A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*

Brooklyn woke up to find her wrists tied to the bed posts. Frantic, the human struggled but the tight cords bit deeper into her skin. She tried her feet but found they too were secured to the bed. The human kicked twisted and writhed but soon stopped as fatigue had set in.

"What the…." She gasped in horror.

"All in due time," Alaric sat on the edge of the bed. Brooklyn looked up to see him flashing a brilliant but devious grin. "I see the pain from Dean's suffering caused you to black out for a time."

"What did you do to him?" She heard her voice grow weak with every word.

"Oh he's not dead….If he dies you die and I'm not going to let you die……"

Brooklyn caught movement from the corner of her eye and saw the witch step in the room. The human couldn't but help to notice how she appeared ageless, as if she hadn't aged a day past 30. Her jet black hair was tied up away from her face revealing the defined jaw line and rich almond skin. Her eyes reflected centuries of a cold dark existence. She was dressed in a flowing robe of rich cobalt which was exotic and fit comfortably against the slender frame.

The human shot her eyes back at Alaric who merely stared down at her without any expression. Since he couldn't get what he wanted in Barbados he would have to improvise. The vampire pulled the blade from his jacket and handed it to the witch. Brooklyn screamed and fought against the restraints but Alaric pinned her body against the mattress with one hand. He heard the human's heart pounding wildly in her chest which would soon be still in her chest.

The vampire looked up at the woman as she started chanting in a language neither he nor the human could understand. Then without warning she plunged the knife into Brooklyn's chest sending the human to the brink of death. The human couldn't scream as nothing would come out of her mouth. She felt the warmth of her blood running down her sides and on the sheets below. Her vision grew blurry and eyelids became heavy as the world around her turned black and empty.

"She's dying!" Alaric hollered but the witch remained calm and recited the same incantation and pulled a vial that was hidden in the folds of her robe. The words were repeated over and over as the knife was slipped from the wound and the contents poured into the gaping hole.

Dean snarled growled and ripped at his hair as he felt the sharp jolt strike his chest. He clawed at the floor and drew blood beneath his nails. The floor ran red but the vampire didn't care. His human was hurting and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it! When he got his hands on Alaric he was going to make the son of a bitch die a slow excruciatingly painful death.

Nicholas watched through the door as Dean continued writhing and fighting to break free. He noticed the eyes were solid black hues and fangs were fully exposed for all to see. The hiss of skin burning against silver reached his sensitive ears and the smell of burning flesh wafted beneath his keen nose.

"Alaric must've done it," he said to himself and casually walked away.

"How long will she be like that?" Alaric walked around the bed as Brooklyn remained still on the bed. Her ashen skin was caked in streaks of dried blood along with the expensive sheets beneath. The vampire had tasted the thick red goodness only to find it bitter and cold. The witch warned him the spell would take time to work through her body and didn't happen on the spot.

"Powerful magic takes time to work properly vampire," she warned him. "You wanted the best you got me."

"When will she awaken?" He growled at the witch.

"The spell takes time Alaric," she answered before turning to leave. Alaric knew not to mess with her as she was as old as he and far more proficient in the dark arts than his family. He would have to bide his time and wait. The vampire called for the slaves to clean the human and the bedding up. The sight of the blood was making him agitated.

As the moonlight filled the room and illuminated the body on the bed, it started to stir as the silver streaks danced across her skin and face. Brooklyn opened her eyes and slowly looked around the room. She felt strange like her arms and legs were deadweights attached to her torso. With everything she had Brooklyn lifted her hand and ran it over her face and chest freezing at the place where the witch had stabbed her close to her heart. The wound was gone, healed over like it never existed in the first place. But it had been there….She could remember the pain and the blood as it rushed from between the blade and her flesh…..What happened????

"You're awake," Alaric called out from the darkness. Brooklyn froze with terror as the vampire emerged from his seat and towards the startled human.

"What did you do to me?" She demanded. Alaric smiled coldly and snatched her wrist in his hand then slapped it against her chest.

"Do you feel it?" He taunted her. Brooklyn didn't feel anything. Her heart wasn't beating! Alaric watched the human's eyes widen with shock and terror as the cold truth hit home.

"I'm dead….." She shrieked.

"No," Alaric shook his head. "You're not dead."

"Then what am I?" She demanded. Alaric's expression darkened and the vampire was nose to nose with the human.

"Cursed," he simply stated. "You were cursed with immortality. You will never die and never grow old and never get sick."

"No," Brooklyn shook her head and felt the tear run down her face.

"Yes," he hissed. "You are now truly mine for now and forever."

The human trembled and thought of her vampire and prayed he was alright, that he was still alive.

"Oh he's very much alive as are you as the curse didn't kill you."

"I would be better off dead," she spat back. Alaric threw her to the floor hearing several bones snap as her body landed in an odd angle. Brooklyn sharply hollered out as the short but agonizing cracks ripped through her body. She couldn't move as her arm and leg were broken in several places rendering her immobile and helpless. Alaric laughed cruelly at her and jerked the human to her feet with her good arm and tossed her like a rag doll on the bed.

Brooklyn groaned but felt the pain subside and the fractures heal and mend bone together. It was strange hearing the solid pieces shift and and turn before going silent. She lifted her arm and stared at it in astonishment. Seconds before it was fractured and the human couldn't move it. Alaric watched his slave silently begin to break down. The tears were rolling uncontrollably down her face as she sat there numb and unable to move or make a sound.

The vampire lowered his body beside hers feeling no resistance from the slave. But then again the change appeared to have traumatized her as she didn't fight his advances. The cold pressure of his mouth against her throat didn't have any effect on the human as she felt her body being lowered and pinned beneath his larger one. She lay there unable to move or fight back as her heart wanted to give up despite the uncontrollable need to be with Dean. Alaric had robbed her of her humanity and very life leaving what felt like a hollow empty shell for him to fuck and abuse on a whim.

Dean had ceased fighting a long time ago when he felt the change within her. The warmth of her body was gone as her heart was no longer beating hard and strong. He would never hear it beat for him and him alone. The vampire was broken and defeated as in a sick twisted way Alaric had won.

Nicholas sat by the fire and drank in victory. His son had reclaimed what was his while the thieving vampire Dean Winchester was set to go before Council in three days and have punishment handed down to him. John Winchester had not been seen since the attack along with the vampire Castiel. His scouts continued to search out for them as their bodies had not been recovered from the site. Sam Winchester had been the victim of an unfortunate raid by invaders from the North which of course he had no knowledge of. The Saltzman family was once again in control and uncontested.

Brooklyn sobbed quietly in the pillow as Alaric slept soundly against her. She had felt the anguish which ran through her vampire's veins knowing it was because of Alaric. The red marks on her wrists, though faint, were from the silver shackles they forced upon him. They burned a little but not enough to be considered painful. They served as two ugly reminders to the human that her vampire continued to suffer away from the loving touch of his human and soulmate.

Alaric awakened to the trembling of his slave and snarled behind her back knowing she was crying for Winchester. The vampire tightened his arms around her waist and pressed his forehead into the place between her shoulders. The temperate scent radiating from her body drifted through his nose and raced through his blood. Judgment day couldn't come fast enough for him as he remained awake the rest of the night.

Did anyone really see this one coming? :P