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Vicky pounded to the top of the stone steps leading to the roof and stopped, panting hard. She could hear the snarls of the fighting vampires even through the door. She made a desperate lurch towards it and dragged it open. Her mind vaugely recognized the sound of a gunshot somewhere below, but she barely noticed it. All she cared about was Opium. She scrambled out onto the roof, her trainers slipping on the tiny wet beam that sat between the sloping sides of the roof. About ten metres away Opium and Lusing were locked together, hissing and growling like wolves, hands tearing at one another like claws. The flashing lightning caught on Opium's face and Vicky froze. His mouth was open wide, his fangs huge and glistening, his pupils so huge that they seemed to swamp his whole eye. His face was twisted with rage and hatred. For the first time since she had met him, Opium looked... he looked like a monster. Completely unnatural.
"Opium," Vicky whispered.
Both vampires whirled around, practically spitting rage. Vicky flinched back against the stone bell room behind her.
"Didn't know you brought a snack for the break," Lusing said. His voice sounded strangely wild, as if he had completely lost his grip on sanity. His eyes glowed a dangerous, burning red with bloodlust. "C'mon, bitch, come see your boyfriend!"
He lunged forwards and Opium threw himself onto his brother's back, his hand clawing the othe vampire's cheek. Lusing screamed in pain and twisted, throwing his head backwards. He hit Opium in the face and the vampire flew backwards. He slid down the side of the roof, hands digging into the tiles in a vain attempt to stop his fall. Vicky let out a cry of horror and started forwards, but Lusing moved faster than the lightning that was crackling overhead. Within seconds he was grabbing her by the arms in a vice-like grip, his fangs bared. His head twisted to one side and he struck, his fangs sinking deep into her neck. Vicky screamed, thrashing wildly against him. Pain slammed into her like a brick wall, blinding her...
"Hey!"
A sharp gunshot tore through the air and Lusing screamed and fell back, releasing her. Vicky stumbled backwards and felt a strong arm curling around her shoulders, breaking her fall. She turned her head and, with a rush of relief, saw Sam supporting her, his other hand still aiming his gun at the howling vampire. Lusing looked up at him, breathing hard, blood trickling from a graze on the side of his head. Sam had only just clipped him.
"Oh, you'll pay for that one, you butcher!" Lusing roared, surging forwards. Sam pushed Vicky behind him, bracing himself.
"Vicky, run!" he said rapidly. "Get-"
He got no further. The next second Lusing had rammed straight into him. The vampire lifted him clean off the ground, span around and threw him across the roof. Sam hit the stone bell tower at the other end and dropped downwards, gasping, blood streaming from his nose. He clamped a hand over his shoulder, and Vicky remembered with a jolt the gunshot wound that was still healing. Sam was definately not ready for a fight with an angry vampire. Lusing picked Sam up by the collar and slammed him back against the stone, forcing out a yell of pain.
"You really think you can kill me?" Lusing demanded. "You really think you can change anything in this hell hole of a world?"
"You're not killin' anyone else," Sam said hoarsely. "Me, my brother, we're not gonna let you."
"Really?" Lusing shoved his face forwards, his lips dripping blood onto Sam's shirt. "Just try and stop me."
His next movement was so quick that Vicky almost missed it. Lusing turned and, holding Sam by the collar, threw him out into the night. Vicky froze in horror, her mouth open. Nonono! Sam hit the slanted roof and tumbled down it, spinning over before flying off the edge of the roof and plummetting down to the ground below, out of sight. At the same time, Vicky realized that Opium had vanished. Lusing turned towards her and she stumbled backwards, reaching for the door, but he was already moving towards her. He caught her by the throat.
"No!" he snarled. "This time, everyone dies."
He bared his fangs - and Opium flicked himself up from behind the bell tower and landed on the roof behind him. He grabbed Lusing by the back of his jacket and launched them both straight upwards, landing on top of the bell tower. Vicky span around to keep them in sight, gasping for breath, just in time to see Opium lift his brother high in the air and -
Vicky shut her eyes, pressing a hand over her mouth.
Opium had just slammed Lusing down on top of the church's spire.
Opium stood frozen, staring down at the other vampire's twitching body. Blood pulsated from Lusing's chest where the spire had cut straight through and ran from the corner of his mouth in a thick river. The vampire's eyes slid up to fix on Opium's. Then the bloodlust faded, the fangs slid away into his jaw and his eyes glazed over. Opium swallowed hard, his whole body shaking.
"Lusing..." he whispered.
Vicky wet her lips, inching forwards. Somewhere in the confusion of the fight the rain and thunder had stopped leaving the air tense and damp. She watched Opium, hesitating.
"Opium?"
He looked down at her. His face had lost that monstruous expression, leaving it dazed and blank. Vicky held out her hand.
"You've done it. You can come down now, Opium."
Opium stared at her. "I... I never thought... I would do it... not really..." He lowered his eyes to the corpse of his brother once again.
Vicky stretched closer. "Come on, Opium. We should leave. Sam and Dean are..." her voice trailed off.
Sam. Oh, god, Sam...
"Opium? We have to find Sam," she said, her voice slightly louder. "Lusing threw him off the roof. Opium!"
Opium flinched and then abruptly shook himself and jumped down from the spire. He took Vicky's hand. Tears glistened wetly on his cheeks, and when he spoke his voice was still trembling with suppressed emotion.
"Yeah. Yeah, come on. Let's go."
Together they turned towards the stairs and stepped off the roof.
Dean could barely hold his ground against Gordon. The other man was just stronger. And acting to avenge Amy's death now... Dean let out a sharp grunt as Gordon kicked him in the stomach, sending him to the ground. The other man turned to go to the house, but Dean lurched forwards and wrapped both arms around his legs, sending him crashing to the floor. Gordon twisted around, trying to kick Dean in the face, but Dean rolled clear and rose to his feet, snatching up his gun as he went. Gordon froze as Dean pointed his gun at him.
"Come on, then!" he hissed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Kill me!"
Dean's mouth was a firm line. He clenched his jaw, his finger tightened on the trigger... and a sudden cry from above made him look upwards just in time to see Sam roll down the slanted roof of the church before pitching off it and dropping like a stone towards the ground. Dean's heart jerked.
"SAM!" he yelled.
He made to run forwards, but Gordon had leapt to his feet in the distraction and reached out to grab Dean by the collar. Without thinking, Dean whirled to face him and brought his gun crashing down on Gordon's head. The other man swayed, eyes wide, and then slumped to the ground and lay motionless. Dean kicked him away and span around. He sprinted towards the church, his heart pounding in beat to the wild fear in his head.
Oh god... he's dead... oh god... he'd dead... shit, shit, shit!
He rounded the corner and stopped dead, the sight he saw freezing him on the spot.
Sam lay on his back on the grass, blood seeping from the back of his head into the muddy earth. His eyes were half-open, a tiny glimmer the only indication that they were open at all. Blood was carving a thin, delicate path down his cheek, trickling steadily from his mouth. Dean gazed at him, blinking hard as if trying to make the horrible sight dissappear.
"Sammy..."
He staggered forwards and fell unsteadily to his knees beside his brother's side. He leant forwards, taking Sam's face in his hands. Sam's head lolled lifelessly in his grasp, his eyes still flickering at half mast. They stared straight through Dean into space, unseeing and empty. Dean let out a choking sob, a sudden unbearable pressure pushing down on his chest.
"S-Sammy, no, please," he whimpered, his voice pitifully broken. "This isn't supposed to happen... wake up, Sammy, please, you have to wake up... S-Sam, please... Sammy..."
He gently lifted Sam into a sitting position and wrapped both arms tightly around him, burrying his head in his little brother's shoulder. Unconsciously the whispered prayer continued to slip past his lips, desperate and trembling with tears.
"S-Sammy... don't do this... please, please... please, god, please... I gotcha, Sammy... please wake up... S-Sammy, this can't happen, it can't... god, S-Sam..."
Behind him Opium and Vicky rounded the corner of the church, both pale and shaking.
"Gordon's vanished," Opium said, his voice still slightly unsteady. "I think he's done a runner. What should we..." his voice trailed off as he took in the scene. Vicky pressed both hands over her mouth in shock and greif.
"Oh, god," she whispered.
Dean barely heard them. He rocked back and forth, back and forth, squeezing Sam tightly as if he would never let go, tears rushing freely down his cheeks.
"Sammy, no, no... Sam... please, Sammy, please... S-Sammy... S-Sammy..."
Please Review! I'm thinking that this story might be wandering off the point a little. Might give up and try it again in a month or so, give it another start.
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