Dean gets to met Helena, the vampire that is after his blood.

Chapter 4

Dean woke with a pounding in his head that rivalled the worst hangover that he'd ever had. He realised that his hands were no longer bound and he touched them to his head, feeling the small wet patch of blood at the back. He winced as a new sensation of pain lanced through his head.

"Friggin' jerks, I was tied, did you real have to hit me that hard." He shouted out loud but to no one in particular. He was alone. The room he was in was badly lit but he could tell it was some sort of basement. He pulled himself off of the floor struggling to make his legs obey him; the cold of the room had seeped through his clothing chilling to the bone and his tiredness was threatening to overwhelm him.

"Great, in a cold, damp basement in a vamps nest, 'cos that always ends well."

His mind wandered to his brother, he prayed again that Sam had managed to get out alive, and then he turned his thoughts back to his own predicament.

The basement was windowless and lit only by the weak overhead bulb and the pale light that shone under the door. He walked over and tried the door really just more for something to do, he didn't expect to be able to escape that way. It didn't budge under his pressure, no surprise there, and there was no keyhole on his side probably meaning that it was secured by bolts. He felt round the door, the hinges where on the outside as well, there was no way through. He sighed and turned his attention to the rest of the room.

He groaned as he turned his head too quickly and pain shot down his neck causing him to mutter a few obscenities under his breath.

He noted that the room was obviously well used. There were chains bolted to the walls in a few spots with what looked like rust on them but running his hands on them confirmed his fear that it was dried blood.

"Great, this is getting better all the time."

In the corner stood a metal bedstead with handcuffs attached to it, the metal frame of it was covered in blood and there was a nasty stain on the floor below it, someone had had a whole heap of fun in this room he thought dismally. He sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head.

He watched as the light in the room altered and knew that the door behind were he sat had been opened. He didn't turn, didn't care who had come for him only that the fight for survival was about to start and they were dealing with an expert; he wasn't going to go down without taking bodies at some point, that was damned sure.

The two vampires walked to face him, one male, and one female. Dean sized up his opposition. The male vamp was built like an amazon, his muscles on his arms the thickness of Dean's legs. He smiled at Dean, a slow lazy smile that Dean wanted nothing more than to wipe from his face. He pulled a knife from the waistband of his jeans and walked closer.

"I need you to do a little strip for me. Just the jacket and the shirt are fine for now."

Dean laughed at him. "I don't think so, what are you going to do to me if I don't? Torture me? Kill Me? Think that's kinda the plan already so you can just get on with it without my help." Dean folded his arms, challenging 'Mr No Neck' to try and touch him. No Neck rose to that challenge. He moved quicker than Dean could ever have thought possible of someone that size, knocking him back and pinning him to the bed frame, his weight on Dean's chest immense. He pushed the knife in under Dean's chin, drawing blood.

Dean watched as the vampire followed the trail of blood as it ran slowly down across his neck.

"Take off the jacket and the shirt or I'll do it for you and I won't just stop there. I'll be quite happy to let you freeze your ass off in here in your birthday suit and I'll have some fun getting you that way. Understand?" No Neck made it clear exactly what kind of fun he intended to have by letting the knife drift down Dean's body.

Dean was reckless on occasion but he was not stupid. He decided that now was perhaps not the best time to fight back so he started to shrug his jacket and shirt off, hesitating slightly as the frigid air chilled his bare skin. No Neck urged him on with a flick of the knife. "See that wasn't so hard was it?" That smile was back on the vamp's face, Dean no longer wanted to just wipe it away, he wanted to take his fist and smash the smile into little bits but he knew the time wasn't right so he waited; patience was one of Dean's newly discovered skills.

"Now lie down on the bed."

Dean did as he was told. The other vampire, a little blonde thing walked over and fastened the handcuffs round his wrists then she walked down to the foot of the bed and removing his boots and socks secured his ankles with the other set.

"Now what?" Dean addressed the question to the female.

"She's here." She looked at him and he could see fear registering in her eyes as a figure walked through the door and stopped beside her, watched as she unconsciously moved to the side to put some distance between her and it.

"You can leave us now." The voice was silky smooth but the sound of it was enough to send the two vampires scurrying from the room. "Wait outside for me." They stopped, nodded their confirmation and stepped into the corridor beyond the door.

Dean turned his head to fully take in his new adversary. He had expected Kate but this wasn't her, this he reasoned must be the mysterious 'she'.

She was tall but all her other features were hidden by the floor length purple cloak she wore, the hood pulled up over her head, hiding her face from him. Slowly she walked round the bed and sat down next to him at waist level.

Dean shut his eyes when he saw the hand that was about to touch him. The hand that reached for him was almost mummified the dry flesh hanging loosely from the bones and as he felt the touch he heard the scream, his brain quickly registering that is was him, he was the one screaming, her touch making a wave of terror that he couldn't fight wash through him and take compete hold of him.

"Look at me." The voice did not match with the picture of her his brain had conjured up in his head, the voice was sweet and inviting but he couldn't bring himself to look at whatever might pass for a face on this thing, because if the face matched the hand……..

"I.Said.Look.At.Me." The voice had a harder edge to it this time and the hand slid under his chin, forcing his head up.

"No, please." He tried to fight out of the hold she had on him but he couldn't, slowly his face was raised, he knew that he had to open his eyes but her touch made him afraid to do so.

"Look.At.Me." This time he did, something in the voice making him obey. He instantly wished he could have fought that urge, her face was almost skeletal, the flesh hanging from it, the eyes nothing more than orbs floating in their sockets. She tilted his head to the side and lent in, her breath was foul and he gagged as her ragged lips brushed his on the way past. He wanted to scream again but couldn't, his throat unable to form any sound, the sight of her face having taken the breath from him.

Slowly she lowered her head down to his neck and he felt the teeth as they sunk into his flesh, gently, tenderly puncturing his skin, feeling her connect with him; she slowly drained the blood from him. He cried out as he felt his heartbeat slow and falter and he could feel himself drifting, a warm feeling of contentment washing over him, contrasting with the horror that her touch still brought. He felt himself drift to the edge of the abyss; his last conscious thought that if this was it then least it had been quick.

She pulled back before death could come and claim him. She needed him, needed his deliciously tainted soul, the soul that turned his blood to wine for her. She brushed her fingers over the skin of his face and thought how beautiful he was in his repose, how lonely she was, perhaps she would spare him when she was done, turn him. It had been a long time since she had shared her existence with another. Perhaps he would be the one to join her but first she would let Kate have her fun with him; if he survived that then maybe that would prove that he was worthy of being her mate.

She stood and brushed the flaking skin on her hand back into place, then she turned to the two vampires in the room, noting with pleasure that they too were unable to look at her face.

"You know what to do." She turned and left the room. The female vampire walked over to the bag that she had left just inside the door; from it she took a bag of blood and an IV line. They worked quickly on him, pushing the line into his arm and hanging the bag from a hook in the wall.

"Did you check his blood type?" Both of them looked hungrily at the contents of the bag now dripping into Dean's arm.

"Yes, twice." The female vampire was annoyed to have her ability to do a simple job questioned.

"Only asking, 'cos if he dies before she's ready for him too, you're on your own."

"Gee, thanks!"

"Almost feel sorry for the poor bastard." No Neck looked down at Dean. "Wouldn't want that snacking on my neck, that's for damn sure and as for the rest….." He didn't need to finish the sentence; she knew exactly what he meant. She stopped to pick up her bag and then turned for a last look at the man lying unconscious on the bed, yeah; she wouldn't want to be in his position, if fact if she wasn't already, she'd rather be dead. He was sure gonna wish that soon enough.

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Kate was waiting nervously upstairs for her return.

"Well Helena?" She was the only one of them that would look at her Helena noticed. Just for that alone she deserved her reward.

"He's magnificent. His blood is wonderful, I feel a change already." She watched Kate hovering anxiously. "You can have your fun with him for a while when he wakes, but do not bleed him, do you understand, I need the fresh blood in him to have time to turn. This has to work. Are we clear?"

Kate licked her lips and nodded. "Crystal." Kate didn't care, she couldn't drink from him anyways but she had lots of other ways she intended to amuse herself with Dean Winchester.

Helena reached out and put her hand under Kate's chin, smiling as she neither flinched nor pulled away. "Well have fun then."