A/N: ACTION, ACTION, ACTION!
Chronologically, this should have been Dean's chapter, but I wanted Oliver's POV for the action and Dean's for the last chapter.
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Chapter 10: Oliver
Oliver had done some terrible things in the past seven years. He killed, tortured, kidnapped. . . the list could go on. But after Tommy died, Oliver tried to shut that brutal part of him down. He didn't like himself when he was that way, and he didn't want to dishonor Tommy's memory by killing more people. But as he watched Dean rappel down into the still dark warehouse to check if these guys really were vampires, he knew he'd have to bring that brutal part of himself back into play. And it would be messy. His arrows, dipped in Dead Man's Blood as they were, would not kill them, only slow them down. Oliver took a silent, deep breath.
Decapitation was the only way.
The plan was for Dean to sneak in, get one of the men alone, gag em and test some Dead Man's Blood on it and make sure that they really were vampires before they started letting heads roll.
Oliver watched as Dean dropped silently onto the second floor. Well, look at that. Smartass is actually capable of being stealthy.
Felicity's voice came in through the coms. "Dean, you've got about ten paces until you hit what should be the first vamp." Dean didn't reply, just started walking forward. He had a crossbow on his back, his huge machete at his hip, a bottle of D.M.B. in reach and his knife soaked in the stuff on his other hip.
Five paces away. "Uh oh." Felicity's voice came through.
Then Sam's, "Dean. we've got movement. Those definitely aren't machines."
Shit, Oliver thought. He and Digg both got their longbows out and notched.
He watched as Dean shook his head in frustration, then walked right up to the first man still lying down and yelled, "Hey! Ugly!" Then he shot some D.M.B. from the bottle right into its face and eyes. And there goes the stealth.
The speed at which the man moved proved he wasn't human. But the scream, the agonized, terrible scream it let out put the nail in it's coffin. It was a vampire. Dean had its head off in a second and he was moving to the next before Oliver and Diggle blinked.
"Yup. They're vampires. And they're all awake now! Anytime you guys want to jump in and help, I'd be happy for it," Dean said in between dodging a blow and cutting another vamp's head off who wasn't quite awake yet with his machete.
"Dean to your right! Down! I think it's got a-" Felicity was cut off by gun chatter. Dean had seen the vamp and threw himself behind a crate. "gun," she finished lamely.
Oliver let loose an arrow and it hit the Vampire holding the gun. It went straight through his left eye and out the back of its head. Another agonized scream. He let loose another arrow and hit its right eye. Blinded, it dropped the gun and brought hands up to its head screaming the whole while.
"Freaking guns!" Dean yelled. "Are you kidding me?"
Oliver and Digg each got off about 10 more shots in under 15 seconds, trying to incapacitate as many as they could before they both jumped down onto one of the many metal crates in the warehouse, overlooking the vampires. Screams sounded out and filled the air. Their arrows had hit some marks.
"Two down, Dean. Eight to go." Sam said.
"Digg, stay here and pick off the ones with guns. Or else we'll never be able to get close enough." Oliver grated and handed over his longbow quiver. "Through the eyes, if you can. Blind them."
"Oliver, I don't know if I can make those shots!"
"Try," he replied and jumped off the crate and brought his machete to bare. He rolled when he hit the ground, came up and took off the now blind vampire's head in one powerful and disgusting blow. It's head rolled to a stop next to his foot. He saw it's fangs retract into its gums before he was off running towards Dean.
More gun fire sounded through the dark. Oliver dove again, and rolled up next to Dean in his hiding spot. "'Bout damn time Legolas!" Dean said and tried to peek around the crate, but more shots brought him back. "Freaking vampires, with goddamn assault rifles!"
"Good news is, their powers don't seem to be helping with their aim," Oliver said.
"Oh, now you joke?" Dean replied.
"Seven to go guys. Master and mate still in the separate room. Dean and Oliver, the closest two are about eight feet to your left behind another crate," Sam said.
"Alright Digg, how about some cover?" Dean said over the coms.
"I can't tell where those shots are coming from," Digg replied, clearly frustrated.
"Digg. 20 feet ahead, about 2 o'clock. That's where the gunfire is coming from. They're behind a crate. Those rifles are putting off some strong heat signatures," Felicity supplied.
"Copy that," Digg said. "Ready gang? Three. Two. One." Digg let arrow after arrow fly until gunshots stopped and more screams started. Dean and Oliver were off and running to the crate on the left, right after Digg said one.
Dean with his machete and D.M.B. bottle went around the left side of the crate and Oliver with his small crossbow notched in one hand and machete in the other jumped on top. Oliver got two shots off, one for each vamp, then he jumped over them. The vamp on the right turned and lunged for him, but Oliver spartan kicked him back into the crate and shot him through the eye. The vampire screamed but dodged Oliver's killing blow and came up swinging. The next thing Oliver knew, he was on the ground 10 feet away, with a possible broken rib and a vampire stalking forward, fangs out and growling. He glanced over and saw Dean grappling with his own vampire.
"Oliver!" Felicity called out through the coms.
Alright, let's see how you do against an incendiary round, Oliver thought desperately and pressed the red button on his small crossbow. He aimed and fired with the vampire only five feet away. This arrow had no D.M.B. on it, but it went through his forehead all the same and exploded with a loud BOOM. The vampire's top half of it's head disappeared, and it fell, twitching to the ground.
"Jesus! What was that?" Sam asked.
The explosion must have made some pretty colors on the infrared, Oliver thought, a little dazed from the sound and light himself.
But Oliver was up and moving towards Dean and his vampire. As he ran, the Vamp rolled on top of Dean, and tried to use Dean's own machete to cut of the hunter's head. Three feet away from the two, Oliver saw Dean pull his knife out and stab the vampire through the temple, then roll and straddle him. He then used two hands and pushed the machete slowly through its neck until steel touched concrete floor. He pulled the knife out of its head and roll off him, breathing deeply. He looked over at Oliver's vamp, with half its head missing and said, "I gotta get me one of those."
They both moved behind the crate again and caught their breath. "Digg?" Oliver asked.
"I'm good, what's next?" he asked.
"Is everyone alright?" Felicity asked a little frantic.
"More than good darlin', we just took out five vamps in record time!" Dean said with a smile. Is this guy crazy? Dean turned his head to Oliver, "But seriously, you have any more explosive rounds?"
"I've got two, and Digg should have four. But I think the only way they'll help if their lodged in the vamp's heads."
Dean nodded and asked, "Alright, Felicity? Sammy? Where are the last five at now?"
"The Master and mate are still in that room at the far end, looks like they're hiding, hoping you'll get taken care of. Still got those two behind the crates with the rifles, right where you left them Digg. And the last one is about 10 feet away from Oliver and Dean, but he hasn't been moving much." Sam said.
Dean smiled over to Oliver, "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"
Oliver's adrenaline was on high and still revving, and something made him smile back. "Light 'em up, and draw them out?"
"Finally! Something we can agree on. Digg you got it?"
"Yeah. How many rounds?" Digg asked, he didn't sound like he was smiling.
"Two should do it, Digg. You fire, then hop down and get as close as you can."
"Copy that."
Dean pulled his crossbow off his back and checked that it was loaded and ready. "You think you can hit that lone one? I'm going in straight for these guys, hope they're a little on fire and distracted."
"Yeah, I got him," Oliver said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He needed to keep moving, keep riding this adrenaline high, or else he'd crash and burn.
"Whenever you're ready, Digg."
They heard him take a steadying breath over the coms, and two seconds later. . . BOOM! BOOM!
Dean stepped out behind the crate and fired two shots as the vampires came careening out from their hiding spot, and just liked Dean hoped, they were on fire. Oliver couldn't tell where Dean's arrows hit, but he saw the vampires drop as he ran for his vamp. He rounded the crate and found the vampire on the ground, riddled with arrows. He was twitching, the D.M.B. must be taking it's toll. But Oliver didn't take the time to feel anything, he grabbed his machete and chopped of its head and put it out of its misery. He peeked around the crate towards Dean and found him doing the same to his two vamps, still on fire. Digg was standing behind Dean, bow trained on them, just in case.
The smell of the vampire's flesh burning was almost unbearable. Oliver looked down and saw he was covered in blood and other parts he didn't want to think of. He swallowed down some bile and an all too familiar bloody memory from the island. Oliver had to shake his head to get himself back to the present. Don't go down that rabbit hole, man. Dean and Digg walked up to him and they all looked at the door where the master and mate were hiding.
"Two left," Felicity said in a small voice through the coms.
Dean looked at Oliver and then nodded down to his crossbow. Oliver nodded back.
Then Dean looked at Digg and said, "Let's give Sammy and Felicity another fireworks show on the infrared, light up that door, will ya?"
Digg pulled another incendiary arrow out. He notched it, drew back, aimed and said, "I do love fireworks." The arrow hit the door, beeped twice and put a hole in the wall five feet tall and wide with its explosion.
Digg peeled off left and Oliver right. Dean stayed right where he was, machete in hand and yelled, "Come out you pointy tooth coward! See the mess I've made of your nest!"
Two separate screams sounded out, reverberating off the walls, or what was left of the walls in the room. A tall, dark haired man and a short blonde woman came out guns blazing, both only half dressed. Dean dove off to the left behind a crate as they let bullets fly in his direction.
Oliver took a steadying breath and he let an incendiary arrow go. He saw Digg on the opposite side do the same a half second later. BOOM! BOOM! The force of the explosions pushed Oliver back and into the warehouse wall. When the smoke cleared, he saw the bodies of the Master and mate on the ground, without heads. He slid down the wall, and let out a breath that felt like he'd been holding since the sun set.
"Digg? Dean? You good?" he asked from the ground.
"Yeah, I'm good," Diggle said and he let out an audible sigh.
"Sammy?" Dean asked.
"Dean, are you alright? Guys is he alright?"
"Screw machetes. How come we never thought of explosive arrows or rounds?"
"Jesus Dean!" Sam said, sounding like he was pulling out his hair.
Dean got up and walked over to Oliver and helped him up. Digg joined them and nodded, although he looked a little sick to his stomach.
"We're good Sammy. And we're all coming home Felicity," Dean said looking around the warehouse. "But I think we need to burn this place to the ground first."
"I'll reroute any cops that may have been called and make sure no calls about the warehouse burning gets put through," Felicity said.
Oliver walked over to one of the metal crates and pried off the lid. Guns. He pried open the next. Ammunition. "This should do the trick."
Dean came over and looked in. Eyebrows rose in recognition. "Yup, that would do it," he said, but first grabbed a couple boxes and stuffed them in his coat. Oliver just looked at him. "What? This shit is expensive!"
They made it up to the third floor and climbed out onto the roof. Oliver paused, switched the incendiary round to timed, and notched his bow for the last time he hoped that night. He let the arrow go and of course it hit the ammo crate. He looked at Diggle and Dean and said, "Let's get back. I'll hit kaboom when we're out of here."
