Chapter 8:

Sam's shackles were released from the ceiling and two black robed figures followed Kate towards the room where they were going to keep Dean.

"What are you going to do with my brother?!" Sam shouted at Kate's form, he wasn't too sure what she was anymore. She didn't answer him. They continued walking until they reached the dingy room that looked like a medieval torture room, but Sam had a sinking feeling it was older than that. She gestured towards a spot in the middle of the room.

"Place him there, and the other beside him." She said coldly, he voice was different, lower. The servants chained Sam to the rafters and finally answered him. "That depends."

"What are you?" Sam's voice reaching desperate and demanding levels.

"My name was Laya Kayla, I was queen, long ago... how long have I been imprisoned?" She turned towards one of the guards.

"Over five thousand, five hundred years, madam." He bowed to her. Her expression was calm, almost gentle. "That is a very long time for your kind to remember me, and pray tell." He demeanor changed and the 'pupils' of her eyes went red, her brows furrowed and she grabbed the guard by the neck.

"Why has it taken you so long to set me free?"

The guard was terrified. "Please, my lady! We had to recover the vase that served as your jail! We couldn't find a host worthy of your grace and beauty…"

"AND YOU THINK THIS HOST IS WORTHY!?!? Mark my words, slime, this body is good, for a human, but if our bodies weren't destroyed in the battle, you fools wouldn't had have to find me a body in the first place!"

With this her grip tightened and the guard's neck snapped and she dropped his body like a rag doll. A black mist seeped out of his orifices. Sam could see his neck was crushed, as if it'd been placed in a vice. She almost looked surprised by this. "Mortals, they break so easily."

Almost on cue, three minions dragging a slumped form came through the door.

"Dean!" Sam shouted, worry audible in his voice.

Dean's head rose, blood seeping from his nose and mouth. "Sammy?" He asked, not sure what he was seeing, his vision was still blurred, and then everything came back to him. He tried to fight his captors, when one punched him in the stomach and he doubled over. Then his hands were brought high above him and were chained to the rafters.

Kate walked towards him, studying him, walking in a circle around him. She turned her head towards her subjects, a little anger in her voice, and the red in her eyes slightly fading, but still present.

"Leave us. And take THAT with you."

She commanded, pointing at the dead henchman. Dean was also studying the girl. She's clearly possessed, kinda hot though. Definitely the Kate girl, the voice was almost the same, just harder. What the hell happened to her face? She still had half her face caked in blood.

"Now, human, your brother asked me what I am, so I will kindly give you a short history lesson. I was called Laya Kayla, thousands of years ago, I was queen of the world, and I ran over my children, my glorious children. I ruled supreme with an iron fist for hundreds of hundreds of years. Then the rebel, Lillith came to destroy my empire and make it hers, with her army...very foul creatures that fed on your blood to survive. Lillith found a way to destroy the bodies of my children, and my own. But she couldn't kill me so she imprisoned my essence in that vase. Any questions?"

Sam and Dean just stood there, Dean tuned in and out, waiting for her to stop her monologue but Sam paid careful attention to every word she said. Praying to find a clue for the way to kill her.

"Why are we still alive?" Dean asked eagerly, she turned to him, a devilishly mischievous grin on her face.

"You humans, always thinking about yourselves. Your brother here." She turned to Sam and pressed against him again, making him shudder. "Shall be host to my mate." She smiled again and grabbed Sam's hair, pulling him to her face, his arms burning as she did so. She roughly kissed him on the lips, shoving her tongue in his mouth, Sam was moaning in pain.

She pulled away from him, blood in her mouth. "I always thought vampires were foul, but your blood has that sweet taste of naivety, and the richness of power. And you." She walked back over to Dean. "Sorry doll face, your not my type." Shut up, Dean! Sam thought.

"You shall be my plaything, I will relish in hearing your cries for mercy." When she said this, in one swift moment she ripped the front of his shirt in two. Then dug her nails in his chest and brought them down, a trail of blood flowed her long, delicate fingers. When she was done, she brought her hands to the middle of his chest and separated his gashes with her fingers.

Dean was groaning. "Don't be shy, I love the sound of a strong man in pain." She smiled again, showing her white teeth. She dug her nails into his chest again making more gashes, and then she licked the blood off his chest. "You're quite the bad, aren't you, Dean?"

Sam couldn't take much more of this, he had the urge to vomit all over his feet. "Stop it, Kate! I know you're in there! Don't do this, fight it!"

Laya Kayla stopped and looked Sam in the eyes; she swiftly backhanded him, busting another lip. "You foolish boy! Thinking a silly girl can defeat me for control!" She then held her head and groaned. Then sank lower towards the floor, struggling to hold up her own weight. Moaning and gripping her head tighter, she started clawing at her neck and pulling at her hair.

She opened her eyes, Sam saw that familiar pale-blue.

TBC