Last night's finale ROCKED! I loved it! I won't say anything about it because I'm sure some of you haven't seen it yet. Now all I can say is COME ON SEASON THREE!!!!! As usual thanks for all the kind reviews.
Just Another Bad Day
Chapter twelve
The light no longer worked so Dean cautiously walked down the steps, the holy water in one hand, the stakes and flashlight in the other. He shined the light around the cellar looking for any sign of the two men. Finally he came across blood drops on the floor and followed them over to a pool of blood in front of a bunch of crates. Dean slowly approached the crates and could see legs sticking out from behind one of them. He laid the flashlight on a nearby table, its light shining on the body. He then got the holy water and one of the stakes ready and stepped behind the crate. It was Frank lying in a pool of blood, the side of his throat completely ripped out. Dean could tell he was dead, there was no way anyone could have survived the savage attack. He knew when a vampire wanted to turn someone they wouldn't have caused that much damage. But just to be on the safe side he took the stakes and thrust it into Frank's heart…nothing happened. He breathed a sigh of relief; at least he now knew he only had one vampire to deal with, or so he hoped. He pulled the stake out and picked up his flashlight as he continued to search.
The kitchen
Karen checked Sam's incision then took out a clean gauze pad and taped it in place.
"Now you got to try to take it easy. The more you move around the more likely you are to pop those stitches again."
"Thanks." Sam said, he knew without Karen's help he'd more then likely be dead. But take it easy? How could he take it easy knowing his brother was down in the basement in danger? He knew there was at least one vampire in the basement, maybe two now that Frank had been attacked. "Karen you got to help me up." He said to Karen. "I got to help my brother."
"Sam, you're hurt, you can't help him you'll only be in the way."
"But I can at least try. There might be more then one of those creatures down there, he might need me."
"No Sam. Your brother would kill me if I let you go down there."
Sam wasn't about to take no for an answer. He clenched his teeth in agony as he grabbed hold of a table and tried to pull himself up. But the pain was too much and he fell back to the floor his face covered in sweat from the exertion. He knew Karen was right; he'd only be a distraction and not much help if he made it to the basement. He could only wait and pray that his brother would be alright.
Jim looked nervously at the basement door.
"What the hell's taking him so long? If your brother is trying to pull something, you're dead." He told Sam as he pointed the gun at him.
The basement
Dean continued shining the flashlight around the basement but could find no sign of the other vampire. He knew the only way it could have escaped was if there was some other doorway leading into the basement but as far as he could tell there wasn't. There were a few small windows at the top of the basement near the ceiling but they all looked way to small for a man to squeeze through, even a vampire.
"Where the hell are you?" He asked frustrated. He wanted to get this over with; he needed to be upstairs with his brother.
Just as the words were out of his mouth he felt something wet on his shoulder. He reached over and touched the spot then pulled his hand away and looked at it….it was blood. He quickly stepped back and directed the light at the ceiling. There, flattened against the ceiling was the vampire. As soon as the light hit it, it swooped down and knocked Dean to the ground the holy water and stakes flew out of his hands. He rolled to the side then quickly began to crawl toward the dropped items. But the vampire now stood directly in front of them.
"You're the one who took the boy out of the basement." The vampire said when Dean looked up at it. "The boy was mine….I could smell his blood… I could almost taste it. He was to be my dinner."
"Sorry to disappoint you pal."
The vampire only smiled.
"It looks like you'll have to replace him. The boy will have to serve as my master's dinner."
Master? So there is another one nearby but where? Dean thought as his hand closed over Sam's cross. He rolled onto his back the cross held out in front of him.
The vampire stepped back throwing its arm up to cover its eyes.
"So where's your buddy at?" Dean asked as he bent over and picked up a stake and the holy water.
When the vampire didn't answer Dean squirted some of the water onto it. It screamed in pain as its skin began to bubble and bleed where the water had touched it.
"Where's your buddy?" Dean repeated as he squirted more water onto the vampire.
This time the vampire fell to its knees screaming as more cuts opened up on its body. Dean walked over and pressed the cross against its forehead. It screamed in agony as a burned imprint of the cross remained on its forehead when Dean pulled it away.
"I can make this quick or I can make this real slow. Where is your master?"
When Dean began to once more lower the cross towards its face it glared up at him as it screamed.
"Upstairs…with the boy!"
TBC
