I was an idiot. I played right into his plan to lure me out of the sunlight. He knew exactly what to say to piss me off, too. I lunged, and managed to stab him except he moved at the last moment. The knife plunged into the upper part of his shoulder. Where else would it go? This was happening to me, remember.
"Always acting before you think," he growled, pulling the knife from his shoulder. He tossed it into the bucket of blood. I tried to make it back to my little patch of sun, but he was faster. "You should've listened to Dean, angel."
"Casti-" He put his hand over my mouth.
"No calling the angel, angel. It's time to join your sister." In a panic, I bit him. "You bitch!" He let me go, and I ran away from him. I didn't go to the sunlight, though. I knew that it wasn't safe for me anymore. Surprisingly, Jack started to laugh.
"Why are you laughing?"
"This is way better than my original plan. There's vampire blood in you now." I touched my mouth to see that I did get his blood in my mouth. I didn't think I'd broken skin. "And that is a much worse fate than dying. I wonder if it will be Dean who kills you."
I didn't trust myself to feel around in the bucket of blood, so I ran around my father, hoping to find something sharp in the other room. I had to wait for my eyes to adjust before I could look around. There was a living room area, a knight's armor in the corner, and a sword high up on the wall. I was about to run for it when something grabbed hold of my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" I grabbed onto Jack's arm with my free hand, and twisted it as far as I could until he let go. Then, I shoved him as hard as I could. He stumbled, falling into his bucket of blood.
I didn't waste my time. I pushed the couch up against the wall, but I didn't quite make it. I was pulled away and thrown back into the wall on the opposite side of the room. I surprised myself when I growled at Jack.
"You're irritating me, angel," he said. His lips and chin were dripping red. He obviously just fed.
"Yeah? Well, you've been irritating me for the past eight years." I kicked him in the jaw, and ran towards the couch. My fingers were only an inch away when I was pulled away again.
"I've had enough of this." His teeth sank into my neck, and I could feel my body weakening.
Images of Emma and my mom played like a movie before my eyes. I saw myself escape and run while she died at the hands of our father. Then, there was flirting with Dean in that bar and being so drunk I spilled my guts about that night and how I was hunting him. I saw our moments in the bunker and then teaching Cas how to cook. I studied lore with Sam while Dean and Cas hunted, snuck into Dean's room when my nightmares became unbearable. I saw myself writing the note and leaving and then seeing them almost two years later. Dinner with Mary and the boys and then pie later on with Dean, my friend Cara and her concern for me, and finally watching Luke run.
Hit with a sudden surge of strength and motivation, I elbowed Jack in the ribs. He hissed, releasing me. I knocked over the coffee table and the knight on my way to the couch, hoping they would give me enough time to get the sword. Finally, my fingers wrapped around the hilt of the blade.
"Think about what you're about to do," Jack said. I guess he was trying to save his life by begging. Honestly, I wanted to see him beg, just like my sister begged.
"I have. I've thought about it for years." I jumped down off the couch.
"I have enough blood to last us a year. We could be a family again, angel."
"And why would I agree to this?"
"I was a new vampire then. I didn't know what else to do."
"You were always a sadist. Being turned just gave you an excuse to torture us."
"Now, angel, I-"
"Shut up." I pressed the side of the blade to his throat. "You tortured us for days. Emma was still only a child. And when she cried, begged you to stop, you laughed and walked away. Finally, when the waiting and torturing got boring for you, you killed her, drained her. Do you remember what she did in her last moments?" He swallowed hard, and shook his head. "She told me to run. You killed someone so… good." I pulled the sword back. "You're a monster, and I am going to kill you once and for all." I swung with all my strength.
I collapsed onto the couch. Despite what Sam and Dean had told me, I really thought revenge would make me feel better. And though a weight was lifted, there was still something missing in my soul. After a few minutes of savoring my victory, I remembered that I was a monster now, too.
"Cas," I said, my voice weak. "Cas, I need your help. Please." A split second later, Cas was standing in front of me.
"What happened?" he asked, looking around.
"I need a favor." He stared at me. "I need you to kill me."
"Why?"
"I didn't have a choice. I swallowed vampire blood."
"Skylar-"
"Cas," I stood up, and walked over to him, "please. I don't want to hurt anyone. Kill me now while I'm still somewhat human."
"There are alternatives."
"I've done what I needed to." He looked… sad. "I want this, Cas. Just do it."
"Okay."
"Tell the boys I said goodbye." He placed his hand on my head.
"I will." I waited for him to kill me, but nothing happened.
"Cas?"
"I can't do it." I groaned. "Not when there are alternatives."
"I'm not going to argue with you."
"You're not?"
"No. I think I've fought enough." Holding my breath, I walked over to the tipped over bucket, and picked up the knife. "Goodbye, Cas." I brought the knife to my neck, and then everything went dark.