A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's….though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*
Dean snarled in frustration and slammed the vampire against the wall over and over. The smooth stone bricks ran red with the vampire's blood and served to drive Dean wild with anger and rage. The olive skinned vampire laughed maniacally oblivious to the pain and blood loss at Dean's hand.
"Where is she?" His eyes were two hollow pits brimming with hatred towards his foe. The tendons on his neck threatened to burst from beneath his skin, a sign that Dean was battling with everything he had to keep himself from ripping the other apart. The other continued to taunt the vampire and flashed a sinister grin.
"You'll never get her back…." Crimson stained his teeth and fangs then dribbled down his chin and neck.
Dean didn't answer and prepared to rip the vampire to shreds.
"Dean," Judas placed a hand on his companion's shoulder and stepped in. "Perhaps I can convince our friend to talk."
Dean backed away and allowed Judas to take his place. The vampire's smug expression didn't falter even in the presence of the Original One.
"You think you scare me? I know who you are Judas!"
Judas flashed his coal hues as he gripped the sides of the vampire's head tightly between his hands. The crazed laughter stopped as the piercing cries filled the air. But still the vampire refused to budge and divulge anything he knew. Judas pushed harder causing the vampire to suffer unimaginable agony as a result.
"Where is my daughter!"
"Rot….In….Hell…Iscariot!"
Judas closed his eyes and tilted his head back but keeping his hands planted firmly in place. Letting the vampire scream some more. The sounds continued to resonate from the stone walls though it offered little solace for either vampire. Dean stood by watching with bated breath wondering what his next move was. He wouldn't have to wait long. Judas moved with inhuman speed and pummeled a fist straight into the creature's chest creating a perfect circle in its wake. Dean's eyes widened at the blood that rushed in torrents down the front and sides of the vampire's chest as Judas pulled back his arm with the heart clutched in his blood soaked hand. But Judas wasn't through yet.
Dean watched as the dark haired vampire dropped the still mass before he twisted his wrists and snapped the vampire's head cleanly from the neck. The cracking of bone from cartilage tendons and muscle made the younger vampire cringe and look away as Judas had twisted the head around then cleanly snapped it apart. The Original One cranked his neck to the right and sensed they were not alone.
"Judas was is it?"
"We're not the only ones here Dean," Judas circled around the younger vampire as two more appeared from the shadows. They spied the remains of their deceased companion then glared at the pair responsible. One was taller with an athletic build and kept his hair closely cropped. The other was a female with shoulder length sandy blonde hair. Both were clad in the attire of the Saltzman guard.
"Judas," the taller one snarled. "I should've known you were the one behind this. Your stench chokes the air."
"Where is she?"
"You have no power over us Iscariot," the female hissed with a smirk, "We know what really happened to you and how you were overthrown."
Judas bristled but Dean leapt before him. His eyes were black and fangs unsheathed ready to fight them both. It was because of their fucking master he would scream in pain in the dead of night as his beloved human suffered at the hands of Alaric. Judas had noted the scars on his back which fueled his anger against the Saltzmans.
"Well isn't that cute," the male snickered. "Winchester thinks he can run with the big boys."
Dean growled and crouched down in anticipation but the vampires fled, leaving their dead comrade to the scavengers of the night.
"Damn it!" He punched the nearest wall putting a deep crack in it. "Cowards!"
Judas caught his wrist before Dean put another crack in the already unstable structure.
"Dean that's enough," he flashed a warning look, "Punching a wall will not bring my daughter back. Come, we must see if Lilith has had better success."
Brooklyn struggled against the cuffs that bit into her wrist as Alaric circled her like a vulture. His eyes were sizing her up as one hand held the crop.
"You still hold onto the tiny speck of hope that Winchester will find you," he growled. "But where we are now, he won't."
Brooklyn couldn't respond as the cloth was biting between her lips preventing nothing more than a stifled cry. It had been three weeks since she was recaptured and brought back to Alaric- three weeks of the torture rapes and beatings. But yet she held out the hope Dean would find her. She had pondered suicide but it would only serve to deliver pain to both her and Dean. The curse still pulsed through her veins- serving as a reminder she could never find the welcoming arms of Death. She knew if she died Dean would too but even then they would be free of Alaric and finally be together.
The human didn't know they were at the Saltzman property located in the center of the island of Manahata. The island was a jumping off point for vessels and served as a center of trade for humans and other commodities. Nicholas possessed a considerable amount of land and the seclusion of the manor would give Alaric all he needed in breaking his slave once and for all.
The scars on her back had slowly healed to thin angry red lines. She couldn't feel them but the throbbing that lingered assured Brooklyn they were still there. The human cringed as the feather light touches of his fingers caressed her face and neck. Alaric watched her struggle and sob through the gag while tears rolled down her face. His footfalls were quiet as he walked around her taking in what his hands had done. The wounds had closed and started scabbing over where moments before open blood welts had been present. The vampire knew he hadn't won yet – not as long as the smallest ounce of hope still burned within her being. Alaric kicked his plan up a notch and looked to psychological means of cracking his slave.
"He won't come for you," the vampire hissed in her ear, "It's been three weeks since that night and still you remain here. Dean won't find you."
Brooklyn struggled harder but earned a hard smack in return. Her head snapped to the left with a thin veil of red covering the ugly handprint growing on her face.
"You should accept your fate as my slave," he continued, "As I will never let you go back to him- I will kill you first. You're mine and as such will do to do you what I please."
Alaric let his hand slip around her waist before pulling it away and leaving her bound and naked in the dark room. Brooklyn felt the icy whisps upon her skin where his fingers had rested. A few rays of light slipped between the cracks offering some insight to her prison. Her eyes could make out the taller shape of Alaric before he swung the door open and spoke to someone standing out in the hall.
"No one is to enter this room. She is to be left as is until I return."
"As you wish Master Alaric."
The vampire turned to look upon her once more as the door slowly closed behind him. If she wouldn't give in to him then she would be left without food or water as he saw fit. Perhaps a little deprivation was in order.
The stranger approached the gate and waved aside the guards. The sentinels merely bowed and waved him on allowing him to continue up the lengthy drive to the front steps of the house. The rain had pelted his cloak and boots but the cold dampness had no effect upon his body. In fact, he had come to love such elements and spent countless hours and days in it. The sun reminded him too much of times long past, of before he was exiled from the only place he had ever known. The bitterness crept through his blood as he recalled the bitter betrayal and those responsible. But he had in a way obtained vengeance as vampires now dominated humans.
The man paused and rapped on the door for but a few seconds before a slave answered the door.
"I am here to see your master," he spoke in a quiet but raspy voice.
"Yes please do enter," the slave stood aside to let him in from the rain. The human quickly removed the heavy soaked cloak and handed it to another who rushed away to get it dry. He then removed the heavy boots allowing them to dry by the fire that roared in the entrance way. The stranger grinned at how the humans scurried like cockroaches. They were more than eager to please anyone or fear the wrath of their master's hand.
"Please follow me," the human treaded up the stairs with the man on his heels.
Nicholas was in his study reviewing the plans for the upcoming Games. John Winchester and Castiel were to be the main event which he was promising would be bloody and violent – two things vampires loved the most. Alaric wanted his slave to witness the deaths of Dean's father and companion knowing it would destroy her.
As he started with the first competition, a rapping was heard and the door was pushed open.
"Master Nicholas," the slave bowed then stood, "This gentleman is here to see you."
Nicholas looked up, shocked to see the man standing in his study.
"You may go now Scott," he dismissed the slave. Nicholas waited until the door was closed before dropping to his knees and acknowledging the man.
"Lord Lucifer," he said in a shaky tone. "I was not expecting your presence."
Lucifer chuckled and knelt down to Nicholas, "That's the point."
Nicholas slowly rose to his feet as he shook all over. Lucifer started to cross the room but Nicholas raced across and reached the glass and tumbler before he could.
"Please my lord, have a drink," Nicholas was silently relieved he didn't spill a drop and passed the glass over to Lucifer's waiting hands.
"Your hospitality is gracious," the fallen angel smiled and took a drink, "The things humans create- so simple yet marvelous at the same time."
"How can I be of service?" Nicholas watched as Lucifer placed the empty glass down and looked him straight in the eyes. His bright blue ones narrowed in concentration as he was lost in some unknown thought. Nicholas dared not read his mind for fear of what Lucifer was capable of.
"I received word of a slave your son Alaric recently acquired. I would like to see her."
"Absolutely my lord," Nicholas opened the door and gestured for the fallen angel to step out first.
Alaric reached the main entrance when Lucifer and Nicholas reached the bottom step. The vampire immediately bowed in respect until both had passed by. He wondered what the fallen angel was there for and watched from the corner of his eye as his father and Lucifer rounded the corner toward the stairs leading to the rooms below. Alaric would decide to wait until he could get his father alone then question the fallen angel's motives.
Brooklyn heard the muffled voices as the key turned the lock and the door creaked open. She recognized Nicholas but the not the other. He was a man of taller statue with blonde hair that was kept short while his face had hints of stubble. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue- one that could cut a knife straight through her very soul.
"Leave us Nicholas," Nicholas bowed in acquiescence.
"Yes my lord," he closed the door leaving the human alone with the fallen angel. Lucifer approached the human noticing she was naked and bound. He admitted to himself her body was toned with curves accentuating her hips and waist. Her flowing red hair created a fiery halo that adorned her face giving her an angelic appearance.
"You look so much like her," he whispered and reached out for her. Brooklyn jerked back and struggled against the chains.
"I think you aren't going anywhere," Lucifer snickered, "Now if I remove this restrictive thing will you scream? Because if you do I will have to silence you."
The chill in his voice made Brooklyn go cold inside and quickly she nodded.
"Good," he smiled and gently pulled the cloth from her mouth. It was such a liberating feeling with the gag removed. The pressure against her lips was letting up as the blood rushed back.
"Who are you?" She asked with trepidation.
"That is not important right now," Lucifer answered, "But what's important is that I found you. I've known about you since the day you were conceived Brooklyn despite what your parents thought."
The human stood there, frightened at how this stranger knew so much about her and her parents. The sinister but telling smile revealed he held more knowledge about her but withheld the rest. He leaned in closer and carded his fingers through her hair.
"I knew your mother very well," he said with fondness in his voice. "But then again I know your father on a rather personal level as well. Yes, I know about Judas being your real father…."
Lucifer grinned from ear to ear as tears rolled down the human's face seeing how pathetic she appeared. But she was half human after all and emotion was something humans were notorious for displaying. Judas would come for her that much he knew and when the time was right, Lucifer would have Judas and Lilith right where he wanted them.
Okay 1-2 more chaps left then I will start work on The Gathering Storm which will be the sequel to Forbidden Hunger