A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*
"But it's forbidden to love a human am I wrong?" Alaric countered Deacon.
"But it doesn't prevent it from happening as we all know is documented countless times," Deacon threw his words back in Alaric's face angering the vampire.
"I am not sure what you are attempting to do Deacon but it will not work. Dean Winchester will be punished and it will be by Penna de mortis," Alaric challenged the Assemblyman to say something but Deacon remained quiet which made the younger vampire allow a self contented smirk form on his face. He turned around in a huff and held his head up in self asserted smugness that disgusted some.
"Now I wish to present my evidence against Dean Winchester which I can assure you is precise and to the point."
The receipt of sale from the auction was passed through the Council first followed by pictures of the tattoos on her neck and wrist showing she was legally the property of Alaric. The Council made a few comments amongst themselves as they traded evidence and shared thoughts and feelings on it.
"While this solidifies your claim on the human Alaric, we feel you need to show a bit more evidence," Markus watched him seethe on the floor but as quickly as it appeared it vanished and the vampire snapped his fingers. William walked in with the satchel slung across his shoulder. He silently slipped the papers out and laid them in front of Markus.
"I present signed statements from witnesses who saw Dean Winchester arrive in Saint Louis at the same time I was. They clearly state that he was observed around the docks before I departed for New Orleans. I also have eyewitness testimony from my crew sans the human slaves. They were able to identify Dean Winchester running towards the back of my family's schooner with my property then throwing her overboard right before the schooner sunk in the Mississippi."
Damn it Dean…..Deacon thought to himself. He looked over at Nicholas and Maximilian who sat relaxed in their seats as Alaric sealed Dean's fate. Though the statements were from his crew and staff, Deacon knew they could easily be swayed even if they weren't telling the truth. The Council would take the testimony at face value as they viewed the theft of slaves as heinous and almost as offensive as killing one of their own when it wasn't in self defense. Deacon didn't know what else he could do to stave off Alaric as the Council continued talking in hushed tones.
John and Castiel made quick work of the first two guards. Blood splattered against the wall and on their clothing as head was severed from neck. John closed his eyes feeling the velvet warmth cover his skin. These two just fed- probably a stash of slaves nearby for their unnamed wants and pleasures. Castiel watched as the patriarch soaked in the bloody victory before regrouping and leading the way towards the looming structure.
"Wait," he held up a hand halting Castiel. "Behind the bushes now," the low rumble in his voice sent shivers through the younger vampire's body. Castiel complied and they darted behind the overgrown shrubs. Two vampire guards marched past their hiding place. They wore the emblem of the House of Saltzman as it was emblazoned on their vests.
The detail froze and picked up the scent of the vampires concealed in the underbrush. Communicating with their eyes, the detail marched on and around the corner out of the sight of John and Castiel.
"You think they know we're here?" Castiel looked over with intense cerulean depths. John felt his apprehension rising as his instinct kicked in. They weren't out of the woods.
The first blow was to the back of Castiel's head knocking him to the ground. The younger vampire felt his world turn black as the blow cracked his skull. The popping sound he heard before passing out was his skull being fractured by the hilt of a sword.
"Castiel!" John hollered but the second guard threw him to the ground and started kicking him hard in the ribs. The older Winchester coughed and curled up in a tight ball guarding his head and chest from the steel toed boots of the vampire. His attacker continued unabated even after John had long lost consciousness. Perhaps it was anger or rage that egged him on but it wasn't until William appeared and pushed his aside that reality returned to his warped mind.
"That is enough!" He pinned the vampire against the wall. His fangs were bared and eyes liquid coal. The guard nodded and William reluctantly released him before turning back around. The captain squatted beside Castiel and proceeded to examine the unresponsive vampire. The wound at the back of his head was bleeding unabated but would heal. William then looked over John by lifting up his shirt and revealing the ugly deep shades of purple and black from the steady but violent kicking from his goon.
"Take them to the holding cells," he said as the cotton slipped back down.
Sam felt the large hands grapple his throat and squeeze with the force of a vise. His eyes bulged slightly from their sockets as his face turned red from the blood being cut off. Brooklyn and Jessica spotted the distressed vampire as he was clearly on the losing end. The female vampire hissed and showed her fangs and oil colored depths before attacking the vampire. Brooklyn spotted another one coming up the steps and took him head on.
The human was small compared to the towering form of the guard but it didn't deter her. She had fought larger scarier creatures in the past.
"Oh the lowly dirty human is gonna take me on," he grinned revealing a set of deadly fangs.
"Yes, yes I am," she bent her knees and felt every muscle in her body tense in preparation for battle. Her being remembered every fluid motion, hit, punch and pivot before she was captured and sold. It was like walking to her- she never forgot how to do it.
The vampire sniffed the air picking up the sharp tang of her scent. Though she was Alaric's property one little taste wouldn't hurt.
Brooklyn steadied her hands and never let her eyes wander from her target. She waited as the vampire seemed to be sizing her up though there wasn't much to size up. He was toying with her that's what he was doing. The vampire was trying to mind fuck her but it wasn't working. She had enough games by being Alaric's sex toy and this lumbering ox…..
The vampire charged past the battle on the floor and kept his gaze trained on his prey. He could hear her heart beating rapidly in her chest while she appeared calm on the outside. It fueled his primal thirst, egging him on as he closed the gap between his body and hers. Brooklyn silently timed her attack waiting until he was within a few feet. The vampire lunged for the human but underestimated his opponent greatly. With a solid swing of her arms, the sword sliced through the air singing as it sliced across the broad upper torso of the vampire. He wailed in pain and dropped to the floor as blood rushed from the deep gash. Brooklyn watched him writhe for a few moments before running her blade through his midsection and dragging it downward. His anguished screams filled the hallway while the thick cold crimson waves splattered over her face and clothing.
"You bitch!" He coughed blood between his curse but it fell upon deaf ears.
Brooklyn narrowed her eyes and jerked the sword from the middle of the gaping hole and sliced the head from the neck. The head rolled away landing at the feet of the other vampire. The human shot her head up and raced to her friends' side. The vampire sensed the human racing from behind and lashed his arm hitting her in the solar plexus. Brooklyn felt the air rush from her lungs as her body was hurled against the wall. She landed with a sickening thud and felt her world go black. Black spots formed blocking out the sight of Sam and Jessica embedding the silver blade deep in the guard's heart.
Castiel woke up and found his wrists snapped in silver shackles. He looked over to see John in the same position and grunting in pain. The younger vampire's head throbbed dully as the wound continued healing. He made a mental note to kill the one who hurt him when he saw him again. Castiel wondered if Cassandra knew of their fate and if so was she going to try and help. He understood her dilemma and wouldn't be angry if she couldn't. Then again he knew what he was getting into when he left the safety of home.
The door opened and Alaric stepped in. The vampire's eyes reflected hatred towards them both.
"So this is the rescue party? Ha!" He knelt down in front of Castiel.
"You are truly pathetic Castiel," he gripped the younger vampire's chin. "For being of the Novak line you fail to live up to all of the shall we say hype?"
"Fuck off," Castiel spat with every ounce of venom he held. Alaric merely laughed and released his grip. Oh how sweet today was indeed.
Okay faithful readers next update soon.....