Authors Note: Its short but this is my second update in one week. Cut me some slack por favor.

Fight For The Night

The fight between Ail and I had begun. Ail regained her stance before whispering words that I could hear as though she was yelling threw a high school loud speaker.

"Hoy es el día de su muerte." today is the day of your death It was Spanish, something my mother had said to my father the day Ail had showed up in my life.

"Veremos quién gana mi vida." we'll see who wins my life I responded, the words came out of my mouth with a taste of pure metal.

Both of us ran toward the other, full speed slamming our bodies together until one knocked down the other. Ail swung her left fist into my face the moment I pinned her on the floor. I mentally stopped Ail's hand and head butted her causing her nose to bleed like the Niagara falls.

"That's for interrupting Dean and me!"

Ail smiled, her teeth bleeding, turning her white teeth a pinkish red. "You know the moment I get rid of you I'll be the one to enjoy the rest of the night with him."

I released one hand from pinning her down and elbowed her in the face. My eyes lit up with that ice blue look and I mentally gripped and squeezed her heart.

"AHHH!" she screamed in a desperate terrorized squawk.

With the blink of her eyes she threw me off her up to the ceiling and back down to the floor. Now that fucked me up. I spat out blood and felt a hot pain sprinkle throughout my right shoulder.

"C'mon Lia. I didn't think this would be so easy. Get up… that's an order." Ail said at once. She stood circling my fallen body, walking in a weakened state. The pain in my shoulder crept along my entire arm, making it impossible to feel anything but dead weight. "Get up!"

I raised my upper body from the floor and shot her a look of hatred. The room picked up an awkward sense, like every smell and color had disappeared. The only thing my eyes and nose picked up was the noticeable faint smell of blood and the crimson red it left behind on our faces and floor.

With the whip of my head Dean's pillow lifted revealing his hunting knife that flew across the room piercing Ail just above her left chest. She let out a grunt of shock and pain as she fell to her knees and pulled it out. I rose up from the floor and popped my shoulder back in place. The quilt that was on my bed had slid across the floor and wrapped around my feet without notice. Within another second I was brought back down to the floor and dragged up against one of the walls. Hung upside down Ail threw the knife in my direction, I closed my eyes and reopened them to see the knife stop only a inch away from my beautiful face by the bible that was found in the draw beside the bed. I grabbed the knife out from the bible and cut the sheets that trapped me against the wall. Ail mentally grabbed a bag of mine that had over a dozen knifes and sent them rushing in my direction before I could hit the floor. Circling my hands as if drawing an eight in the air, the table in the room spun toward me, acting as a barricade against the knifes. Small chips of wood sprayed around me as the knifes cut clean through the wood.

"Holy shit, time I turn up the heat."

As soon as the last knife hit the table I stood up throwing the table aside and walked toward Ail. With the flick of my fingers the knifes in the table pulled out and sprung forward toward Ail. With the wave of her hand she stopped them and they fell to the floor below her. One by one I kept throwing them, she missed one that clipped her leg and another that actually stabbed her right hand jerking her body sideways. When her body jerked I ran up to her slamming my fist into her left cheek, blood spurting out of her mouth. Ail fell to the floor trying to pick herself up until a sharp excruciating pain explored her body in a quick hot flash, emitting from her lower left side of her stomach.

My hand pressed that knife deeper into her stomach, jerking her body upward. With the slightest movement of my wrist I twisted it sideways to open the wound wider and pulled it out. My hand was soaked with the blood that the wound had poured out and the knife shook violently in my hands.

Ail's body went limp for a moment, but she wasn't going to fall inside the black that easily. She was strong and I knew it, or at least now I know it. Once her body went limp for that one second I turned to face Dean on the bed, completely ready to continue along with my life.

"Bingo, I win." I turned back around to take one last look at Ail. She was standing perfectly erect in back of me. Before I could finish turning in her direction she shoved her hands in front of her, causing me to slam to the other side of the room. This time she did not let me fall to the ground, she held me pinned up against it. With her strength weakened she fell to her knees but did not let me go. I tried breaking away from her mental grip but even in her state she was to strong.

"Wrong game…" She took in deep breathes between words. "We're not…playing…bingo. We're… playing keno."

"What the fuck is keno?" I asked in a strained, tight voice.

Ail ignored my remark and kept her focus. The harder she tried the more she tired out. Her hands fell to the floor as she began breaking my bones one at a time.

First my arms, my legs, my ribs and so on. Each pop-crrrrack echoed in my ears as the pain shot from one body part to the other. My mind became filled with the sound of thunder. Despite the pain I didn't scream, if I fell right there and then I'd go down with pride.

My eyes were closed tightly as to try to break away from her hold but the pain blocked all concentration that I had left. Tears began rolling down my face as an involuntary reflex. There was no way to go through all that pain and not cry, even the strongest of men would cry, but still I did not scream. My tears turned from a watery liquid to a gooey substance, like Elmer's glue but red. New tears came out in blood, creating a mesmerizing contrast against my icy blue eyes. Blood made its way up my throat and out my mouth, spilling out my mouth to my shirt and floor. My eyes began closing without command, as to give in to the pain and sleep that never ending sleep. But I would not let them. I wouldn't let her win, I didn't want to.

Ail was on all four focusing as hard as humanly possible. Her eyes still red began closing from pure pain that still licked at her body from her stomach. She released her grip, saving whatever strength she had left to start time again. My broken body dropped to the floor and I gave out a shriek of pain. Everything felt sharp, the fall to the floor, the fall and rise of my chest with each breath. It felt like millions of little needles stabbing in one spot at different angles. My skin gave off the feeling of little bugs crawling all over me from the lack of blood in my veins, slowly turning my body numb and heavy.

Ail and I both laid there, bleeding on the carpet of the cheap motel room. Everything around me, broken glasses, chips of wood, piled up knifes, began returning to where they came from. The process was slow.

As soon as everything went back to how it was before Ail had interrupted Dean and me, Ail began disappearing.

"N..no…" I whispered gently, so soft I could barely hear myself.

I laid there dying… unable to stop Ail from taking my body.

When Ail opened her eyes she was beneath Dean, who had stopped on his own terms. He sat up on his knees and climbed off the bed putting his bowers back on. He sat on the side of the bed running his hands through his short spiky hair.

He had seen her eyes, not as my normal grey ones but red ones. It was just a glimpse but he caught it.

"What's wrong Dean?" Ail tried to sound as similar to me as possible. She sat up and started rubbing his bare shoulders.

Dean was use to realizing when people weren't themselves. The wrong movement would make him suspect you were possessed or just not right. The only problem now was that he didn't know what to do. Just stop? Play along… Or kill her? He made a promise, one he would have to give into if push came to shove. But not too soon, She can still fight back, I just have to give her some time. He thought.

"It's late, and I'm tired. You should go to bed." Dean stood up from where he sat, before he could take a step toward his bed Ail began gasping, inhaling heavily and shaking uncontrollably. Ail's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she twitched on my bed, grabbing for Dean not knowing what was going on. Despite the fact that he knew is was Ail, Dean struggled to grab for her hands. When he did he pinned them down beside her in an attempt to calm her down. Ail's breathing became frantic, her skin pale and her eyes became lifeless and blank.

Somehow through out all the madness Ail found the strength to freeze time, the only thing wrong is she didn't stop twitching. She was still pinned down by Dean which was a good thing for the time being. She looked over to where she had left me on the floor only to see a pale wrinkled man leaning over my blood soaked body. His hand gently resting on my forehead whispering that everything would be okay.

Weakening by the second, I looked up at the man that was draining me of all energy.

Yeah people… it was a reaper. My luck right?

Authors Note:Okay that's it for this chapter. I'll update soon. I would have put more for this chapter but it was the perfect spot to cut it off for the next chapter. So I'm sorry its short. R&R please!