfort as it brought memories. As I ate, I started to notice a strange aftertaste. I paused, wondering if Cain had used the wrong spices and herbs. Using the spoon, I examined the stew to see if I could find any evidence. However, a strong wave of exhaustion took over. A blanket of drowsiness. I yawned, trying to fight the sleep.

Setting the bowl aside, I got up, sensing something was wrong. My balance disappeared when I stood, and I fell to the ground. All my energy has vanished.

"Pa!" I called out.

Cain came in with a neutral expression.

"Something's wrong," I panted.

Cain came over as he picked me up, and placed me on the bed. He moved the bedding and tucked me in. What is he doing? I told him something was wrong, and he was tucking me in. My breathing started to slow down. Once I was secured, Cain combed his fingers through my hair.

"Get some rest," he murmured.

I tried to fight it, yet Cain hummed a lullaby until sleep took over.

.o0o.

I opened my eyes to find myself alone in the Cabin. I felt strange, like I had gotten enough sleep but still drowsy. I grunted, adjusting to stare at the alarm clock that read 3:14. I glanced out the window to see if it was the afternoon. Somehow, I slept the day away.

However, something did not feel right.

I reached for my cellphone and unlocked it. I saw countless missed calls and texts from Dean, Sam, and even Castiel. I scrolled through to see there were at least two weeks.

Two weeks! I thought in shock.

I've been asleep for two weeks.

I rushed out of bed, running to the den and searching for Cain. My father was nowhere to be found. I looked around to see any evidence of him being here in the last two weeks. The Cabin was clean, and there was firewood set and more by the fireplace. I placed my hands on chopped logs to feel they were dry, not recently cut. I went to the kitchen to find no fresh produce, as all the food I had bought had spoiled.

I was utterly confused as I tried to grasp what had happened. What has caused me to be asleep for two weeks? I tried to remember the last thing I did. Recalling I was cooking supper before having an episode. Cain came in, calming me down and telling me to rest. Everything else was fuzzy.

Suddenly a dark thought lingers.

My eyes widened as I made my way outside. When I opened the door, a scent of blood filled the air. A strong fresh aroma. Only this was not the blood of an animal. No, after my years of travel and encountering violence in wars…. I recognized the scent of human blood.

My eyes water for all the hard work that has failed. Taking a deep breath, I started searching for the source of the blood. As my nose led me to the shed. I stood there, sensing Cain was not on the property, yet the scent was strong. Death. All I could smell was death. My hands shook as I slowly latched onto the door and opened it. The light seeps in to expose everything. Everywhere was covered in blood, with bodies piled up and wrapped in linens.

A sob escaped my lips.

I've seen Cain kill demons who possessed humans.

I've seen the aftermath of his killing of a deviant man.

But now, this was not self-defense or a slip of control.

No…this was murder.

Cain has relapsed.

"Vivian," murmured a voice.

I turned around to see Cain standing there with shame.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my chest. I gasped, eyes widening, staring at my father and then glancing down to see an ornate dagger. It was not an angel blade. No…it was an artifact of a silver dagger coated in a potion and ash. I glanced up, feeling utter betrayal as the coldness took hold.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he stepped closer, shoving the dagger deeper.

"Why?" I choked, feeling my strength vanish..

I tried to fight him off to get the dagger out before the potion took effect. Cain, however, took hold of my arms and restrained me. I thrashed and screamed, yet, he maneuvered himself around me, securing my arms as he shushed me. The potions seeped into my bloodstream, numbing every part of my body to become paralyzed. My body collapsed, and Cain lowered us down, holding me in his arms.

I tried to grab the dagger, yet my limbs won't work. My breathing became shallow while my heartbeat slowed down. Fear was taking over as I stared at him, silently begging him to not do this. Pleading him to remove the dagger.

Instead, Cain held me in his arms, shushing me like a little girl again.

My eyes became hazy as the lids began to drip. I tried to form words, yet nothing came out. As the coldness took hold, drawing me back to the darkness.

The last thing I saw was my own father.

Along with his words, "I'm sorry."

Soon everything became black.

.o0o.

Cain's POV

Cain held his daughter as the dagger and potion took effect, putting Vivian in a coma. Well, not a coma, but a sleeplike death. Her fair skin turned ashen as the markings covered her body. A sign of her powers trying to keep her alive, yet comatose. Cain couldn't kill his daughter. She was the only good thing he had. The only thing he had of Colette.

After killing those demons at Mullen Haven, the desire to kill returned. At first, he tried to fight the temptation. Making the excuse that killing those demons was to protect his daughter and to allow Dean to escape. So those weeks while traveling, he ignored the urges for his daughter's sake. To keep his promise to Colette.

But the desire won that. He needed to kill.

So, he sent Vivian off to check on Dean. During her absence, Cain would search for a killer just like himself and murder the individual. He tried hunting, finding nests of vampires and other monsters that could tame the urges. Monsters provided a challenge, yet they did not satisfy lust for murder. Only killing a human did, and so he hunted down sinners who were just like him.

Time went on as he continued to send Vivian away. The moment she is gone, he searches for a killer. Yes, hunting animals was fun and all, but it did nothing. So, the hunt for killers did the deed. However, with every blood he had spilled, he sensed these killers were from his bloodline. All these murders, fighters, abusers, and nearly every horrible person he slew had his blood.

The realization struck him hard.

Cain knew he needed to fix that. If he wanted to mend his wrongdoings, he needed to erase his bloodline of killers. The ones who have committed the sin or murder and those who have not done so. Yes, he knows not all have been killed, but the disease lingers in their veins. He needed to kill all of his descendants. Purge the world of his wrongdoings.

Until he thought of Vivian.

His sweet daughter sired out of love and bears the powers of the mark. Vivian was just like Colette, pure and loyal. He knew Vivian would disapprove of it and did not want to risk her safety. Therefore, he went through his collection and pulled out an artifact, an Ash Dagger. Crafted by witches to subdue powerful creatures. All required was an herbal paste and the origins of the creature's beginnings. Cain had to go back to Jasper Springs, Mississippi where Vivian was born. He collected branches of the native trees and the magnolia. Staring at the tree he planted for his wife's grave brought regret as he apologized to Colette for what he had become.

He burned the branches to make the ash, coating it on the dagger, and waited. He tried to prologue by putting a sleeping draft in the stew, but he lost track of time. So when Vivian woke and saw the bodies, he stabbed his daughter.

All of his emotions spiral out of control.

Vivian will never forgive him, and he accepts that.

All he can do is accept his relapse and extinguish the stain he left on this world.

As he stared at his only pure descendant in his arms.

What do you all think?

Will the Winchesters be able to save Vivian from her own father?

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