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Even as Sam made to get up, the front door burst open and the vampires all leapt back, spinning around. Sam's mouth went dry as a solitary man appeared in the doorway, a burning torch in one hand and a long, curved blade in the other.

Gordon Walker had found them at last.

The vampires remained motionless, as if frozen in place, watching with cat-like eyes as Gordon scanned the room with an emotionless glare. The firelight danced over his face, reflecting in the vampires' eyes like hellfire, turning the walls red. Lusing was the first to break the silence - he spread his arm wide, letting out a shout of laughter.

"And just as we got to the good bit! Is this one of your new human pals, Opium?"

Gordon lifted the machette threateningly. "Shut your mouth, fang," he said coldly. "I'm here for one thing and one thing only."

"Well, you'll have to wait," Lusing said flippantly, turning away. "I have a little something to sort out with my dear brother here."

Before Gordon could reply, Lusing grabbed Opium by the collar and strode to the other end of the room, dragging the struggling vampire behind him. Vicky let out a yelp as Gordon grabbed her and pushed her out through the front door, clearly mistaking her for the vampire's victim. The other vampires closed in around him, hissing softly. Sam pressed himself against the wall as Lusing stopped right outside the door he and Dean were crouched behind. As Opium tore himself free, Lusing made a fist with his right hand and hit him hard in the face. As Opium doubled over Lusing lifted his fist again, baring his teeth in a snarl.

"You have crossed me for the last time," he growled. "I've given you so many chances, and you just throw them back in my face. Well, no more, Opium!"

He grabbed him by the throat and span around, slamming him against the wall. The wall shook, vibrating against Sam's shoulder. Sam felt a thrill of panic and without thinking launched himself through the door, lifting his machette.

"Let him go!" he ordered. "Now!"

Lusing shot him an unconcerned leer. Then in one fluid motion he turned and threw Opium across the room. The vampire flew through the air and smashed through the front window with a screech of breaking glass. Lusing span to face Sam, stepping forwards. Sam swung his machette, but Lusing simply knocked it aside and sent it spinning across the floor. His fist flew forwards, catching Sam in the jaw, and as Sam doubled over his knee jerked upwards, sinking into his stomach. Sam yelped, falling to his knees - and appeared behind Lusing and swung his machette. Lusing screamed in pain as the machette clipped the side of his head and stumbled away, blood leaking from between his fingers as he pressed a hand to the wound in the side of his head. Sam rose shakily to his feet and Dean shoved him towards the door they had come in through.

"Go. GO!"

Sam followed his gaze, and his eyes met Gordon's. Panic speared through him. Shit...

"Sam, run!" Dean roared, swinging his machette as a vampire leapt at him.

Sam didn't wait - he turned and sprinted into the kitchen. He vaulted over the counter and through the broken window, landing hard on the ground on the other side. He raced around the side of the house, making a break for the road. No sooner had he cleared the corner of the house than the door flew open and Gordon appeared, a gun in his hand. Bullets hit the ground behind Sam as he ran and he stumbled, his heart racing with fear. How the hell did he get away from the vampires that fast? He could hear footsteps rushing in behind him, he was out of time - Gordon slammed into him and they both fell to the ground, Gordon kneeling on Sam's legs. Before Sam could retaliate, Gordon squng the butt of his gun downwards and struck Sam across the face. Warm blood burst from his nose, flowing down over his lip and chin. Sam tried to lift a hand to stop him but Gordon simply knocked his hand back and hit him again so hard that stars danced before his eyes.

"End of the road, freak," Gordon growled.

Sam blinked hard, trying to see past the pain and black dots obscuring his vision. He heard the click of a gun and tensed. This was it, this was how he was going to die. Not fighting beside his brother, not rescuing someone from evil, here on the ground beneath Gordon. He made one final desperate grab for his knife but Gordon's knee was over his pocket and he couldn't reach it. He looked up at the hunter, the dark, merciless eyes...

And a heavy booted foot swung out of nowhere and hit Gordon in the face, sending him flying off Sam. Sam flinched in shock and looked up to see the vampire, Opium, standing over him his eyes dark and cold, blood trickling from a cut on his eyebrow where Lusing had hit him. He looked down.

"An eye for an eye?" he said, smirking slightly.

Sam stared at him. The sudden bark of a gunshot snapped through the air and Opium winced, putting a hand to his side. He looked up, his face twisting with anger. Gordon was on his knees, a gun lifted in his hand.

"Hey," Opium growled, starting forwards. "That hurt, you son of a-"

"Opium!"

He turned. Lusing was at the door, blood streaming down his face. "You get in that car, you're not coming back!" he yelled. "You hear me?"

Sam's eyes widened. Almost the exact same words had passed between him and his father. Opium had turned away and was striding over to the car Vicky was scrambling into. Sam rolled painfully over to check Gordon but another vampire had already attacked the hunter, forcing him back against his red car which was parked on the grass beside the house... from which flames were licking upwards, snatching at the windows and devouring the ancient wood. With a deep breath, Sam eased himself up to his hands and knees.

"Sammy!"

He looked up. Dean had emerged from the house and was running towards him, concern flickering in his face.

"Sammy, you okay? Jesus, your face..."

Sam wiped at the blood marring his features as he rose to his feet, gratefully accepting Dean's offered hand as he did so. "I'm okay. That vampire, Opium..."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, tell me later. Can we leave now?"

Sam looked past him. Lusing was wiping the blood from his face, his eyes roving over to fix on them. Another vampire had run from the house and attacked Gordon, so that the hunter was fighting two of them at once. Opium and Vicky had already fled the scene. The house was burning fiercely, the flames roaring with greed. Sam nodded.

"Yeah. Now we can leave."

"How many do you think are left?"

"Maybe three, not including Opium," Dean replied, pressing an alcohol-soaked swab against the gash on Sam's temple. "No more than that. You know what Gordon's like."

Sam bit his lip, holding in a yelp of pain as the alcohol stung him harshly. Dean taped down two butterfly stitches over the wound and then turned Sam's face towards the light, studying him carefully. Sam pushed his hand away, scowling.

"I'm okay, alright? Stop... stop touching me!" he snapped as Dean reached for his arm.

Dean pulled his hand back quickly. "You stop touching me," he retorted, crossing over to his own bed. "Jesus, you're so needy."

Sam rolled his eyes and leant back against the wall, fingering his tender nose gingerly. It still felt blocked and swollen, but at least it wasn't bleeding anymore. His head was throbbing painfully, but he decided against mentioning the fact and giving Dean another reason to fuss over him. The change in his brother was alarming at times like these - usually he couldn't wait to poke fun at Sam; now he was panicking over him as if he were about to pass out. Sam scrubbed a hand over his face and then glanced at his watch. It was only just nearing eleven, and yet he already felt exhausted. Maybe it was something to do with the nightmares that had been destroying his sleep lately.

"Come on, then," Dean muttered, lying back on his bed and folding his arms behind his head. "What are we going to do about your pet vampire?"

"Opium?" Sam shook his head. "I don't see how we're going to be able to find him. He's not stupid enough to just go wandering around in town now that Lusing's after him as well as Gordon. It looks like we'll just have to wait for him to come to us."

"Wait for him? I don't think so," Dean replied, looking at him sharply. "I said one night, Sam. We leave in the morning."

Sam sat up, his eyes narrowing. "No, you said one night for me to find a reason for us to stay. I'd say we have a pretty good reason now!"

"Really? Gordon Walker's here, the only decent vampire in the vicinity had scarpered and the others have our scent and are probably thirsting for our blood right about now. All that crap spells out three words: we - are - leaving!"

"No - we - aren't!" Sam said heatedly. "We can't just abandon the job, Dean!"

"I'm the oldest," Dean replied flatly, looking up at the ceiling. "So I'm always right, I make the decisions, and I say we're leaving."

"Screw that, Dean, we're not kids anymore!" Sam cried. "We're not going anywhere."

"Look at it this way," Dean said, sitting up and shooting Sam a smile. He ticked off a list on his fingers as he spoke. "I have the car. I have the money. I have the arsenol of weapons in the trunk. Basically, if you stay here on your own you won't last five minutes."

"In case you forgot, I survived collage pretty well without you standing over me," Sam said. "If I have to stay here alone in order to finish this job, then I will."

"I'm not leaving you here alone while Gordon's lurking around out there! How stupid do you think I am?"

"Do you want an honest answer?"

Dean rose to his feet, opening his mouth and stabbing a finger at Sam - and a fist hit the door three short times. Sam and Dean both froze, the arguement forgotten in seconds. Dean snatched up his gun from the bed and strode over to the door, moving as quietly as possible. Sam picked up the rock salt rifle that was lying on the bedside table and cocked it silently, turning it on the door. Dean shot him a meaningful glance, and he nodded shortly. Dean put a hand on the door knob and then with a sudden wrench pulled the door open, his gun swinging up to aim at the person outside.

Opium snatched his gun from his hand before he could even complete the movement and levelled it at Dean's head, a small smile playing across his lips.

"No need for that. I assumed you hunters wanted to care and share."

Sam grinned, throwing down his rifle and rising to his feet.

"Opium," he said, moving forwards. "You've decided to join us?"

Opium tossed the gun back to Dean and stepped inside, and Sam caught sight of Vicky just behind him. She greeted Sam with a smile, although Opium looked slightly on edge. Dean kicked the door shut behind them, clearly furious that the vampire had managed to get hold of his gun.

"Vicky Harston," Vicky said, extending her hand to first Dean and then Sam. "You're the Winchester brothers, right? Opium mentioned you on the way over. Apparently you're quite well known."

"If we're going to be formal about it," Dean muttered, softening slightly at the sight of a girl, "Dean Winchester."

"Sam," Sam said.

Vicky shook their hands and then looked pointedly at Opium, who suppressed a scowl and held out his own hand.

"Jake Rosten," he said.

Dean kept his hands firmly behind his back. Quickly stepping in, Sam took Opium's hand and shook it.

"I thought your name was Opium?"

"Opium is my new name, my vampire name if you want to think of it like that," Opium replied. "Jake Rosten is my original name."

"So if everyone's gonna call you Opium, you might as well just say your name is Opium," Dean said under his breath.

Sam shot him a glare, but Opium spoke before he could say anything.

"I'm not exactly thrilled about this either," the vampire said, "But Vicky pointed out that we're on the same side and she might be right. But first I need to clear some things up. Do you want to kill Lusing?"

Sam glanced quickly at Dean, who held up his hands as if to say 'don't ask me.' He looked back to Opium.

"He's killing people," he said. "And he doesn't seem to care either. So yeah, we probably will hunt him."

Opium blinked slowly, his silvery eyes remaining fixed on Sam's. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Okay," he said softly. "It was always going to happen eventually. What about Walker? What's he got to do with you?"

"Gordon thinks Sam's the antichrist," Dean said flatly. "He's a derranged psycho."

"Then it looks like we do have the same goals," Vicky said, nodding. She rubbed her hands together, looking around the room. "Right. Grab your bags."

Dean's eyebrows rose. "Well, I don't usually get this friendly until I've at least bought the girl a drink but if you insist..."

"Its too easy for the other vampires to find you here," Opium replied. "I could smell you a mile off. And don't hit on my girlfriend," he added in an icy tone.

"Where were you thinking of going then?" asked Sam, reaching for his bag and cramming the weapons strewn across his bed into it. "Vampires can track you down no matter where you go once they have your scent."

"You're going to stay with us," Vicky informed them. "It'll be best for us to be all together anyway." She moved towards the door, Opium following her.

"We'll wait outside. Make it quick," Opium said coldly.

The door slammed shut behind them, and Sam and Dean were left alone once more. The brothers exchanged a look.

"She's pretty demanding, isn't she," Sam muttered. "What do you think?"

Dean smirked at him. "I think we do what the hot girl says and follow her home."

Sam sniggered as Dean hurriedly packed his bag. "Watch it, Dean. You might want to think twice before you get on the wrong side of a vampire."

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