A/N:

-Since I was on my summer vacation this whole time, I was busy with more likely being a summer-y person than staying home and writing but here it is! The new chapter, yay!

-AMAZING NEWS – I'm trying, very – very hard to MAKE a vid for the story! YAY! I mean; this is my first vid EVER so you guys, when it's done, better be easy on me. I'm no pro. Heh. ALSO; a Cover art is posted on my livejournal..!

-Disclaimer: I only own my OC characters, yadda yadda, and the plot/conversations. I won't write a disclaimer again. -.-

Chapter Thirteen:

Dean's POV:

Numb. I felt numb. I am definitely dead.

Then I felt pain, pain. I knew at that instant that I was back in the pit. I just kept my lids shut tight, not wanting to see who my torturer was this time.
But then the pain began to slowly subside, and I could breathe again. I blinked and let my eyes open slowly, seeing nothing but white blankness. I blinked once, twice in attempt to clear my sight before I finally saw a pair of glowing grey spots over my head, and heard a quiet familiar whisper. "Dean? Dean..."

Then I heard another voice, more gruff and cold. "He won't make it, Mia. I'll raise him again."

"He did not die for you to raise him again, Castiel! Do me a favor, and shut your pie hole!"

I chuckled weakly and turned my head away from the light, and then quickly everything flooded back into my mind. The seal, Mia, Castiel, Lisa, Ben, the hellhounds…Lisa…

I quickly shifted, trying to sit up or stand up or whatever it is I could do now. My body felt strong, but I couldn't quiet control it fully.

"Take it easy, Dean! " Mia grunted as she stood up, stepping backwards as I fumbled to my feet. I looked down at myself, eyes wide with my state. Shirt all ripped apart and bloody, but through it I can see my skin – not a blemish. I looked up then glanced at Mia, "Where's Lisa?"

"Wow, Dean – don't mention it. Hellhound wounds are very easy to heal, didn't drain me at all." She shook her head and turned her back to me, started walking…into a hallway. I glanced around once, very confused at where we were at the moment. We were – back at Mia's house. I quickly moved forward and got a strong hold of her upper arm, spinning her to face me as I asked again aggressively.
"Where are Lisa & Ben?"

She let out a long breath through her nostrils and shook her arm out of my grip. "Ben's upstairs. And Lisa's…" Her voice grew quiet as she looked down. I frowned and shook my head in disbelief.

"Just tell me you didn't save me and let Lisa die?" I exclaimed loudly as I glared at her. She snapped her head up at me and returned my glare with an even more furious one. She turned her back to me and started making her way into the hallway. "Mia, don't you dare leave now!"

She halted at where she was standing and looking at me over her shoulder, not bothering to run around and face me. She started speaking then and her voice was cold, senseless. "I'm truly sorry, Dean. But it wasn't a choice; these were my or-

"Yeah, your orders! Your freakin' orders. And I thought your half human side would work somehow – guess I was wrong…Angels.." I scoffed, locking my jaw as I breathed quickly after my outburst. She turned her gaze from me and went on walking, before she simply – just vanished. I could feel my hands fisting at my sides as my eyes stung…with tears, again today.

I stayed like that for minutes, probably the longest minutes of my life. Suddenly something tugged at my jacket and I turned around quickly, glancing down as well, only to see Ben looking up at me with wide, teary eyes. I sighed, and knelt down to his eye level. Before I could even manage to find my voice, he wrapped his arms around my neck and started crying.

I slowly wrapped my arms around him and held him close, somehow my own tears managing to roll down my cheeks. I just had to get a grip of myself, had to keep him safe. I had to stay strong for that kid, the seal was still yet not broken and I had to protect Ben. And with just that, I heard Castiel speak behind me. "The seal is broken, Dean"

I quickly stood up, keeping a firm hold on Ben as he stayed in my arms and faced him with my eyes wide with disbelief. He stared back, eyes cold and solid. I narrowed my eyes at him as I muttered. "How could the seal be broken, Castiel? Ben..he's still here." I frowned, not bringing myself to utter it. I tried to not let my thoughts drift away as I kept my gaze fixated on Castiel's face. He glanced down, sideways as I could only see the side of his face before he slowly started speaking. "The seal is to terminate the existence of six maids and their youngest offspring. Lisa was carrying her youngest child, if you can understand what I mean," Then he shifted his cold blue eyes from the ground to my horrorstricken face. "Dean."

I blinked and absently held Ben closer, whispering under my breath. "So you are saying that Lisa was…pregnant?"

Castiel nodded slowly, "I'm afraid, if you are curious to know, that the father is of course not yourself, Dean." He then walked slowly towards me, placed his hand over Ben's head. Immediately, I could hear his light snore. I glanced down at his face before shifting my gaze back at Castiel as then he looked up, eyes meeting mine. "You're his parent now, you always were. I believe, Ben Braeden is your responsibility, was your responsibility from the day of his existence." And the next thing I know, Castiel is not there anymore.

I gasped as my mind worked on comprehending what Cas has told me.
Ben was my kid. The seal was broken because Lisa was pregnant, and that's her youngest child. Ben was safe. Lisa was lying…She lied to me.

I felt this ache in my chest, ache of betrayal. I walked towards the couch and sat down, shutting my eyes tight as I lowered my face into Ben's shoulder; being rather careful about handling him now. After all, I was always careful with handling Ben. I guess part of me knew, all the time. I guess I never believed her when she said that.

And knowing all of that was too much for me to handle.

Mara's POV:

As Sam parked the car in front of the Salvatore boarding house, I glimpsed Damon leaning against the porch pillar with his arms folded over his chest. I breathed out loudly as I reached for the handle, tugging at it softly as I leaned my weight against the door to push it open. But the door was pulled open while I hand was held out for me. I glanced up only to meet my own blue eyes, and then down at his hand again before I reluctantly took it and stepped out of the car. His slammed the door shut and placed his arm around my shoulder before he muttered under his breath, "We need to talk."

I swiftly ducked from beneath his hold and stood in front of him, folding my arms over my chest as I breathed out frustratingly. I rolled my eyes at the scenery, "We do, just not now. We have a more important matter at hand." I turned my back to him and glanced up at the porch where Sam stood waiting for me. I small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I leapt over the stair and took my place at his side. Slowly we walked in, and I could hear Damon's footsteps behind us, feel his stare at the back of my head.

Inside, I saw Elena seated at one huge chair, and Stefan leaning over that chair's backrest. As my eyes scanned the rest of the room, I saw a blonde girl. Face round with small eyes, irises colored with baby blue. Her locks cascaded down her shoulders as she was in a casual dress; and obviously she was a vampire even though you just can't ignore her child-like features. I lifted my gaze of her and at the male behind her. His hair was spiked, blacker than night. He eyed me intently and exchanged my own curiosity as I tried to figure what he was.

As my eyes completed to scan the room, I saw a small figure. She turned out to be a petite girl with a dark complexion, her hair in black curls that gave her a taller impression. Her face solid and serious, not matching her looks. She stood close to a boy who seemed to be the youngest of them all. He had the youngest face of them all, despite the tall and firm figure. But I figured that none of them was taller than Sam, and I could almost smirk.

Finally, I glimpse that one guy leaning against the door's frame. He looked like some hangover drunky, the way his air stuck out in all directions and how his beard wasn't quiet shaved; the way he dressed. But his eyes were sharp, and his face was pretty much sculpted with seriousness. In trial, I tried to get into any of their heads – but it was as possible as getting into the Salvatores'; so I gave up.

Finally, I looked back at Stefan who was eyeing me intently, likely waiting for me to familiarize with the persons in the room before he then glanced at them, clearing his throat once. "Mara, Sam – these are Caroline," He gestured his hand at the childish blonde vampire. "Tyler," was the tall male who stood behind Caroline. "Bonnie," was the petite dark girl. "Jeremy, he's Elena's younger brother." the young boy who stood beside Bonnie. "And this is Alaric, he's a vampire hunter." His palm finally settled in the direction of that messed up man. He smiled at me and nodded once, "Call me Rick."

I glanced up at Sam as he eyed all of them present, and nodded once. I glanced at Stefan so he can go on. "And these are Mara and Sam, I've told you about them – and why they are here."

"You're not human, are you?" I quickly scanned the room for the source of the small voice, thought I could easily match it with Bonnie's petite figure. Her eyes were narrowed intensely at me. I blinked at her gaze and shook my head. Suddenly, I felt all warm as I kept my eyes on Bonnie. Something told me I knew her somehow. Our exchange was interrupted as Damon speed to stand in front of me. I looked up at him, and shook my head in question. He lifted his brows and traced his gaze into thin air and then back at me. "We have a more important matter at our hands now."

I shook my head as I stepped aside and glanced at Stefan. "Stefan told us about the curse of the sun and mood, and about how Klaus is after Elena." I gestured my hand towards her as I glanced back at Sam. "And he's definitely told you about how someone or something is after Elena at the very same time to break that seal."

Sam now stepped forward as well as he started speaking, "There might be a connection between the both of them. The seals were created at the beginning of creation. Whoever was the priest who placed that cursed must have known about the seal. Whoever that priest was, he knew the Petrovas were bound to the doppelganger bloodline and with that, he placed the curse."

I immediately heard footsteps at the front door and turned my head back towards it. Stefan, Damon, and Caroline mimicked my action as Stefan speeded his way to the door. I glanced back in front of me and lowered my gaze, listening intently as the door swung open. I knew they were two males, but then another set of footsteps joined them. I heard Stefan muttering ever so silently as he stepped aside, and the three males stepped into the house.

We all kept eyes ready at the room's entrance as two dark males and lighter one walked into the room. The youngest of the dark males walked towards Bonnie, smiling a bit as he stood at her other side while the oldest of them took his place beside Rick. The last of them walked towards me and offered his..hand. "I'm John Gilbert, Elena's father. I understood why you're here and –

"Cut the crap, John, and join the crowd." I snapped my head back at Damon who was rolling his eyes in annoyance. I turned to look back at John as he shrugged once, flinches at Damon's voice as he stepped back and practically stood alone.

"I'm Jonas Martin. And this is my son, Luka. We came here…on behalf of Elijah." The older male shifted his gaze from Stefan to Elena's then back at Stefan. I could see it before it happened. There.
"On behalf of Elijah? You are working with him?" Damon speeded towards Jonas but fell to the ground as he held his head in his hand, fisting his hair into them as bent over onto the ground. I sucked in a sharp breath as I glared at Jonas, muttering solidly under my breath. "Stop."

Jonas looked at me and narrowed his eyes, same way Bonnie did when she saw me. He was obviously a...witch? Warlock, seems to be the right word. I shifted my gaze away from him and to Damon who was getting to his feet. He glanced over his shoulder at me as he adjusted his collar. I frowned and rolled my eyes once before I glanced at Stefan. He started speaking, mainly summarizing what Sam & I have said to the new comers.

As time flied, we concluded a possible appearance in the upcoming New Year's Mystic Masquerade Gala, as they've themed it to a past masquerade ball. The Warlocks left, and so did Elena, John and Rick; muttering something about Jenna who apparently is her aunt and about how she is upset about John being Elena's father. Stefan did eave to keep a close eye on Elena. Jeremy and Bonnie left, never mentioning to where. Sam went back to the motel to call Dean and check on him.

I was standing at the window, peeking through the window as Tyler and Caroline walked towards the car. All so sudden, I saw him pinning her against that car. I narrowed my eyes as my hands tensed around the curtains. I muttered silently under my breath as I listened to his threats, none of them making sense to me. "Damon.."

In an instant, he was standing beside me. I could see it through his head, how he peeked through the window before he immediately left the house and was at the sight. He grabbed Tyler's arm and pulled him away, into the front wall. I heard a growl, before I speeded my way out of the house as well. Damon stood in front of Tyler, spitting his words out. "Don't cross your limits, you flea bag. You all need to be disciplined; too bad your uncle failed the test."

"So it's true? You killed Mason! You killed him! – and you!" He glanced around Damon's figure to glare mercilessly at Caroline. "You lied to me! You said you were the only vampire! But there are many of them, flooding the town and now this freaky half vampire girl!" His palm was lifted to gesture at me as I stood there, watching silently. I flinched at his harsh words, but never showed it.

I blinked, and what I saw and heard next amazed me. Damon was holding Tyler by the neck up against the wall, growling furiously as he spoke. "Don't you ever dare speak of my daughter in that manner."

I slowly stepped back as I felt all eyes drawn to my direction. I glanced back in the boarding house, and then my eyes scanned over the area to glimpse the forest's entrance in the backyard. Without any hesitation, I ran into that forest; far too deep, way too fast for anyone to follow me. When I stopped, I scanned my eyes over the area again. I glimpsed what seemed like a tomb's entrance. My eyes narrowed, unable to hold my curiosity as I stepped towards that entrance, stepping down each stone stair with cautiousness.

As I stepped around and into the cave, I saw the dark endless tomb. I stood at its entrance, tracing my hand over the dusty stone entrance as I gazed at it. Something shifted, in that dark endless tomb, and my gaze snapped towards it with my eyes focused. I stood there, nearly crouching at whatever might be in there.

I straightened when nothing approached, and tilted my head. I figured I'd just check it out, since noting and no one where here. As I stepped forward and almost into that tomb, a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me back to the ground. As I looked up, I saw Damon looking down at me before he glared into the tomb. "Katherine…"

My eyes widened. So this was the tomb. I stood up and onto my feet, dusting off my clothes as I stared into the dark. A female figure slowly approached and with each step, I could see her face clearer. I gasped when I could fully see her, whispering. "My God, you look exactly alike."

"I know, I know. But you know from where she gets her looks." Katherine smirked as she glanced at me, mimicking me as she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "So you're the infamous Maralyn"

"What? No…" I shook my head as I frowned, feeling the awkwardness of this conversation rising as I glanced once at Damon before refocusing my stare back at Katherine. "My name is not Maralyn. It's –"

"Yeah, yeah. Jazmin. That's the name your lame-ass witch of a mother picked. But Damon here, he named you Maralyn. After his first love." Katherine muttered as ran a hand through her air. I shook my head as I glared at Damon, "What the hell is she saying?"

"The truth." She chirped before Damon could speak.

"Shut up, Katherine!" Damon immediately yelled as he snapped his head towards her.

"Make me." She snickered as she walked back into the tomb, leaving the both of us alone. I turned towards him and glared, immensely confused by what I've just learned. "You wanted to talk. You wanted to explain. Now, now is just the perfect time so you better start doing that, Dad."

Damon lowered his eyes to the ground as his hands fisted at his side. He sighed out loud, and swallowed once as he started making his way out of the tomb. "Follow me, Maralyn. It's time you know, everything."

Sam's POV:

As I arrived into the motel's parking lot, I eased the car into the spot – careful and cautious, not harming or scratching its new paint. I pried the keys from the ignition as I turned the engine off and slid out of the car seat. I slammed the door shut, jogging my way towards the motel room, eager to call Dean. Something was telling me, just that feeling, that something went seriously wrong. I fumbled with the keys, unlocking the door quickly and entering the room.

As I glanced around after locking the door, my eyes settled on a small female figure. At the beginning I thought it was Mara – but Mara was shorter and her eyes weren't entirely black. I hissed under my breath as I recognized that face, narrowing my eyes as I spat the name "Ruby…"

"Why Sam, that's not the kind of welcome you owe to the person who helped when your brother was in the pit. I thought you wanted revenge from Lilith, or do I need to play that back for you?" Ruby lifted a brow as she folded her leather sleeved arms over her chest, eying me through wide eyes. "Look at how weak you've grown."

"Ruby, leave. I told you, I was done with this. I shouldn't have accepted in the very beginning. This was all a very wrong idea." I shook my head as I shoved the keys into my pocket. I kept my gaze away from hers. She stepped forward. I could see it, I could hear it, I could sense it. I shook my head furiously and turned away as she eyed me from the lower height she maintained. "So naïve, Sam."

"Ruby! I am done with this crap. I've got more important things to deal with now!" I tried to turn around her, focusing my gaze onto the salt lined windows. I tried to figure out how she got in, but she snaked her hand to grab my jaw as she forced my gaze down at her.

"What are you dealing with Sam? The seals? You think the angel on your shoulders is helping you with that? He's only doing his own orders!" She hissed beneath her breath. I lifted my hand to grab her wrist and pry her hand away from my face. I stepped away from her.

"He's not the only creature taking orders, is he?" I spat as I glared at her. I just had to get rid of her now, I couldn't risk Mara knowing of her existence.

Ruby dropped her gaze to the ground, and her eyes seemed almost hurt. She muttered under her breath. "Half of the seals are broken now, and Lilith is after the last one. Your trials now are fruitless, and I thought I'd help. It's why I came back, Sam. To help, I owed you that."

"You don't owe me anything, Ruby...please, leave." I frowned as I pinched my lids shut, with my fingertips I massaged the bridge of my nose as I kept my face down. I felt her stepping close; I felt her hand tug at mine down as she looked up at me. I opened my eyes slowly to look down at her, her eyes now piercingly black. "Don't you want to kill her? Don't you want to torture her for torturing your brother, for scarring his soul? Don't you, Sam? Don't you want to revenge for your brother's torment?"

Her voice was cold, manipulating. But I turned my head away from her. "Very well then, we'll do this the hard way. Trust me, Sam. This is for your own good, so you can save them all. And avenge your brother." Her hand went behind her back and beneath her jacket to pull out a knife – a normal knife. She held the knife with one hand, switching hands as she swiftly pushed the jacket past her shoulders. Both her arms were exposed to her shoulders as she extended one of them ahead of her.

My eyes widened as I stepped back, shaking my head slowly as I spoke. "Ruby, don't do that."

Her eyes were normal again as they softened. "It's for your own good, Sam. It's for everybody's own good."

She eased the tip of the knife onto the skin beneath the crease of her elbow. Her grip around the knife tightened as she applied pressure. My eyes fixated on her skin, I could see the knife piercing it, leaving a red line along as she moved the knife horizontally across her arm. The scent of the blood fired up my senses, everything was suddenly sharper than it was. My eyes narrowed into slits, my hands fisted at my sides as I struggled to maintain my ground. But the scent was too hard to resist, and the thirst was too painful to ignore.

My mind no longer had control on my body. My body, driven with thirst, leapt forward and knocked Ruby's small figure down onto the mattress. I placed my palms at either sides of her body, suspending myself over her as I pulled my lips over my teeth, growling with lust. I grabbed her wrist and extended her arm flat onto the bed as I lowered my head down. My lips shaped themselves around the wound; my teeth grazed over the skin softly. I ran the tip of my tongue over it, tasting the sweet blood and swallowing down the sample of it.

I longed for more, my lips tightened around the skin, forcing the blood out through the wound, letting it gush out forcefully. I swiped it off once and twice as the crimson liquid kept gushing through the slit-like wound, tasting what I've longed for. I could Ruby's body twist beneath mine, arcing sideways like a worm, like the parasite she really was.

But I cared nonetheless of that, all that was of import now didn't matter. All that mattered now was revenge, was Lilith's end – what I'll be causing. That's all that was of import.

I will revenge for Dean's torture, I will revenge for every harm those sons of bitches have done to our family and to every person's they've hurt. Even Mara…

Mara…

I immediately pushed myself off the bed, and fell back down onto the wooden floor boards. I glared up at Ruby as she slowly sat up. The skin around the wound was red, marked with teeth marks. I pried my gaze from it and onto her face. She trailed her stare from her arm to my face and frowned. "Why did you stop, Sam?"

"I can't do this, I can't." My words came through my bloody lips, shaking. I wiped the side of my hand over my mouth and glanced down at the faint trail of crimson. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip, keeping myself from doing what was no longer humane as I looked up at Ruby. "I can't Ruby, just leave."

Her face twisted as she got up onto her feet. She tucked her knife back where it originally was & knelt down, picking up her jacket from the ground and quickly shrugging it on. As she adjusted the collar she looked down at me, "You will change your mind about this, Sam. You've started, you just can't stop here. You know how to reach me." She stepped around me and towards the door, and I longer felt her presence again.

I got up and looked down at the blood-stained mattress. Immediately, I knelt down and fisted my hand into it, with one tug I remove it off of the bed. I walked towards the bathroom and put it into the sink, turning on the water and watched it soak into the cloth. My eyes trailed down at my bloody hands, before I immediately got them beneath the sink. Wash and rinse, wash and rinse; all I've done for the next hour.

I changed into fresh clothes and sat down at the edge of the bed, parting my knees as I rested my elbows onto them. Slowly, I placed my head into my head and held it there as my mind went wild with what I have done. What have I done?

I shouldn't have; I shouldn't have.

Those words chanted their way through my mind, as my conscience drowned more into the guilt and regret of my deed. I shouldn't have, but I couldn't control myself. What would Dean…I needed to call Dean, I needed to call him.

Worry sparked like a match in my head as I quickly got up, pacing quickly towards the desk chair where I kept my jacket folded. My hands frisked it until I felt the phone through one of the pockets, and I shoved my hand into it. I looked down into my phone and dialed Dean's phone, just as I was doing so, someone knocked on the door.

I moved towards the door as I listened intently to the dial tone. I swung the door open, and immediately let my phone down when I saw Dean standing before me. I shut it and shoved it into my jeans' pocket as I eyed his face. His gaze slowly dropped to the ground as his hands hung at the pockets of his jeans.

"Lisa's dead, the seal is broken, Ben's at Bobby's…" He muttered under his breath. I frowned. None of what he's said made sense, but then he looked up, at me. Eyes meeting, I immediately placed my hand onto his shoulder and pulled him into a brotherly hug. I frowned as he mimicked my gesture; he needed this. And I had no idea what more I could do.

A/N: Honestly, I have no notes to say but that of course I'm skipping some events in TVD part. Like kidnapping Caroline and this whole thing. Just read, it's going to be good I promise! I'll try to update faster…I always say that and I don't eventually, ha'ha.