A couple of hours later
Alice came to again. There was knocking at the door. She prayed intently it wasn't housekeeping. The thirst was a raging torment now, her throat was like sandpaper when she swallowed and her stomach felt like she hadn't eaten in weeks. Sunlight crept round the edge of the drawn curtains and Alice kept her eyes averted from it as it was like knives to look at. The knocking sounded again.
"Housekeeping?" said a voice from the other side of the door. Then Alice winced as the sound of jangling keys hit her ears, which to her was a similar volume to a plane taking off. She strained against the bindings, vaguely thinking she could hide and keep the poor chambermaid safe but they were too tight.
"Come back, come back, please come back" she prayed to herself over and over again. Then the door swung open.
"Oh honey, what's happened to you?" a middle aged, friendly looking woman came over. Her poorly bleached blonde hair swept back into a ponytail, and large earrings dangled. Unfortunately, all that did was draw Alice's attention to her neck.
"Don't, don't untie me, I'm not safe" Alice begged the woman.
"Oh my, and you're British, what will you say about us when you go home. Of course I'm going to untie you and then I'm going to call the cops. Did they hurt you honey? Have they touched you? I saw those men go out, I said to myself then they looked rough types. I'm sure one of them had a gun. Gosh, these are tight, your hands must be so sore."
She set to work loosening the ropes. Alice no longer could trust herself to speak, she could feel the fangs descended in her mouth and she was so hungry now that she didn't know if she was physically able to not feed. She closed her eyes and tried not to smell the woman's scent that came off her in waves, perfume, sweat, coffee, cigarettes and underneath it all the unmistakeable smell of blood. She desperately tried to tune out the drumming of the poor woman's heart, elevated at the end of cleaning 20 rooms on a hot day and then finding a kidnapped girl tied to a chair.
"Leave her where she is woman," a deep voice bellowed from the doorway. It was Dean with Sam only a step behind him.
"Oh thank God, thank you God" thought Alice. But when she opened her mouth to say something all that left her was a hissing growling noise which made the housekeeper turn to her.
"Sweet mother of God, what is the matter with her?" she turned to Sam and Dean, "What did you do to her mouth?"
"Please," said Sam, looking at her with his big puppy dog eyes, "She's our sister, she's got some mental health issues, she did that to herself. We needed to tie her up for her own safety while we went and got her meds."
"Oh poor child, well, ok. If you're sure I can't get you some help…?" She looked at Dean with narrowed eyes, but smiled when she turned back to Sam.
"No, no, thanks, we're good here."
The woman left then, glancing once behind her at Alice with pity in her eyes. Alice growled at her and as the door closed, where the ropes were loosened, she began to move her arms and rise up from the chair.
"Sam… watch out!" Dean shouted as Alice freed herself and moved toward Sam at lightening speed, lips drawn back and her eyes fixated on the vein at the side of his neck. Dean threw himself at Alice, tackling her to the floor, where she writhed underneath him, snapping and spitting in her attempt to feed on him. She was barely under his control but as he looked into her blood shot eyes, he could see the real girl there, behind the madness, pleading at him to help her.
The two men finally got her back to the chair and tightly bound again and then set about making the potion that would return her to humanity.
"Sam, how the hell are we going to get her to drink this? She's starving, all she can hear is our hearts, all she can smell is our blood. How are we gonna force it down her without getting bitten?"
Sam looked at Dean blankly, while Alice restlessly squirmed on the chair, straining against the bindings, growling quietly. In the end, they decided the best idea was to have Sam stand behind Alice and tip her head back, while Dean tipped the disgusting potion into her mouth. Sam then cut the ropes as Alice folded in half and vomited a mix of the cure and blood.
Afterwards she felt like she'd never felt before. Her head hurt where she'd fallen, and then where Sam had hit her, the back of her throat burned from the cure and subsequent vomiting, her mouth hurt where the fangs had been and had now, thankfully disappeared, her wrists and ankles hurt from the ropes that had secured her to the chair and she was exhausted. Overriding all of this though was an overwhelming sense of gratitude to the men that now watched her, concern in their eyes, as she lay panting on the floor.
Dean spoke first. "Hurts like a bitch doesn't it?" Alice nodded, then looked up sharply, "You've had to do this?"
He nodded, then drank quickly from a flask, not expanding any further. Sam handed her a drink of water, which she gratefully took and finished in one go. "More please" she said.
Dean held out his hand to help her up, and led her to one of the beds. "Rest" he said, in a voice that sounded like it was used to ordering people around. She obeyed, mostly because she literally had no energy to do anything else, but also because she'd decided that she'd follow him to hell if he asked her.