Fresh Blood
They wandered around an old building and find a man bleeding at the neck conscious on the floor. We ran over to him.
"Hey, hey don't worry. We're gonna call you some help, okay?" Sam assured him.
"Where is she? Where did she go?" Dean asked. The man pointed into a different direction towards an alley with a shaky arm. Dean and Genna got up to go down that way. Adonia stayed behind to give the man as much medical attention that she could. Dean stood in the middle of the alley and pulled out a machete. He made a small cut on his arm.
"Smell that? Come and get it!" He yelled. Genna stood by him, ready with her knife. A young woman emerged from a side alley and stared at him; her chin was covered in blood.
"That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better." The vampire approached cautiously and he dropped his machete.
"Come on! Free lunch!" The vampire charged. As she grabbed him and sunk her teeth into his neck, Genna reacted and kicked her off, whipped out a syringe and plunged it into her neck as she stood over the vampire. She convulsed and fell to the ground, unconscious. Sam and Adonia ran around the corner to join them. Dean looked over at Genna who had a discouraging look on her face.
"What?" He asked.
"Cutting it a little close, don't you think?" She asked with concern and a slight attitude.
"Ah, that's just chum in the water. Worked, didn't it?" He said with a smile. She rolled her eyes.
The hunters stood in a well lit room with the young, blonde vampire tied to a chair. They stood in front of her to wait for her wake up. She stirred and noticed her surroundings; scared.
"You with us?" Dean asked loudly. She struggled to get out of her bonds.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. You're not going anywhere," Dean said with authority. Adonia sighed in thought as she watched the scene. Her bias opinion against vampires had no affect on Dean, who hated them all.
"Where's your nest?" Sam asked in the same tone.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Your nest...where you and your bloodsucking pals hang out," Dean's voice was getting harsher.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Please! I don't feel good." she said with a scared tone. She still struggled to get loose.
"Yeah, well, you're going to feel a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood." Dean wiggled a syringe of blood in his hand.
"Just let me go," the vampire asked with tears.
"Yeah, you know we can't do that," Sam assured her with a smirk.
"I'm telling you the truth. I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!"
"You took something?" Adonia asked from the side.
"Yeah, I can't...come down. I just want to come down," the vampire was antsy. Adonia came to the conclusion that the girl thought she was on drugs, or seemed that way.
"What's your name?" Genna asked.
"Lucy. Please, just let me go," she pleaded again.
"Alright, Lucy. How about this? If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go," she said kindly to the vampire. Dean looked at her like she was crazy.
"You will?" Lucy asked towards Dean, figuring he was in charge. He half-heartedly shook his head yes.
"Uh, I don't really... um, it's not that clear. I was at Spider."
"Spider?" Sam questioned.
"The club on Jefferson. And there was this guy...he was buying me drinks."
"This guy...what does he look like?" Adonia asked.
"He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me."
"Something?" Dean asked, circling around her.
"Something. Something new. 'Better than anything you've ever tried.' He put a few drops in my drink."
"Was the drug red and thick?" Adonia asked. Lucy nodded.
"Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with," Dean commented.
"What?"
"You just took a big shot of the nastiest virus out there," Dean said talking over her.
"You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No... The next thing I know,we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry."
"So you busted out?" Sam asked calmly. Lucy nodded.
"But it won't wear off...whatever he gave me."
"Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurts your skin?" Dean circled her again.
"Yeah...and smells...I can hear blood pumping." Adonia felt terrible for the girl.
"I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again." Dean actually sounded sympathetic.
"Not mine...yours. I can hear a heart beating from a block away. I just want it to stop."
"It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people...almost three."
"No, I couldn't! I was hallucinating!" She started to cry. Dean leaned in front of her.
"You killed them, alright? We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses and it leads straight to you."
"No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please,you have to help me!"
"Dean," Adonia motioned them into the next room.
"Poor girl," Sam said.
"We don't have a choice," Dean noted.
"Yes, we do. Give us some time to check the Book of Shadows. This girl is innocent. It's not her fault she was turned. Please, Dean," Adonia pleaded. Sam shook his head at Dean. Dean took out a machete and headed to the other room.
"No, please!" Lucy cried. Sam held back Adonia as she was about to run into the next room.
"Dean, no!" But it was too late.
The hunters came out of the club, Spider.
"That was a big, fat waste of time," Dean said as he walked out.
"Look, three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, Dean, this is the hunting ground." Across the way, Dean saw a 30-something man duck into an alley with his arm around a young blonde.
"Hey," he pointed in that direction. Down the alley, the vampire raised the dropper; she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to catch the drops. Before any can fall in, Dean grabbed the man's arm, pulled it down, and hit him in the face. Sam pulled the girl away and shoved her towards the mouth of the alley.
"Get out of here! Go!" He yelled to her. The vampire hurled Dean into a brick wall, then took off running. Genna went over and helped Dean up.
"I'm good. Come on," he said. They take off after the vampire; as they ran around the corner, the vampire was nowhere in sight. But facing them, guns at their sides, are Gordon and Kubrick. Gordon raised his gun. Gordon and Kubrick started shooting at the hunters. They ducked behind a car that was taking all the shots. They made it behind a wall and heard the sound of reloading guns.
"Alright. Run. I'll draw them off," Genna said to them.
"What? Are you crazy?" Adonia asked in panic. Ignoring her, Genna darted out into the line of fire, leaped on top of a car and used it to get over a second-story parking lot entrance. Kubrick followed her; Gordon stayed behind and headed for where Sam and the rest had been hiding. As he rounded a corner, a figure leaped down on him from above, sending him sprawling: it was the vampire. He kicked Gordon in the face several times and knocked him out
Sam, Dean, and Adonia went back to the motel and waited impatiently with the mattresses covering the windows. Genna entered.
"There you are," Adonia rose, looking worried.
"Yeah. Stopped for a slice," Genna responded sarcastically. She walked away to set her black leather jacket down.
"Nice move you pulled back there, Bonnie Badass. Running right at the weapons," Adonia said following her, angry.
"Well, what can I say? Someone had to do it," Genna ignored her worried face, "So, I guess Gordon's out of jail.
"Uh, yeah. I guess so. But how the hell did he know where to find us?" Adonia asked looking at the brothers. Dean realized something.
"That bitch," he said as he took out his phone.
"Hi, Bela."
"Hello,Dean," shesaidhappily.
"Question for you. When you called me yesterday, it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass, was it?" The rest watched his facial expressions since they couldn't hear Bela.
"No.GordonWalkerpaidmetotellhimwhereyouwere."
"Excuse me?"
"Well,hehadagunonme.WhatelsewasIsupposedtodo?"
"I don't know. Maybe pick up a phone and tell us that a raging psychopath was dropping by!"
"Ididfullyintendtocall.Ijustgotabitsidetracked."
"He tried to kill us!"
"I'msorry.Ididn'trealizeitwassuchabigdeal.Afterall,therearefourofyouandoneofhim."
"There were two of them," Dean's voice was calmer, but not in a satisfying way.
"Bela, if we make it out of this alive, the fist thing I'm gonna do is kill you." The hunters were surprised, but also not at the same time.
"You'renotserious," Belawasscaredforonce.
"Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious." Dean hung up with so much hatred in his eyes. His voice sent chills.
Sam, Genna, and Dean sat in the motel and sharpened their weapons. Adonia stood on the other side of the room, thinking. She didn't want any part of their plans. She could never bring herself to kill a vampire unless she had proof that she needed to. She had a feeling about this one. Something didn't seem entirely evil about him to her. The brothers sat there talking to each other about their plans. Genna noticed Adonia's behavior and approached her.
"You going to be alright?" She said as she put her knife in the holster on her waist.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. I'll be better once Gordon's dead. He's done enough," Adonia walked past Genna and opened the chest and grabbed her gun. Genna watched her friend with worry. Dean's phone rang.
"What?" He screamed into the phone.
"Idon'tlikeitwhenpeopleholdgrudgesagainstme,andmoretothepoint,I'dratheryoudidn'tkillme,soIwentaheadandfoundGordon'sexactlocationforyou."
"You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you..."
"Hello?Purveyorofpowerfuloccultobjects?Iusedatalkingboardtocontacttheotherside."
"And?"
"Warehouse.Twostories.Riverfront.Neonsignoutside."
"Thanks."
"Onemorething.Thespirithadamessageforyou.'Leavetown,runlikehell,andwhateveryoudo,don'tgoafterGordon.'Forwhateverthat'sworth." Dean hung up the phone with a scared expression on his face.
The hunters walked down the stairs into the warehouse to find a furnished room. Hanging from the ceiling was two blonde girls, covered in blood, clearly dead. The vampire was kneeling for them. All had guns aimed at ready.
"Go ahead, do it. Kill me," the vampire said through tears as the hunters grew closer to him.
"What happened here?" Adonia asked.
"Gordon Walker. I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just... I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family," the vampire stood before them, in tears.
"Oh yeah. Such a family man." Adonia elbowed Dean harshly for his comment.
"You don't understand."
"I don't want to understand. You son of a-" Adonia swung her fist backwards in front of Dean to shut him up. He cupped his nose after the fact.
"I was desperate. You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?"
"Well, there's hell." Adonia threw a look at Dean. He asked "what" with his gestures.
"I wasn't thinking. I just. I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like...it's like being dead already. So just go ahead. Do it." Sam stood behind the bodies.
"Guys. Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off...with someone's bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?" Dixon cried and looked away, ashamed.
The girls and Sam waited for Dean to get back as the sun was going to set in a couple of hours. They stayed in most of the day as Dean searched all over the city for any sign of Gordon. Dean walked in through the door, frustrated.
"Man, I must have checked three dozen motels, empty buildings, and warehouses."
"Yeah, me too. Big city," Sam mumbled. Dean went to the bathroom to wash his face.
"It's like a giant haystack, and Gordon's a deadly needle. We're running out of daylight. Won't have the sun slowing him down."
"Yeah. He'll be unstoppable. Hey, give me your phone." Dean handed Sam his phone.
"What for?"
"Well, if Gordon knows our cell numbers, he can use the cell signal to track us down."
"Oh yeah. Thanks." Dean looked over at the girls that were sitting next to each other, sitting back and reading through books. They shrugged and said in unison,
"He doesn't have my number." Dean looked away, surprised by the twin-like response and shook his head as if to forget about it. Sam stood and stomped on the phones as Dean looked out the curtains.
"Stay here," Dean said walking away from the window, directed to everyone.
"Why? Where you going now?" Sam asked. Dean pulled out the Colt from his back and checked it.
"I'm going after Gordon."
"What?" Sam said in shock standing near his brother.
"You heard me."
"Not alone, you're not," Genna said, interrupting.
"Gen, I don't need you to sign me a permission slip, okay? He's after Sam, not me, and he's turbocharged. I want all of you to stay out of harm's way. I'll take care of it." He sat on the arm of a chair and prepped the Colt.
"You're not going by yourself. You're gonna get killed." She protested in front of him.
"Just another day at the office. It's a massively dangerous day at the office."
"So you're the guy with nothing to lose now, huh? Oh wait, let me guess. Because, uh, it's because you're already dead, right?" Adonia and Sam stood by each other and watched. It was a familiar scene to them as Genna and Dean used to act around each other.
"If the shoe fits."
"You know what, Dean? I'm sick and tired of your kamikaze trip."
"Whoa, whoa, kamikaze? I'm more like a ninja." He seemed serious at first, but it quickly turned to his normal sense of humor.
"It's not funny."
"It's a little funny."
"No, it's not," Dean's expressed changed to serious, but gentle.
"What do you want me to do, Genna, huh? Sit around all day writing sad poems about how I'm gonna die? You know what? I got one. Let's see," Dean stood directly in front of her with pen and paper, "what rhymes with "shut up, Gen"?" She knocked the paper out of his hand.
"Drop the attitude, Dean. Quit turning everything around into a punch line. And you know something else? Stop trying to act like you're not afraid."
"I'm not."
"You're lying. You may as well drop it because I can see right through you."
"You got no idea what you're talking about," Dean walked past her.
"Yeah, I do. You're scared, Dean. You're scared because your year is running out, and you're still going to Hell, and you're freaked."
"And how do you know that?"
"Because I know you!"
"Really?"
"Yes, Dean. I've been following you and Sam around for over a year now. I've seen you at your darkest moments and none of that changes all we have been there. Allof us have been through. I love you, Dean. So yes, I know you. Better than most people in the world. And this is exactly how you act when you're terrified. And, I mean, I can't blame you. It's just..."
"What?"
"I wish you would drop the show and be my friend again. 'Cause...just 'cause," she said with subtle tears in her eyes. Dean looked down in thought, fidgeting with the Colt.
"Alright. We'll hole up. Cover our scent so he can't track us and wait the night here." He hesitated, but he got a final glance at her before she walked away. As she walked past Sam, he put his hand on her shoulder and mouthed,
"Thank you." She nodded and started to grab some things to barricade the windows and door.
A couple hours had passed and it was nightfall. Some stood and some sat in a chair with their sharpened knifes, machetes, and readied guns. Dean's phone rang in his pocket.
"You've had that phone for two hours, Dean. Who'd you give the number to?" Sam asked.
"No one," Dean said confusedly as he fished through his jean pocket. They gathered around him.
"Hello?"
"Dean."
"How'd you get this number?"
"Yourscent'salloverthecellphonestore.Ofcourse,Ican'tsmellyounow.Whereareyou?"
"I guess you'll just have to find us." By now, the rest knew it was Gordon he was speaking to.
"I'dratheryoucomefindme."
"What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!"
"Idon'tthinkso." Dean then heard a girl crying in the background.
"Please.Please," she begged.
"Factoryonriversideofftheturnpike.Beherein20minutesorthegirldies."
"Gordon, let the girl go."
"Bye,Dean."
"Gordon! Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter."
"No.I'mamonster."
In the factory, the hunters searched every hall and every corner. They heard the girl crying down a hall, tied up. They hurried to untie her.
"Hey. We got you. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?" Sam said, comforting her. The girl can barely walk, so Dean slung her arm around his shoulder and picked her up.
"Stay close," Dean said behind him. They followed Dean and the girl closely, but not closely enough: a mechanized door suddenly slid down in front of Sam, cutting him off from the others. Sam and Dean both pounded and kicked at the door, to no avail.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
"Dean!"
"Damn it, Sam!" Sam pounded the door one last time in frustration, then turned and walked away from it, eyes darting around. The lights went out and Sam froze, brought his machete up, and started lurking around with his other arm held out blindly.
"Gordon, you got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!" Gordon appeared behind him.
"I'm right here, Sam," Sam turned around and took a swing at him or where he thought Gordon was, "what's the matter, Sammy?"
"So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?" Sam yelled. Gordon had moved swiftly in the darkness.
"Damn right I do. You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam."
"Look who's talking." Gordon made a quick move, but Sam missed. Gordon slowly walked towards Sam as he remained blind.
"You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer."
"Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice."
"I don't."
"Yes you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl."
"No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse." Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Dean was still hacking away. As he tossed the tool away in frustration, the girl vamped out and attacked, knocking him to the ground. Adonia reached on the ground and picked up the Colt, and fired a single bullet into her forehead. She convulsed, energy crackling, and slumped to the floor. Dean breathed heavily on the floor.
"I didn't think you had it in you." Adonia just threw the gun to Dean; not happy about what she just did, but she wanted to protect her friend.
Sam was still feeling around the room blindly as Gordon taunted him.
"I got to hand it to you, Sam. You got a lot of people fooled. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna... as soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds. Killing you, and killing myself." Gordon attacked, sending them both flying through the wall separating them from Dean and the girls. They struggled on the ground and Gordon knocked away Sam's machete. Gordon picked up Sam and flung him across the room. Dean came up from behind and pointed the Colt at Gordon's head, but Gordon was too fast for him. He flung Genna and Dean across the room, hitting the ground. He stopped Adonia's gun arm as she was about to shoot, flung her across the room, then pinned her against the wall and sunk his teeth into her neck. Sam picked himself up in time to see this.
"No!" He exclaimed. Sam charged Gordon and clocked him across the back of the neck. Gordon turned away from Adonia and knocked Sam down, then slammed him across a worktable. Sam managed to grab a piece of cloth and an end of razor wire in each hand; as Gordon pinned him down again and Sam wrapped the razor wire around Gordon's neck and pulled. Gordon began to choke out a death-rattle, and Sam glared, grit his teeth and pulled harder. Blood dripped from his hands where the razor wire was cutting in, and yet he pulled harder, until he cut all the way through Gordon's neck and sent his head tumbling. He panted from the effort, stared down at Gordon's head on the ground, and examined his bloody hands. Adonia staggered to her feet, clutching her neck in pain. Dean and Genna helped each other up and joined them. They looked down in surprise at the headless Gordon, then backed up from Sam, who shrugged. They stumbled off together, neither of them moving very well. Dean nudged Sam.
"You just charged a super-vamped-out Gordon with no weapon. That's a little reckless, don't you think?"