AN: I almost forgot to explain things on this chapter. Lol. I really like this story, I think its better then Secret Corridors. But that's for you to decide. Hope you like! R&R!

Blood Bath

"Sam, go outside and get rid of whatever blood she trailed here." Dean ordered.

Sam ran to the bathroom and grabbed three towels off the towel rack. He wet two of them and rushed back into the room where Dean sat with Anna's corpse looking body.

"Here, wipe the blood off her." He threw Dean one of the wet towels and the dry one before rushing out the door.

Dean grabbed the wet towel and brought it to Anna's face. He wiped a clean line down her face, revealing her grey skin. That one small line of flesh was covered with deep set scratches that gushed more blood. He wiped her face, revealing more claw marks gushing out more of the red liquid he was trying to get rid of.

"Jesus, Anna… I cant clean your face. Every time I touch you, you bleed more."

Anna rolled her head in his lap and stared it him with her glazed over eyes. She opened her mouth and managed a whisper of her voice.

"What?" Dean leaned closer to her face to hear her clearer.

Anna's eyes fixed on the pulse in his neck, she dug her claws into the black carpet beneath her fighting against the need that her body begged for.

"… bath…" She said as she turned her face away from his, trying to avoid the beat in his neck that beckoned her to close her mouth around it like a piece of candy.

Dean stared down at her for a few seconds before lifting her up like a baby and carrying her to the bathroom. He sat her up in the bathtub and stripped off her sneakers and top. She groaned at every movement he made her go through, tears sliding down her face from the pain. It wasn't the first time he saw her in just a bra, but last time she didn't have wounds wide and deep enough across her body to shove his fist in. Even her bra was shredded, barely covering much of her breasts. Her blood acted like glue against her shirt and skin to that he had to peel her shirt off. She gave a soft shriek and closed her eye when he reached a wound on her chest where the shredded part of her shirt embedded itself into the wound. He pulled the fabric out of the wounds as gently as possible, knowing it would hurt her either way.

He slipped the shirt over her head before working on her pants. It was a lot harder to get off her, they were skin tight to begin with and covered in blood and gook.

"It seems like every time I take your pants off, its on a bad occasion." He joked dismally, pulling her pants down her hips.

She managed a faint smile that turned into a tight thin line of pain as he peeled the jeans out of one of the cuts on her thigh. Her claws raked along the edges of the tub creating a screeching nail on black board sound. The white colored paint beneath her claws peeled off as she dug her claws across it, she hissed at Dean with agony. He stopped pulling on the fabric and stared up at her with cautious eyes, his hands still against the sides of the tub.

She tried to give him sorry eyes, tried to apologize for hissing at him like the animal he thought she was but her eyes were too glazed over. It was to hard to put life in her eyes, to hard to wipe away the death in her eyes. She looked away from him and down to the pants he had gotten halfway down her legs. He reached down into the tub and grabbed her jeans, keeping his eyes on her. She held in her hisses and grunts of pain as he pulled the rest of her jeans down.

When he was done, Anna managed to raise her hand up to the middle of her chest. She used one of her clawed fingers as a razor and sliced the middle of her bra, letting her breasts hang out. Dean grabbed the straps and peeled it off her shoulders. Her looked down at her breasts, not like he would normally stare at a girls chest. She had a chunk of meat missing from her left boob, her right chest covered in cuts with small pieces of fabric that came from the bra embedded into the open flesh.

"Shit…" He breathed in disbelief.

She brought her claw to her hip and hooked it under the side of her panties. She snapped it on either side of her hips and grabbed the front half of it. Dean reached under her back and lifted her up so she could pull the fabric out from underneath her. It also wasn't the first time he saw her crotch, but he respected her enough not to look. He already thought he was going to be scarred from seeing her breast, he didn't want to scar himself for the rest of a females body.

He grabbed the shredded panties off her claws and tossed it aside.

"Now what?"

She only moved her eyes to point to the faucet handles on the tub. He followed her eyes and leaned over to twist the knobs, turning on the water. She stared down at the drain as he adjusted the heat of the water. The water splashed out the silver nozzle, washing away the fresh blood that had gathered at the bottom of the tub when Dean was taking Anna's clothes off. She watched the red water swirl down the drain until Dean plugged it shut. The tub filled inch by inch with the warm water. She watched the clear, clean water from the tub nozzle mix into the blood filled tub, pulling the blood free from her body.

The tub filled up to the brim with water before Dean thought it was enough to turn it off. The red bright color of the once clear liquid glowed like a red ruby against the whiteness of the tub.

Anna was almost completely submerged in the water, from her nose up was all that stood out of the water. The motel door opened and shut from the other room.

"Sammy?" Dean looked over at the open bathroom door and saw Sam throw a blood soaked towel on the only table in the room.

"There's a lot of blood Dean."

Dean looked over at Anna, she stared at him half dazed and then to the door, giving him the okay to leave her.

"I'll be right back."

Anna blinked up at him as he stood up and walked out the room. He grabbed another towel on the way out and joined Sam in the other room.

"Dean, she bled a lot. It was all over the place."

"How much more is there?"

"I got most of it, but people are going to wake up soon. We have to get it all gone before then. How's she doing?"

"I don't know… what ever it was that attacked her really attacked her. There's not a spot on her body that isn't cut up."

"She lost a lot of blood… I thought she could heal herself?" Sam turned the last into a question.

"Yeah. She might have lost too much blood, too weak to heal herself." Dean walked to the door with the towel, ready to help clean the mess outside. Sam followed behind him.

"Dean… Anna's a vampire… who just lost a lot of blood." Sam said, his mind racing with his words. "She needs to feed."

"Yeah, I figured that…"

Sam and Dean cleaned up the bloody foot prints and sprinkled red spots outside the motel as best they could before returning back to their room. They tossed the bloody red towels in a pile on the table and walked to the bathroom.

"I'm not opening a vein for her." Dean said to Sammy as they walked into the bathroom.

"Fine I will. She's already tasted my blood twice before, one more time wont-" Sam stopped himself as he starred into the bloody tub. The water was thick with the color of dark red blood. The only sign of Anna was the black cloudy shadow of her hair floating on the surface of the now gooey water.

"Anna!" Dean ran to the tub and dropped to his knees. He plunged his hands into the sticky red substance, reaching for Anna's body. The front of his chest hovered just above the water, the small waves his movements made slapped against his chest, soaking the front of his shirt. He wrapped his arms behind her back and pulled her to the surface. He lifted her upper body out of the water before switching his hands on her so he could lift her by her chest and legs. He got his feet under him and stood with her in his arms. The sticky red water cleared from her skin, rolled away from her flesh the same way water rolls off of an oil based substance. His arms were soaked with the blood, it rolled down his arms but refused to glide off the way it did her. Every piece of liquid rolled off her body back into the tub leaving her skin completely dry, even her hair was dry.

Her skin was still stuck in that gray death tone that she had changed into the night before, her wounds were clean and matched the color of her skin. The raw meat that was once soaked with blood was now a shade grayer then her skin. Her claws were much smaller then they had been before he left. Dean laid her down on the cold white tiles of the bathroom and grabbed her face.

"Anna, Anna wake up." He said, slapping the side of her face gently.

Her eyes shot open with a tint of blue spilling into her eyes. He let go of her face and felt a tension in his shoulders ease away.

"Don't do that, you scared the crap out of me."

She sat up and stared at the two boys. A look of fear entered her half dead eyes as the pulse in their necks glowed a bright red in her eyes. She stared at Dean and saw his lips moving, but the only sound she heard was the growing, thundering beats of their heart filling the room like hot air, suffocating her thoughts. She could practically see the blood coursing through their bodies, moving its way under their skin like a long snake.

"Anna, what's wrong?" Sam knelt down behind her, placing a towel over her bare shoulders. She forgot she was nude, but that didn't matter. Her hunger to feed screamed in her head, yelled at her to give in to the monster inside her. She turned to face him, she new his blood, she knew the taste that could fill her mouth and feed her body. The thought of her mouth around his neck flashed before her eyes, the taste of his blood spilling down her throat so clear and real it frightened her.

"Sam… back up." Dean stood up and widened the distance between her and him. He walked a large circle around her, as far away as the small room would let him, and grabbed the collar of Sam's shirt. He yanked his little brother away, interpreting the look of hunger and fright in her eyes.

Her eyes searched around frantically, trying to avoid staring at the boys. She brought her hands up to her ears and covered them, not wanting to hear their pulse. The towel slipped off her shoulders to the floor as she tucked her knees beneath her. Her hands held no pulse of her own, she was dead, the dead don't have a pulse unless they want to. Dean's racing heart grew louder even through the surface of her palms pushing against her ears. She tried to start up her own pulse, tried to block out both Dean and his brothers but she didn't have enough blood in her body to make her heart pump.

The attempt to start up her heart only made her need for blood more eager.

"No… no…" She repeated to herself. She crawled backwards till she reached the corner of the wall and curled herself into a ball.

"Dean what's going on?" Sam asked, eyes wide as he stared at her.

"She's hungry."

"What do we do?"

"We keep her away from us."

"Dean." Sam walked out the bathroom and scurried over to duffle bag beneath the rooms window and drew a hunting knife out of the small side pocket. He ran back into the bathroom and placed the knife a few inches below his wrist. He drew the knife across the width of his skin, pushing the tip of it deep enough to draw blood. He lifted his arm up to slow down the blood that was already seeping out.

"What are you doing?" Dean grabbed the knife out of Sam's hand and looked over at Anna.

Her face lit up with pure need. She stood on all four, ready to pounce on the bleeding prey before her. Her eyes fixated on Sam's wrist, watching the blood swell out from under his skin like some sort of animal attraction. Her muscles ached to move forward, to crawl forward and attack her prey. Anna flexed her claws into the tiles beneath her, digging it into the floor and squeezed her fingers against it. She was holding onto the floor as hard as she could, trying to stop herself from moving forward.

"She has to feed Dean. Not later, but now."

Sam walked up to Anna's crouching figure in small steps. Dean grabbed the back of Sam's shirt and stopped him.

"Look at her. She doesn't want human blood."

"She doesn't have a choice. It's all we have to offer."

"Let me do it." Dean placed the knife on his arm but Sam stopped him

"I already cut myself Dean. It's okay."

Anna's hands tugged at the tiles beneath her palms and ripped it off the floor. The closer he got, the stronger and more pungent his blood smelled. He kneeled down a few feet away from her and held out his arm, letting the blood drip to the floor. Dean stood behind him, ready to act fast if anything went wrong.

The smell of his blood entered her mouth as she hissed at him to get away. The taste of his blood on the air rolled on her tongue and she lost it. Her body sprung forward, claws grasped around his arm and dug into his skin. He gasped at the pain as she sunk her fangs into the already open wound and worked her jaw like a baby sucking on a pacifier to suck the blood out from under his skin. His blood filled her mouth, slid down her throat in hot burning waves. She held onto his arm like it was the last thing on earth and drank him down.

Sam's face scrunched up in pain as she bled his arm into her mouth. He started to sway on his knees after a minutes pass and turned to Dean. His vision was getting cloudy with each second, she was taking to much blood.

"Dean, get her off." He said in a low voice.

Dean circled around Anna and grabbed her under her arms. He pulled on her body but she wouldn't let go of Sam.

"Anna, your taking… to much." Sam tugged on his arm with what little strength he had left, she tightened her grip around him. Dean grabbed her jaw where it bit down on Sam's arm and tried to pry her mouth off him.

"Dean…"

"Anna let go of him!" Dean yelled.

Anna growled against Sam's arm, blood dripped out the sides of her mouth, staining her chin. Dean pushed his chest against her back and grabbed under her arms tighter, he began to pull her away when she released Sam's arm and turned her face to his. His pulse beat against her back, his neck so close to the side of her face that it drew her attention away from Sam.

Sam grabbed the wound on his arm and applied pressure to it as he fell on his back to the bathroom tiles. He laid there, grabbing his arm, unable to move from the amount of blood loss. He turned his head to Anna and Dean and saw Anna spin out of Dean's grip and pull his neck into her mouth.

Anna pulled Dean's throat into her mouth to fast for him to try to block her. Her teeth sank into the curve of his neck where his pulse beat against the skin. Blood popped out from the two holes like biting into a jelly filled donut. He tasted different from Sam, his essence was much more stronger, like comparing dark coffee to light coffee. He pushed at her shoulders, shoved at her to let him go. She crawled up against his body, wrapping her arms under his shoulders, her legs around his waist, wanting to drinking more and more of him.

"God damn it, Anna! Get off!" He yelled, trying to pry her off of him. She pushed her body tighter against his, locking him to her. She could feel his blood mingle with Sam's, feel it spread throughout her body, giving her the life that she had lost.

Dean's attempts to push her off weakened as she drank away at him. Her mind started to clear with each gulp of that sweet, metallic liquid.

"…Anna… stop…" Dean stopped trying to fight her and placed his hands on the floor beside him, trying not to sway and hit the floor.

Anna released his neck and licked the excess blood that spilled down his neck. She pushed away from him when he groaned and realized what she did.

"Oh my god… I'm so sorry…" She stood up and backed away from both boys until her legs hit the tub and she almost fell back in. She caught her reflection in the small bathroom mirror and dropped to her knees with shame. Her claws were covered in Sam's blood. Her chest dripping with Dean's.

Her claws shifted back into her hands now that she had enough energy to change. Her fangs slid back into her gums, her skin turning into her natural tan. The wounds on her body began to close little by little, leaving only thin lines against her skin. She stared at the boys, at Sam laying their half unconscious. Dean was still sitting up on his knees, his eyes clouded, body swaying.

"That… hurt." Dean whispered, staring at her.

"I'm sorry Dean." Anna got up and ran into the other room.

Dean finally let his body fall back, let himself fall into unconsciousness.

Dean came to on the bathroom floor a few hours later. His throat felt tight, his shirt stiff with blood. He sat up and touched his neck, feeling a strip of gauze wrapped around his throat like a turtleneck. The bathroom floor was wet with the water from the bath and the blood from both Sam and Dean.

Dean crawled on all four to his little brother and saw Sam's arm covered in the same gauze on his neck. He slapped Sam's face a few times before his little brother opened his eyes.

"Dean…" Sam shuffled himself to sit up, feeling the pain in his arm. "What happened?"

Dean looked around the small bathroom while answering his brother. "Anna got a little carried away. You okay?"

"Yeah, where is she?"

"I don't know."

Dean helped Sam up, they were both a bit wobbly on their feet but managed to walk out of the bathroom to see Anna sitting on the edge of Sam's bed with her face in her hands. She changed into one of Dean's black shirts and one of Sam's pair of boxers. Her skin was completely healed, no sign of any damage anywhere. She looked up from her hands to the boys, her dark blue eyes pleading for forgiveness. The boys stopped in the doorway just staring. Sam walked over to Anna at the foot of his bed and sat next to her. She scooted over creating a small distance between them.

"You don't look much like a hunter with that look in your eyes." Sam mumbled.

Anna looked up at him and realized he was telling her it was okay. She figured Sam would forgive her, he offered his blood to her, it was Dean she was worried about. He never trusted her and probably never will.

"Sorry." She put so much feeling in that one word, she was ashamed of herself, angry, and tired.

Dean took a seat at the rooms table and folded his hands over his knees, leaning forward. He stared across the room out the open window.

"Sam shut the window."

Sam got up from beside Anna and walked over to the window while Dean asked questions and Anna answered. He asked what happened the previous night and she filled him in, explaining in much detail. Sam took a seat on the other bed listening to the events of her night.

"…then I let put all my energy and passed out. Next thing I know, I'm knocking outside your door."

"I never heard of vampires glowing before." Sam announced.

"That's because we don't do it a lot. It's a hard trick to learn, took me over a hundred years… I'm dead right?"

"Yeah." Dean said.

"Something supernatural is keeping me alive. I don't know what, but it is. Keeping a dead body going takes up a lot of energy. Over time, we learn to use that energy in different ways. One way is to create light. That's why we're such great night predators. That man that pinned you on the tree uses his energy, occasionally, to defy gravity."

"And last night you guys needed to turn it into light." Sam replied.

"Yes. Its also where that myth of us being in the sun can burst us into flames."

"But that's not true though." Dean stated.

"Its not true to a certain extent."

"What do you mean?"

"The energy in us is all we need, other then blood to act like a battery to recharge it. That's why the sun hurts us. The sun is the life source of the earth, the life source of everything in this world. But vampires don't live in the sun, we don't need it to keep us going. We get our energy from something unexplainable. So when we go out in the sun, extra energy will feed into us because of its rays. It feels like little needles poking you, like a bad sun burn, but we cope with it when we have to. If, and when we stay in it to long, all that energy builds up inside us and we become like a power plant. Too much energy coursing through our body can cause us to combust into flames. We had to learn that the hard way."

Dean and Sam took a minute to sink in the new information. Sam shoved the information to the back of his head and went on with the matter on hand.

"You called them shadow vampires. I've never heard of that."

"You have, you just don't know it. Shadow people are creatures that appear as dark forms in the peripheries of people's vision and disintegrate, or move between walls, when noticed. Like when you see someone standing next to you at the corner of your eye but when you look head on, no ones there. They're just a shadow, no clothes, no hair, nothing, just pure black that can change its form into that of a human. Only there eyes are distinguishable. Like blood filled rubies. They're believed to be the spirits and souls of people who cant move on past their own death. Some people mistake them for demons, but that's just wrong."

"So these shadows from last night aren't just the souls and spirits of a human, but of a vampire." Sam stated.

Dean shook his head in disagreement. "Vampires don't have souls."

Anna glared at him in his seat with a death look that, if it could, would burn the skin off his body. "That's your opinion, so keep it to yourself." She turned her attention back to Sam and finished what she was saying. "Those abandoned towns with historical mumbo jumbo about demons and ghost haunting the place isn't always true. Shadow people don't really hurt humans, they actually just watch them live, they envy them. Shadow vampires are the ones that will do the harm. There have been a few cases since I turned into a vampire where they would drive out an entire town from their homes, resulting in people believing that demons were amongst them. Half the abandoned towns in the U.S. are actually result of such things."

"Why would they do that though? What do they get out of driving people out of their homes?" Sam asked.

"Other then the thrill of taking their prey? …Territory. These shadow vampires may be the souls and spirits of men and women who lived in the age where land was power. It would explain why they will move from town to town every few decades. Or they want to be left alone and are tired of watching others live. "

"How do we kill them?" Dean asked.

Anna stood up in her baggy clothes and stepped to the side so she could see both Sam and Dean.

"WE don't."

"What do you mean 'we' don't?" Dean stood up from his chair and paced over till he invaded her personal space.

"If my group of vampires couldn't even take out a few of them, what makes you think a mere mortal can do any harm?"

"We wont back down as easily as yours. They frightened to easily."

"They had a reason to be frightened. You have to be fast with the eyes to see them, otherwise all you get is a side view of them. Hunters are not the thing that is wiping vampires off the earth, these shadows are the cause of our demise. We have been battling them for centuries, since before I was even born. There's an entire world you know nothing about Dean. Not everything is as simple as a salt and burn gig."

"So teach us! You came to us when you were hurt, not the other way around. You need us."

"Maybe, but I'm not stupid enough to bring you guys into this."

"You already did." Sam interrupted. "We're not leaving this place till we make sure this town is safe. You said this is a battle, there are humans in the middle of this thing being killed just to add blame on vampires and its our job as hunters to help stop this… unless your in it for the battle."

"What are you talking about?" She hissed.

"This is a war between two types of vampires, is that personal to you? Are you only here for yourself or for the protection of others?"

Anna gaped her mouth at him, expecting such a question from Dean but never Sam. "I am a hunter before a vampire!"

"Really? Because this hurt like a bitch!" Dean ripped the bandage off his neck and pointed to the two puncture wounds on his neck.

Anna cringed at the sight of his neck, tears trailed down her cheeks at what she'd done. A black and blue was darkening around the sides of the holes.

"I didn't mean to! I wasn't me!"

"Yes it was! You're a vampire, you were acting exactly like what you are!"

A growl thrummed up her throat and eased out her lips. "Yes I am! And don't you ever forget that!"

"If Sam and me turn into a vampire I'm tearing your head off!"

"I have to share blood with you to turn you, that 'bite you' crap is a lie!" Anna hissed in his face and made a tired whining sound.

"Guys, cut it out. Anna, you're stuck with us on this one, so stop arguing with us and just tell us what we have to do." Sam yelled over their voices.

Anna stared at him and sat back down on the bed. She laid back and stared at the ceiling for a couple of fake heart beats and sighed inward. Knowing that even if she argued, they would still come along for the ride.

"Fine…"

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