Disclaimer: Just like the other eight chapters, I still don't own any of Supernatural, all products of brilliant writers and the malicious CW.
Songs use this time around are Linkin Park- What I've Done, Evanescence- Snow White Queen, 3 Doors Down- Behind Those Eyes, and Buckcherry- Everything.
Blue MoonChapter 9: Things That Start With 'D'
You said "I got something to say"
Then you got that look in your eye
"There is something you've got to know"
You said it as you started to cry
My eyes burned, threatening to spill forth those treacherous tears. Damnit I would not cry in the face of death. I would not.
I stared right into those blazing emerald eyes, up the shiny barrel of his treasured sawed of shotgun. Time stood still. The only way I could tell it passed at all was his hand. It was shaking now, even in its teacup two-handed grip. His arms were starting to waver as well.
Strength doesn't matter when you're holding a gun. After a few minutes, no matter if your Arnold the Govenator or an anorexic twig, your muscles will scream at you.
"I can't do it," he whispered, so softly that if I wasn't a friggin a werewolf, I would have barely heard a mumble. He also lowered the gun, and I held out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
"What?" Sam asked. See? Told ya so.
"I can't do it Sam!"
"Dean, give me the gun, I'll do it for you."
"No!"
I think this one of those moments where I should shut up and let them decide. As long as the gun wasn't pointed at me, I'd be quiet, for now.
"Dude, I know you like her and all, but its not like—"
"I love her Sam!"
"WHAT?!" I finally spoke up, somehow synchronizing with the younger brother. Hopefully the boys would watch their step, couldn't have them stepping on my jaw, which must be on the floor somewhere.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that into my hopeful ear?"
"That all depends," Dean began, "Can you explain what the fuck is going on?" He practically growled the last words, fighting not to raise his voice at me. And god damnit it was really hot.
See? This is what happens when I date. I feel no pull whatsoever to the cute yet dull guys, thus I end up getting turned into a werewolf and this time almost getting killed for BEING a werewolf. Love has almost gotten me killed, twice. Then again I'm still not sure if I'm walking out of here ever again and why are they looking at me like—holy shit I just said that all out loud!
Not a good time for my mind to have a verbal epiphany.
"Ok, for starters, ignore the accidental thinking out loud. Second, I'm not a dominatrix, a druggie, a diabetic, or anything else that begins with D for that matter. I'm a werewolf. But I've never hurt anyone.
"I know you found one of my syringes. Its how I control it. Silvernitrate and Ativan during the day, switch the Ativan for Haloperidol at night. It keeps the beast in line."
The fact that I had made all of that, those barely seven sentences, into coherent understandable phrases was a miracle. Conjugations and feelings spun around my cerebral cortex so fast it gave a whole new meaning to the term brainstorm. The combined confusion, anger, fear, and care from the two brothers (gee wonder where the caring came from) only added to my mental tornado. I was amazed I wasn't getting dizzy.
"I've spent that past year of my life hunting down Eric. Cleaning up his mess," though really, that was a lie. For forever I secretly called it my mess. It was my responsibility to hunt down Eric. In my own fucked up way of Dean taking care of Sam, I in turn took care of Eric.
"How do we know your not just like Madison?" Sam asked, his face carefully neutral.
"Its good of you to bring that up, though there's no need for the emotion mask," I added. It was my own twisted way of lightening the mood. Stating a random fact to help whoever I was arguing with. If he were yelling I would tell him to stop or his throat would be sore.
"Eric made Madison. It's his M.O. He gets off on turning lovers or the like. He's sick, smart, and a twisted son of a bitch."
"No, Kurt made Madison," Dean interjected.
I couldn't help but grin just a little when I put in my response. Being intelligent doesn't come too often for me, so I savor what little moments of it I have.
"Yes, but who turned Kurt?"
Silence. Point taken.
"I know what you do on Lunar Haven. Why couldn't you do the same for Maddie?"
Oh hell. Sam used a pet name. For the first time in the past forever of staring down the barrel of a gun, I was glad to be the one locked in a cage.
"She was already gone. And I don't mean this from a moral stand view or any of it. Once a lycan takes a life, they never go back, and they never stop. I was going to take out Madison myself, but you took care of that. I watched from a window outside as you cured her. I really am sorry for what you had to go through. If I thought I was like Eric, or Madison, I would have taken care of myself a long time ago."
I didn't have to turn around to know the sun was gone. The moon called to me like a forbidden mistress, seducing my senses. The shifting of bones broke the spell.
Someone was screaming, and it was me. I was on my knees on the concrete floor, no idea how I got there. The ribs, it always starts with the ribs.
Shapeshifting is not elegant. Its not smooth, or pretty, or even fast for that matter. There's no little POOF I'm a wolfie now, or a glow for that matter. Its slow, its disgusting, and it hurts like nothing else on this earth.
Muscles shoved my skeleton too and fro. My metacarpals were breaking and re-knitting, and my skin danced like some second mass, alive and breathing with a life all its own.
"Get out," were the only two words I could speak while I remembered how to breath.
Sam left without a fuss, but Dean wouldn't have any of it. Surprise surprise.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said calmly, a clear demand.
"Dean," I gasped as my lungs began to fill out the ribs, "I go," breath, "crazy around you when,"gasp, stupid fucking leg muscles, "I'm human. After I shift," I barely managed to squeak out as my phalanges broke and re-knitted. "I might…I need you gone." I barely cried out as my hands finished growing out a nice set of claws.
"Jesse, I'm staying,"
"Then I need—" but the words were lost as my spine contorted, making my back arch and ripping a cry from my throat.
"Shoot me,"
My eyes were met with hazel orbs, filled with a haphazard mixture of confusion and worry.
"We already had this discussion, I won't."
"Not that," I barely whispered, my voice coming out hoarse when raised. My body felt like molten clay, impossibly hot and pliable. It was almost over. He needed to hurry. Now.
"The tranq gun," I finished, one disturbingly long and gnarled hand pointing to the forlorn weapon, propped in the corner.
He quickly grabbed it and took aim. As he did so my skin began to move faster and faster, until it wasn't skin anymore. I could feel it spilling over me, drenching me in clear liquid goo so scalding it should have burned, and as always it miraculously did not. My mind slipped away and my beast howled in victory for a moment or two, until something stabbed my hind leg. The world went black, and all was quiet and peaceful.
Buried way beneath the sheets
I think she's having a meltdown...
Loosing her grace starts to cry
I feel her pain when I look in her eyes
She was different. I've never seen an actual wolf form of a werewolf before. If I hadn't known what was really lying in that cage, I would have been wondering what the hell someone was doing with a Timberwolf locked in their cellar.
Her fur was this silvery gray, like mercury, only lighter. In the light of the moon it had an almost blue radiance to it.
Dread was the main thought on my mind. Because tomorrow morning we were going to have to work out a ton of emotional shit. No words could really explain just how much I did not want to fucking deal with it. No fucking chick flick moments, that's always been the unspoken rule.
But if I didn't, I'd lose Jesse. If there was a way to keep that from happening, then damnit to hell I was gonna do it. Doesn't mean I have to like it.
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
I woke with the word's most painful neck crick. The cage was empty. Probably went to go clean up, can't imagine that clear gunk of her skin is very comfortable.
It was when I walked into the kitchen that I knew something was off. Call it a hunch, hunter's instinct, but something was wrong, in a very bad way.
"Jesse!"
"She's not here,"
You belong to me,
My snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over
I awoke in a world of spinning Technicolor, my vision blurred and spotted, my senses dulled, body unwilling to move, and a migraine the size of Lake Eerie threatened to split my skull in two.
Taking in a breath, I smelled something. Musty, moldy, maple syrupy…this wasn't my cage. I opened my mouth to scream, but not sound came out.
"Ah, your awake,"
'Cause I've drawn regret
For the truth
Of a thousand lies
I came damn close to putting a silver shotgun shell right through dead boy and into the outlying wall.
"She got out," Sammy glared at me.
"No," Daniel countered, "She was taken."
"You don't know that."
"Listen you fool. The bars are not broken, the house is in order, and the cage is unlocked. With the added tranquilizer dart there is no possible way for her to have awakened before sunrise. The last, which concerns me the most, I can not sense ma cheri anywhere."
"Are you…is she dead?" I asked, barely able to form the words.
"Non, I doubt that greatly. Eric cares too much for her to allow it. But just as he escapes my sense, so must he be hiding her."
Soon I know you'll see,
You're just like me.
Don't scream anymore my love, 'cause all I want is you.
"Drink," and I did, only so I could spit the following words back.
"If you so much as hurt Dean, or Sam, in any way, shape, or form, there won't be enough left of you to fill a chipmunk's gallbladder."
He wasn't frightened, hell he wasn't even afraid. Stupid him, he should be. I've heard tales of Dean's rage, what lied under that cool and charming exterior. Yes, he should have been scared shitless.
Instead he laughed. Arrogant as always. Some things never change.
"Might I remind you my love that you are the one locked in a silver cage."
"Thank you for pointing out the completely and utterly obvious. What next, gonna tell me I'm naked?" I'd just noticed myself in the passing minutes as my senses came back to me.
My newly returned eyesight revealed that every scar was gone, as if they had never been. Aside from being locked in a cage, there was also a thick ring of salt, maybe 2 inches tall and wide, completely surrounding the cell. Said prison was in the middle of a basement, a very old one at that.
"Yes, there is that," he smirked, giving me a toe-to-head once over. "I was about to give you clothes, but you abuse my hospitality."
Yeah, like he was going to actually give me clothes. I could smell the lie, yippee! Back to all five senses.
"Yeah, I bet. I'm no ghost Eric, so why the spirit circle?"
"Can't have your precious phantom find you now, can I?"
Damn him to the deepest circle of hell. You know, the one were you're forever trapped in your 12 year old body surrounded by never ending legions of cockroaches that slowly pick you apart for all eternity while singing Nsync and forcing you to read John Steinbeck's The Pearl.
"Pray that I never break out of this cage. If I do, I'll snap your neck like a wishbone," I began, saying the next words in an all too cheerful and perky tone, "Wanna know what I'll wish for?"
He cocked a black eyebrow at me.
"Long life and happiness?"
I shook my head, sending my crimson locks flying.
"Chocolate mousse and Dean Winchester."
He laughed, shaking his head like a condescending parent.
"You will learn to love me again Jesse."
It was my turn to laugh, though the sound was not joyous like his. It was harsh and cruel, empty of all happiness, and like a thousand needles piercing his skin. He almost flinched. Almost.
"Remember that saying, you can't teach an old werewolf new tricks?"
"As you should remember that it is pointless to hide your fear. I can smell it now like fine Sauternes; sweet and enchanting."
"That's not fear you're scenting. It's a very pissed off Jesse Warner who is going kill you slowly, with pleasure."
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