A/N This is still in the view of the innocent also known as Malik. Sorry for taking so long. And thank you for the reviews. Thank you Pineapple8193 for your editing skills :D
I awoke refreshed as the crescent of the moon began showing in the night sky. The feeling of anticipation hung in the air. Soon she will be free. My body felt almost warm as it was buzzing with the new blood from my hunt the night before. I could feel its warmth spreading throughout my body. Still warm and making me feel almost as if I were alive again. How long has it been since I have felt alive? Far too long. I mentally shook myself and reigned in my focus. The blood of the hunt should sustain me for a few days. Enough to sort things out.
I quickly changed into something more suitable for meeting outside company and walked down the old stairs to await their arrival. I opened the creaky white paned windows and let in the night air before I sat upon my armchair to read. The old grandfather clock ticked tocked in the background. I drummed my fingers upon the arm rest as the clock chimed eleven times. What was taking them so long?
Knock, Knock.
Two sharp knocks unsettled the lingering question in my mind. I slowly rose from the armchair and walked across the maple flooring; my shoes tapping as they went along. I crossed the landing and walked towards the front door. The erratic heartbeats of two washing over me. Whilst the almost dormant heartbeat of another hummed quietly underneath them. The sounds tugged at my animal instincts but I had long learned to control my hunger. No matter how full I was it always seemed that I was ready for more. It was never enough.
Closing my eyes, I tried to sense if it was them. I already knew that it was not demons as no demon is ever that polite, especially if they were trying to kill you. It was them and it seems to me that they had a bit of a run in with the demons, who are guarding Keaira's home. I opened the door for them and let them into the living room so that they could catch their breath for the moment.
"Castiel, always a pleasure," I said as he walked by me. The only reply I received was the murmuring heartbeat of his human host. He was masking his hosts smell. I was grateful yet angered by his assumption concerning my control. He felt I lacked it. Angels had a scent of their own, but more so it was the lack of one with a hint of vanilla. Castiel, on the other hand, smelt more like cinnamon. Curious.
"We have the book," Dean said as he took a seat in my armchair. My cheek twitched. I really did love that armchair and it was not like I had guests in many years. It was going to take a while to get his scent out of the fabric. I pushed the anger aside and focused on the task at hand.
"The spell is called Ortus," a soft female voice said as it wove through the air.
Sam and Deans' eyes flittered about the room, looking for the source of the voice but they could not see her.
It seemed only I could, through some connection through her daughter. Even Castiel could not see her. She was in a place where even he could not reach as she no longer lingered on the ghostly plane but roamed somewhere completely different and unreachable.
"Do not worry. That was just Alaina, Keaira's mother, offering her help. Thank you Alaina," I said as I took the worn book out of Castiel's hands. It was smaller than I expected. It was a bit bigger than A5 and was covered in worn black leather. It looked like it had seen better days but I guess that is just the scars of her travelling about, avoiding those that hunted her. Quickly, I flicked through the pages until the page with Ortus in huge cursive writing caught my eye.
"Found it; we are going to need some Mistletoe, Myrrh, Butterfly weed, Aloe leaves, Bloodroot paste, Boneset flowers, Spruce needles, Vervain flowers and most importantly her blood." I read aloud as I skimmed over the potion recipe.
"That is just peachy. How are we going to get that stuff?" Dean asked.
"Especially her blood since, have you not noticed, she is dead? Sam said.
"Do not worry about her blood, Sam. I am sure Malik here has a solution for that. Don't you?" Castiel replied as he tried to stare me down.
I knew what he was getting at, seeing as she was my first blood. Again with the hostility. Who would have thought Angels would be so judgemental? I met his stare full on.
"As I matter of fact, I have thought about obtaining potion ingredients and the issue of the blood. There is a shop not too far from here which should have all of the ingredients we need. It has been shut for a while but the owner is still there and keeps stock and supplies under the radar as it is no longer safe. Shall we leave?"
"Sure," Dean replied. We left, got into their black Impala and drove off as per my instructions. It was not long before we had reached our destination.
We walked around to the back entrance. I knocked on the door twice, paused and then knocked again a further three times. The deafening sounds of the heavy bolts being pulled away met my ears as the door began to slowly open.
"Oh it is you, Malik. With some friends I see," Crystal stated as she opened the door.
"Yes. This is Sam and Dean Winchester and Castiel," I said as I walked through the door, looking around and grabbing the various items for the potion off jars along the shelves.
"We need to make a potion. To save Keaira. Would you allow us to use your equipment and ingredients?"
"Whatever you need," she replied as her tie-dyed gypsy skirt fluttered around her. "I will make some drinks. If it is the spell I think you mean it is going to be a long night."
Timing was crucial to this potion. Things had to be put in a certain order and simmer or cooled for a certain amount of time. It was going to take all night and all the help I could get. Castiel, Sam and Dean ran around for me; collecting ingredients, boiling them, freezing them, whilst I mixed the delicate concoction. The last ingredient needed for the potion was Keaira's blood. That was the hardest part which could ensure failure or success.
"The last ingredient; her blood," Sam said as he wiped his forehand with his palm.
I looked at Castiel. "Can you be sure that it will work?"
"Your blood in essence is her blood so I assume so," he replied as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Can someone tell what on earth you are talking about?" demanded Dean.
"As you can probably guess I am a vampire, as you would call it. In my past and Keaira's future, she will be the first blood I consume. This creates a bond between us, if you may. Her blood was... is the template for my blood. So in theory her blood is my blood."
"That is not something you hear every day," Dean replied.
"It is the best shot we have got," Sam said.
I reached for the knife that Crystal was already holding out for me. I proceeded to slide it across my palm. I could barely feel the blade.
"How much is needed?" I asked.
"A few drops should be enough," Sam replied as he looked at the book.
I placed my cut palm over the mixing pot which was frothing and I squeezed my wound allowing a few drops of my blood into the potion. Nothing happened. We waited and mixed.
Suddenly, it began bubbling over and emitting a purple smoke that smelt like the fresh woodland air. It was done. We could only hope that it would work. We each in turn blessed it. Maybe collectively we hold more power and more luck.
Within my bones, I felt the nearing of sunrise approaching. I could feel myself succumbing to the darkness slowly. It was edging through my vision; trying to pull me under. I turned and looked at Crystal and she immediately understood.
"Go in the walk-in closet in the guest room. It is darkest there during the day. I will get you some blankets to cover up, just in case. You guys are welcome to crash here also. It is not like she is going anywhere, plus you need to rest up. Getting to her is not going to be easy." She advised.
With her permission, I went away and slept for the day. Ready to arise and fulfil my task and save the girl who was not meant to have been born yet; who was not meant to have died quite yet.