Chapter 24

A Monster I have become with fire in my eyes

Blade's POV

Pain. Lots of pain.

That's all I felt as I sat there on Bobby couch. I knew Bobby was going to be mad at me when he found but I would deal with him the time came. I could hear every little noise so clearly. Even though my eyes were closed the light from the living room was hurting me. I felt like I had been drugged and I was having a bad high. I wanted to scream from the pain of the transition but I knew they would freak if they found out now. I kept my face as relaxed as possible as I heard Sam and Bobby talk. Their voices were booming in my ears. Have you ever had a really bad hangover where every little noise feels like a kick in the head with a steel-toed boot? Well that's how I feel every time they talk.

When I head Sam ask Bobby to get me fresh blood, I knew this was my chance. I felt the couch dip under Sam's weight. He called my name and with being so close, it felt he took a jackhammer to my head. I couldn't handle it and I slipped away. I knew if I wanted things to work then I need to give in to the monster inside of me. I hated doing this but it had to be done. I felt a single tear fall from my left eye and slip down my face.

I barely felt the touch of Sam's hand when he tried to wake me, but I was already gone. It was weird feeling, I was there within my body but I wasn't controlling it. I guess this is how people felt when being possessed, you have to watch as someone else is in the drivers seat controlling every little movement and you can't do anything about it.

I felt my hand twist Sam's to the point of breaking it. I knew that the monster within was hungry but it didn't want Sam's blood.

Surprisingly it wanted the blood of those who did wrong, those who took innocence from others. At least we were in agreement about not taking innocent blood. I felt my hand let go of Sam and stood up. I knew he and Bobby would be mad. I needed them to know that I meant them no harm to them and that I was still me in a sense.

"I'm sorry Sam. Please forgive me for everything." I said before running out the door letting the vampire take over once again.

I had no clue where to start looking as she could be anywhere in the world right now but I knew I needed to feed if I wanted to survive. I made my way down the highway out of Sioux Falls, when I came upon a bar.

There was a guy outside having a smoke. As I stared at him from a distance, I was hit with a weird feeling and then my vision started to cloud. Images started to flicker through, like a badly edited movie, images of the man with several different women.

The women were terrified as I watch through the eyes of the man as he approached them with in dark alleys or deserted places. He would smack them across the face, striking them to the ground before getting on top of them and then start ripping their clothes. This man enjoyed their screams for help as he brutally raped them, smiling knowing the police would link the newest victim to his other victims but never knowing who was committing these crimes since he had been caught. After watching him get off, he would produce a small knife and stab them several time in the stomach. Thirteen times for every woman making sure they would be dead by the time the cops found them. He would then take a piece of jewelry that he liked from them, cut off a piece of hair and take their I.D and then leave them for dead.

I felt the vampire within growing angrier with each image that past. Innocent women killed for pleasure. I couldn't stop moving even if I had wanted to.

I felt my hips swaying seductively as I walked across the parking lot towards the pathetic bastard. He noticed me as he bit his lip and raised one eyebrow at me. I swallowed the bile that wanted to leave my stomach for I knew this experience would be over soon.

"Hey." I said in the sexiest voice I could muster being around him.

"Hey back." He said smirking before taking a drag.

I bit my lip looking down at the ground before slowly moving my eyes up towards his and smiled with a sexy innocence. "Can I bum a smoke?"

He smiled and reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of smokes and lighter. I gently took one and placed it in my mouth as leaned forward as he struck the lighter and lit the cigarette. I blew the smoke out then smiled at him.

"Thanks." I said as I gave him a sweet smile.

"You're welcome baby." He smiled as he could try and impress me. His rough scratchy voice was like sandpaper on my brain. I had to suppress the urge to puke at him calling me baby. He wouldn't be alive much longer.

I knew I was running out of time with Dean and had to get this over with to complete the transition. "How's it feel?"

"How's what feel?" He asked confused as he blew out smoke from taking a drag, a smile still on his face.

"When you take the lives of all your victims?" I asked innocently.

That got his attention. His smile faded and was replaced with anger and more confusion. "How..." He started but I cut him off.

"Does it make you feel like a man when you rape them? A girl defenseless as you force yourself on them? Stab them? Hm? Taking a pieces of them with you just so you can relive every moment of each victim. You're pathetic. You don't deserve to even breath let alone live." I said calmly as I flicked my lit cigarette at him. He backed away from it and I took a step closer.

"Who are you?" He demanded as he reached into his pocket and pulled the knife he used on his victims.

"Who am I?" I taunted as I kept walking towards him as he kept walking back. "I'm your worst nightmare."

"I'll gut you before you can even make a touch me." He threatened.

This had me laughing at him. He looked at me oddly. I felt my fangs descend as I smiled at him. "You'll be dead before you even hit the ground."

"What the hell are you?" He questioned with fear in his voice.

"A monster." I said before I was behind him. One hand grabbing his head and yanking it to the side as my other hand held onto his wrist so he couldn't try and stab me. My fangs sank into his neck.

Blood from his wound gushed into my mouth. Hot, foul tasting blood. It tasted of alcohol and adrenaline and death. He was dying from cancer, I could taste it, but that still didn't giving the right to spill innocent blood.

I drank until I had my fill. I let his body fall to the ground dead. He hadn't a chance against me. I wiped the excess blood from my face. There was now one less murderer in this world but I knew I would never go hungry, for there would always be killers within this world.

As I stood over his dead body I felt my senses heighten. My head stopped pounding and my heart took it's last beat. I knew my transition was complete. I was a full blooded vampire now and there was no turning back.

Marla's POV

I was overjoyed when I had got off the phone with my daughter, but when I found out that Dean had not even known that she was half vampire, that was the icing on cake for me. I smiled at the thought of seeing my beautiful little girl again. Oh how I missed her so much. I stood next to the window, having ripped one of the boards off, and was looking out at my old street. I hadn't been here in years, but it was where Layla was meant to be. This was where she was meant to grow up and now she was coming home, finally.

I looked over at the back of the Winchesters head. He would be dead soon anyway, by Lilith's hellhound of course. I was ordered not to touch a hair on his head. That had pissed me off at first but then I got over it. Just knowing he would die soon helped. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye to see a red haired girl standing in the door way. I knew who it was immediately.

"What do you want?" I hissed at her. We never got along.

"I need to talk to you." She showing her black eye and walking away into the dining room.

I rolled my eyes and followed her. I always hated Lilith's little lap demon Ruby. She was always sticking her nose in places it didn't belong. I knew the Winchester was watching us so we had to be discrete.

"What do you want?" I hissed at her as soon as we were in the next room.

"Is everything set?" She asked.

"Yes, Layla is on her way." I said with a smiling a bit.

"Good. Once she's here you know what to do." She said narrowing her eyes.

"Yes, I'm not stupid and haven't forgotten." With a final nod she was gone in the blink of an eye.

I walked back into the room to see Dean giving me an icy look.

"So what are you going to do when Layla gets here? Kill her? Turn her into one of you freaks?" He spat at me.

"That's none of your concern, but I will tell you this. Once my sweet daughter gets here, I'll release you as promised and you'll never see us again." I said smugly as sat in the seat in front of him kicking my feet up on the table beside us.

"So you're really going to let me go?Why?" Dean asked.

"I made a promise to my daughter. I won't hurt her again like why I killed that other pathetic human she loved. Did she tell you how I killed him? Hmm just thinking about warms my blood." I said as I recalled that day.

"You're sick you know that?" Dean exclaimed.

"Thank you, I get that often."

"You are so going to get it when I get out of here. I don't care if I have to hunt you down for the rest of my life, I will kill you if Layla doesn't do it first."

"Oh honey you're not going to last much longer anyway. You've got like what? 3 or 4 weeks tops? And besides Layla won't kill me, I'm here mother. She won't hurt me."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Maybe she's not the little girl you think she is." He said smugly.

This instantly pissed me off and I launched off my seat to stand in front of him before back handing him. His head went to his side. I smiled at the pain he was feeling. He spit out some blood before he looked back at me. He just smiled.

"Is that all you got? Your daughter hits harder than you and she's only half vampire. I think you're losing your touch."

This just pissed me off more and I back handed him again cutting him right under his right eye, then grabbed a roll of duck tape and ripped off a piece then covered his horrid mouth. I smirked at him before going back to the window. My daughter would be here soon, I could feel it.

Blade's POV

I knew I had to do something about the body. I grabbed his knife, wiped my prints away and placed it back into his jacket. I grabbed his cell and dialed 911. I told them there was a body at the bar and then left.

I knew if I was going against my mother I would need my strength. I made my way down to Lincoln, Nebraska. I found another sick bastard only this one liked to rape and kill children. I felt sick to my stomach when the visions filled my head. He went quickly.

I did the same thing as I did was the last guy. I made a 911 call about a body and then left. I was standing on a building looking over the city, trying to figure out where Marla would take Dean. She kept saying she wanted me to come home, but where?

Then it hit me. Home, she was talking about the her old home. Where I was suppose to grow up. I knew where I need to go, Bobby had taken me there years ago when I had asked him to show me where I would have grown up. I was going to town where I was suppose to grow up in. Where I was suppose to live in. My home was Lawrence, Kansas.

It was night time when I finally found it. It didn't take me long to find what would have been my childhood home.

It looked run down. The windows were bored up and it looked like no one had lived here in years. Weeds covered the most of the yard. Windows were broken, probably from some neighborhood kids throwing rocks at them over the years. It wasn't a very big house but it looked like it would've been a cozy home to grow up in, but that was the past.

I closed my eyes and honed into what was going on in the house. I could only here one heartbeat knew that was Dean. I listened in for any more movement but there was none, but I knew she was in there with him.

This was it.

Two of us would come out alive and one of us wouldn't be her. I silently made my way up the pathway that led to the front door. I put my index finger to the door and barely pushed, it swung open quietly. I was on full alert as I entered the house.

There was a dining room to my right and a living room to my left. I looked around and found the kitchen behind me was empty. I made my way silently down the small hallway finding 4 closed doors. I tried the first door on my right to find a small bathroom. I left the door open and went the first door on the left.

Opening it revealed a little girls room, left untouched except from dust. I knew instantly that this would have been my room. I looked away and went to the next room. It was the master bedroom, but no one was in it. I then stood in front of the last door mentally preparing myself for what was about to happen next. I reached for the doorknob and slowly opened it.

When it was swung open quietly I was met with Dean sitting in the middle of the room, facing me tied to a chair and with tape over his mouth. The smell of stale blood hung in the air, it was Dean's. I quickly looked him over to find a small cut under his eye. She had hurt him. This enraged me but I knew if I let the rage take over, things wouldn't go the way I needed them to. I need to get him out of here alive.

I stood in the doorway surveying the room for any sign of here Marla. I couldn't see her but I knew she was there, visions of innocent victims flashing through my head; people she's killed over the years. They all were begging for their lives, and there she stood laughing at their measly attempts, she loved the torture and pain she caused them. It made me feel sick. She had to die, she was going to die tonight by my hand alone.

I looked at Dean as he was looking at me before his eyes flickered to his left before he looked back at me. He was silently telling me where she was. I gave a quick nod and was about to take a step forward when a voice stopped me.

"Hello Layla." Marla said as she came out of her hiding place and walked over to where Dean was standing behind him, smirking.

Marla hadn't changed much, appearance wise, since the last time I saw her. Her dark chocolate brown hair was still long and slightly wavy, pale porcelain skin contrasting with it. Her black coal eyes bore into my brow ones as we stared at each other. I hardly looked anything like her. I guess I got my fathers gene's.

"Marla." I said trying to keep from losing the blood I just consumed two hours ago. Truly I'm not feeling well and am trying to keep the blood down, but I keep my face masked so she can't see.

She narrowed her eyes at me out of spite; she always hated when I called her by her first name. "You know I'm surprised at you sweetie."

"Why?" I asked cautiously.

"I surprised in the fact that you never told Dean about your big secret." She hissed the last word.

I felt my body stiffen at what she said. Had she already told him? If so, what was going through his mind? I looked from her to Dean. Seeing the anger burning in his eyes confirmed my question but the anger was mixed with something else. Just then I was hit with a waves of anger but behind was what broke my dead heart. Betrayal was the emotion in Deans eyes and part of the emotions I was feeling. I knew it had to be Dean's emotions I was feeling but how? I was not a normal vampire. What ever was going on with me was not normal.

"I'm sorry Dean." I knew it wasn't enough but it was all I could say without breaking down. Anger and betrayal still stayed in his eyes as he looked away from me. I knew he hated me without even feeling it. He saw me as monster and nothing else and I knew that would be all he would see me as if he learn the recent truth.

I looked back to Marla to see her looking confused at me. "There's something about you Layla. You're different then the last time I saw you. You're..." She paused before realization cross her face. "You're not half vamp any more are you?"

I saw Dean's eye shoot up to look up at me. I slowly shook my head, which in turn silently answered her question.

"Well that sure is a pleasant surprise my dear. You don't know how happy you've made mommy feel." She said with a big smile on her face.

"I didn't do it for you." I spat back.

"Well even if you didn't do it for me, at least you've come to your senses. Now shall we get on with business?" She asked feeling pleased.

"Yes. Let Dean go and we can get things started." I said coolly.

"A promise is a promise for my little girl." She said as she ripped the tape from his face.

"Son of a bitch!" He yelled when the tape was ripped off.

"Shut up." She hissed as she cut the ropes from around his hands. When he was free of his bonds she slipped away from him in case he decide to try something. He rubbed his wrist as he walked over tome.

"Layla-" Dean started but I cut him off.

"Just go Dean, this isn't your fight."

"No-"

"JUST GO!" I yelled at him as I stood my ground.

He gave me a hard stare as he made his way out of the house. Once I knew he was far enough away. I smirked at Marla.

"Finally! Now that he's out of your life we can get started on your new life." Marla said as she started to walk towards me, but I had other plans.

Before she could even realize what had happened, she was flat on her back on the hardwood floor from my flying round house kick.

"I don't think so Marla. You see, only one of us is walking out of here and that one person isn't you." I said as I stood over her.

"Layla we've been through this. You can't take me." She snapped. "I think a few years in solitary will set you straight and I know just the place to keep you."

"It's over Marla. You're not getting away this time. Tonight I will finish you."

"Bring it. I do love a good fight." She smirked before she attacked me.

She lunged at me throwing punches left and right. I dodge all of them as I threw in a few of my own. She blocked most but I caught her off guard as she blocked a punch by kicking her in the stomach. She stumbled back giving me a pissed off look then came after me again. I was to quick and was behind kicking her to the ground once again. She jumped up and we began circling each other.

"Just give it up Layla." She snapped.

"Not until you're dead. You'll never leave me alone! You are nothing but a monster to me!" I yelled back.

"Look in the mirror sweetie. You're a monster yourself." She hissed back.

"Yeah, but I've never tortured innocents for pleasure." I threw back at her.

"Oh trust you will."

She ran at me as I ran at her. We met in the middle going down hard. She got to upper hand as she sat on top of me throwing wild punches everywhere she could. I placed my feet flat on the floor and pushed my hips up throwing her off balance, giving me a chance to get out from under her. She was on her stomach but then flipped around throwing out her foot to try and kick me but I was to quick and caught her leg. I raised my arm and brought my elbow down on her leg, hearing the loud snap of the bone breaking.

"AHHH!" Marla yelled. "You bitch!"

She through out her open hand trying to scratch me. I caught her hand snapping her wrist at an awkward angle. I knew she would heal soon so I knew this was my chance. I head butted her back down to the ground. She lay there moaning clutching her broken wrist to chest.

"For years you have ruined me life. You've taken away the only two men I've ever loved. Now it's my turn to repay the debt. You took away Myles' life so in turn, I'm taking your." I said through gritted teeth. I broke her other wrist, taking pleasure in hearing her scream. I then slowly began to dig my fingers through the flesh and bone in her chest. Her screams filling the room with every agonizing minute that passed by. When I felt my fingers wrap around her heart I squeezed.

"Layla STOP! PLEASE! STOP!" She begged.

"You didn't stop when Myles screamed for his life. I have no mercy for someone like YOU!" I ripped out her heart at the last word, crushing it to a bloody pulp. Yet I couldn't stop. I threw her crushed heart to the side then grabbed her head and ripped it right off her body, but I didn't stop there. I kept ripping and tearing until there was nothing left.

When I finally stopped, I surveyed the room. Only this time the room was splattered in blood. Bloody chunks of what use to be my mother were scattered around.

It was finally over. She was dead could never hurt me again. I silently walked out of the room and out of the house. I knew I had to burn the house to destroy the evidence. I slipped in the shadows until I reached a neighbors house and found a full medium sized gas can. I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of Dean's lighters he gave to me a while back. I made my way back to the house and walked back into the room taking off the cap of the can and dousing the room with gasoline.

I threw the empty can down and pulled out the lighter. I walked out of the room to stand in the doorway, looking at the remains one last time. A feeling of easy came over me as I lit the fire. I closed the lighters top to extinguish the flame and walked out of the house. I walked until I was across the street from the house and stood there watching it burn. A small smile graced my lips as the roof collapsed in.

After a few more minutes of watching and knowing that the fire had done its job, I began to walk away. I heard the sirens blaring from miles away knowing by the time they got here the house would practically be gone.

I knew Dean was gone. I knew he would have called Sam once he figured out where he was and Sam and Bobby would come to get him. My heart cried knowing I would never see Dean again. I knew he hated my kind and what I had become. I was a monster in his eyes and that would never change.