A/N: Takes place between "Bloody Mary" and "Skin"
Chapter Four-A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed Part 3
Third Person POV
Dean smacked Samʼs arm when he saw Lyssa open the front door of the Johnsonʼs house and greet her teacher. "Whatʼs she doing?" Dean asked when Lyssa let Matthew into the house. "Well, she does know him. Itʼs not like heʼs some stranger." Sam countered. "Yeah well, I donʼt like the looks of this. He canʼt be alone with her." Dean said, opening the driverʼs door and getting out. Sam followed suit and got out as well. "So, whatʼs your big plan, genius?" Sam asked as they snuck up on the house.
"Donʼt know yet." Dean said as they hid behind a bush and peeked inside the window. "I feel like such a creeper right now." Sam said, looking through the window and into the living room where Lyssa and Matthew were talking. "If we donʼt make our move at the right time, heʼs going to bite her and make the rest of her life a living hell. We canʼt let that happen, Sammy." Dean said, turning to his brother. Sam nodded and went back to watching the two in the living room.
Lyssaʼs POV
"So, whatʼre you doing here?" I asked, handing Matthew the glass of water he requested. "Like I said, I want to talk to you about your grades." he said. I sat on the arm of the couch, waiting for him to continue. I couldnʼt help but think he looked extremely different. He wasnʼt wearing his usual black slacks, button down shirt, and usually black tie. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked like a completely different man.
"I thought my grades were pretty good. I know theyʼre not perfect, but Iʼm not failing any of my classes." I said, trying to fill the silence that had fallen in the room. "Well, I may have lied." he said, setting his untouched water down on the end table in front of the couch. "I wanted to ask you a question. Well, not a question. More of a request." he said, hiding the smirk thatʼd formed on his lips.
"Okay." I said, starting to feel a little nervous now. "Well, weʼve been having a little trouble and I need your help. I choose you because thereʼs something about you that make you different than the others. I thought about Morgan, but she didnʼt seem like the right choice." he explained, moving closer to me in a stalkerish way. I tried to back up, but realized that the couch was behind me. "Right choice for what?" I asked nervously.
He smirked at me and placed his hand on my thigh, causing me to flinch. "We need help repopulating our race. There arenʼt many of us left and weʼve been having trouble finding the right mate to carry our offspring. We need women who are susceptible to our...genetics." he went on, dragging his hand higher up my thigh until it stopped at my waist. I swallowed hard and stared wide-eyed at him. Iʼd stopped listening after the word repopulate. My brain started working in overdrive.
I tried to move backwards, over the couch if I had to, but was stopped when he wrapped his other arm around my waist. "Donʼt struggle. Itʼll be much easier and less painful if you donʼt. I donʼt want to hurt you, Lee. Itʼll all be clear soon." he said, brushing a few strands of hair away with the hand thatʼd been resting on my hip. He moved said hand to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair, not roughly but enough to keep me from trying to escape, and tilted my head to the side.
I knew I should scream for help, but I couldnʼt find my voice. I was too terrified to do anything. My chest felt like it was constricting and my throat was suddenly drier than itʼd ever felt before. I tried pulling back, but his grip became tighter and I could feel he was stronger than the average man and it terrified me even more. He leaned forward and nuzzled my neck, causing me to squirm in his grasp.
"Calm down, sweetheart. The more you struggle, the more painful itʼll be for you." he said.
Third Person POV
Lyssa let out a slight whimper and tears began to form in her eyes when her licked her neck. Right at that moment, the front door was kicked in. Matthew didnʼt flinch or move away from Lyssa and kept his ground. "You boys shouldnʼt interfere in what you donʼt understand." he said, his voice dropping dangerously low. "We know exactly whatʼs going on. You should do the right thing and let her go." came a deep voice from the doorway.
Lyssa couldnʼt turn her head to see who it was, but she could swear sheʼd heard that voice somewhere before. There was a long pause before Matthew suddenly jerked away from Lyssa and hit the wall that was behind him. Lyssa slid down to the floor and her vision went blank, but she could here everything that was going on around her. "Big mistake, hotshot. Now Iʼm going to have to make things difficult." Matthew said. Then she heard something glass break and then then there was silence.
She felt someone kneel down next to her and she clenched her eyes shut, not wanting to see who it was. She was afraid it might be Matthew again, but was hoping it was whoever broke into the house. She never thought sheʼd be happy that someoneʼd broke into the house, but this time it was perfect timing. "Lyssa? Are you alright? Did he bite you?" came another familiar voice.
Lyssa slowly opened her eyes and saw the concerned face of Sam Winchester. Her eyes widened and the next this she knew, she was throwing her arms around his neck and letting the tears fall freely. "Hey, itʼs gonna be alright." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back in comforting circles. Sam looked up as Dean came down the stairs. "The kids are sleeping peacefully. Didnʼt seem to hear anything." he said, coming over to stand next to the two while Lyssa still had her face buried in Samʼs shirt.
After a few minutes of just letting everything flow, Lyssa finally got hold of herself and pried away from Sam. "You alright?" Dean asked, his face etched with concern. Lyssa nodded and tried to stand up, only to stumble. Luckily, Dean caught her arm and shifted her so that she landed on the couch. "Keep an eye on her. Iʼm gonna do a perimeter check. Make sure he isnʼt still around the house." Sam said, sending a concerned glance at Lyssa before heading out the back door.
"You sure youʼre alright? You look really pale." Dean asked, keeping his arm on herʼs in case she needed to move again. Lyssa nodded, knowing her voice would betray her and decided not to trust it. She let her head sag a little as she took deep breaths and tried to calm her breathing and heartbeat.
Sam came back a few minutes later and reported that there was no sign of Matthew anywhere. "We should take you home." Dean said, glancing up at Sam for conformation on the idea. "I canʼt just leave Kelly and Jason." she said so quietly that the boys werenʼt sure theyʼd heard her. Sam and Dean exchanged a look and had a silent agreement. "Alright, but youʼre not staying here alone. One of us will stay here with you. We donʼt want any repeats." Sam said.
Lyssa nodded and brought her legs up so she could hug them to her chest, resting her head on her knees and letting her eyes close and more tears fall.
The boys decided that Dean would stay with Lyssa while Sam took the Impala and drove around the neighborhood to see if Matthew was anywhere in sight. "What was he?" Lyssa asked softly, not moving from the position sheʼd been in for what felt like hours. Dean contemplated telling her the truth or just lying to her. Deciding it was better to tell her the truth, he pushed off the wall he was leaning on and walked over to sit next to her on the couch. "Heʼs whatʼs known as...a Mordetis. Theyʼre a very...rare race now and they...ʻpreyʼ on women whoʼre able to...bear their children." Dean explained, struggling with putting things delicately. That was more Sammyʼs area.
"What wouldʼve happened if heʼd bitten me?" she asked nervously, not too sure she wanted to know the answer. Dean ran a hand down his face and rested his elbows on his knees. "I donʼt really know how to explain it, but I can give you something that might help." he said, giving her a small smile when she glanced at him. Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out his dadʼs journal.
Once heʼd flipped to the page about Mordetis, he handed her the journal. Lyssa tentatively took the old journal and started to read. There wasnʼt too much on their race, but there was enough to know what Matthewʼd been trying to do and how he was going to do it. The section in the journal said that Mordetis were men and when they bit their chosen mate, they became impregnated with a Mordetis spawn. According to the section, Mordetis "sperm" was discharged into the bite wound.
Lyssa closed the journal and rested her head back on her knees. "I donʼt know how to thank you enough." she whispered, feeling more tears forming in her eyes. Dean was about to replay when Sam came through the front door, causing Lyssa to jump. "No sign of him anywhere." he said, shutting the front door and walking into the living room. "You guys better leave. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson will be back anytime now and I donʼt any of us to get into trouble." Lyssa said, standing up suddenly.
Dean stood up as well incase she started to swoon again, "I donʼt think you should be left alone."
"We can wait in the Impala and then follow her home. That way we can keep an eye on the house while sheʼs still here and then while sheʼs back home." Sam offered. Dean nodded and placed a calming hand on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "Weʼll be right outside if you need us."
Lyssa nodded and smiled halfheartedly, but sincerely at the brothers. "Alright." she said. Ten minutes later, Dean and Sam were sitting in the Impala when Mr. and Mrs. Johnson pulled into their driveway. "Whatʼs with the whole compassionate thing?" Sam asked, watching as Mr. Johnson helped his wife out of their SUV. "Whatʼd you mean?" Dean asked, resting his head on the headrest. "Youʼre not usually this caring about the people we help unless you want to sleep with them." he said, pausing before looking at his brother. "Youʼre not doing this just to get her into bed, are you?"
Dean couldnʼt help but smirk and then became serious. "Iʼm not doing this because I want to sleep with her, Sammy. Iʼm doing this because of a hunt dad and I went on while you were off at college. Dad and I didnʼt get there in time and the Mordetis had three women already ʻunder his controlʼ. It was terrible and I donʼt want to see that happen to anyone. Especially not someone as nice as her." Dean explained.
Sam stared at his brother and nodded. Now he understood. Even though he put on the whole "I only care about what happens to me" facade, but it was at times like these that you got to see the compassionate side of the older Winchester.
Both brothers looked up when they heard the Johnsonʼs front door open and Lyssa walked out. Dean started the Impala when Lyssa got into her Prius and backed out of the driveway.
Lyssa pulled up behind the mini van and shut the car off, listening as the rumble from the Impala died down. She knew sheʼd seen it before and she was right. At this point, she didnʼt really care that theyʼd been stalking her all day. She was just happy theyʼd intervened when they did. She jumped when there was a knock on the driverʼs side window and looked out to see Sam and Dean waiting for her to get out.
She grabbed her bag off the passenger seat and slid out of the driverʼs seat. "I donʼt think Iʼve thanked you guys enough." she said, crossing her arms in defense against the cold night air. "It was nothing, Lyssa. As long as youʼre not hurt or anything." Sam said, giving her a small smile. Lyssa hefted her bag higher onto her shoulder. "Why donʼt you two come in. My parents are asleep and the least I can do is give you guys a place to stay for helping me." she said.
Dean and Sam exchanged contemplating glances. Dean shrugged and looked back at Lyssa. "Sure. Why not? Itʼll be nice staying somewhere else than a dirty motel." he said, giving her a genuine smile. Lyssa smile back and started towards the house with Dean and Sam behind her. Reaching into her pocket, Lyssa got her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the front door. "Donʼt worry about my mom and dad, Iʼll just tell them that youʼre friends from school and needed a place to stay for the night." Lyssa said, opening the door and stepping inside the dark house.
Just as Dean and Sam were about to step in behind her, the door slammed shut in their faces and they were thrown across the lawn. Lyssa turned around and starred wideeyed at the door before trying to turn the handle and panicking when it wouldnʼt even move.
Lyssaʼs POV
I spun around when I heard something move in the living room. Grabbing the closest thing to me on the table next to the door, I cautiously went into the living room. Leaning against the fireplace was Matthew, holding a bread knife. "You know, I told you if you didnʼt struggle things wouldnʼt have had to end this way." he said, twirling the knife in hands. I gripped the object I grabbed tighter in my hand and aimed it at Matthew.
Looking at what I grabbed, I couldnʼt help but groan. "Really? A letter opener! Well, itʼs better than nothing." I said to myself and retook my aim. "I have a letter opener and Iʼm not afraid to use it!" I warned. Matthew laughed and pushed off the fireplace, stalking towards me. "I wouldnʼt do that, Lee." he warned, his voice low and threatening.
"Really? Why not?" I asked, refusing to lower the letter opener.
"Why donʼt you see for yourself what already happened when my motives were...interrupted." he said, motioning to the couch that was on the right side of the fireplace. It was too dark in the living room to see anything, but when Matthew snapped his fingers and the lights turned on, I screamed. I sunk to the floor and covered my mouth to stop the blood-curdling sound from coming out of my mouth while tears streamed from my eyes.
Sitting on the couch were Rachel, Russell, and John covered in their own blood. Even with my vision blurred with tears, I could see their eyes wide open and glazed over and they werenʼt breathing. I choked back another sob and clenched my eyes shut, but couldnʼt get the image of my family lying dead on our living room couch. "I can make it all go away, Lee. I can make all the pain go away." Matthew told me, kneeling next to me and brushing hair behind my ear.
I flinched away from and stood up as quickly as my body would allow. "Stay away from me you bastard!" I yelled through my tears as I backed up. Matthew got up and walked towards me. "Donʼt make the same mistake twice, Lyssa." he threatened, using my full name which made his threat a little more real to me. "Iʼll take out everyone youʼve ever cared about if you keep rejecting me. The rest of your family, your friends, and even the Winchesters." he said, coming closer with every threat, causing me to back up even further. "Mostly the Winchesters because they're getting in my way." he added. He stopped stalking towards me when my back hit the wall.
I let out a low curse and looked up at him. He gave me an evil grin and in less than a second had me pinned to the wall. Before I could scream, he clapped a hand over my mouth and leaned into me. "Iʼll make it all go away, Lee. All the pain, sadness, hurt. Itʼll all go away and youʼll feel so much better." he whispered to me while nuzzling my hair.
Third Person POV
"I canʼt get the damned door open!" Dean yelled, kicking it a couple of times before stopping for a moment to catch his breath. "The windows arenʼt breaking either. He doesnʼt want us in there." Sam said, coming back over to where Dean was standing in front of the front door. "We need to get in there, Sam. Iʼm not gonna let anything happen to her. I made a promise to myself." Dean said, kicking at the door again.
There was a short pause and just when Dean was about to kick the door again, there was loud sound that sounded like thunder and then there was blinding white light that began to shine through the windows of the house. The light seemed to get brighter and brighter and then went out just as fast as it formed. The door slowly opened and revealed a darkened house.
Dean and Sam exchanged confused looks before rushing into the house and into the living room. They paused out of shock at the scene before them. All three Marks were sitting on the couch with their throats slit and Lyssa was lying on the floor passed out with a pile of what looked like ashes not too far from her. Dean knelt beside her to take her pulse while Sam checked on the Marks.
"Dean, we have to get her out of here. If the police show up, sheʼll be their top suspect." Sam said, coming over and kneeling down next to Lyssa as well. "Weʼll take her to a motel. You drive her car and Iʼll take her in the Impala." Dean said, carefully hooking one arm under her neck and shoulders and the other under her knees. On their way out of the house, Sam grabbed Lyssaʼs keys off of the ground where theyʼd fallen.
Dean carefully place Lyssa in the backseat of the Impala and closed the door. Both brothers knew the most prominent question was what the hell had happened in that house while they were locked outside, but they knew they wouldnʼt get any answers till Lyssa woke up. From a quick look over, she looked completely fine. No cuts, bruises, or bite marks. Dean slid into the driverʼs seat of the Impala as Sam slid into Lyssaʼs Prius.
The motel they decided on was pretty much the same as every other theyʼd stayed at. The brothers received more than a few odd looks as they carried the unconscious girl into the motel and payed for a room. Once it the privacy of their room, Dean laid Lyssa down on one of the two beds. "Whatʼd you think happened?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
Sam took a deep breath and scratched the top of his head, giving Lyssa a contemplative look before looking back to his brother. "I have no idea. Iʼve never seen anything like that in all the time weʼve been hunting. It looked like Matthew had been disintegrated right in front of her. Thereʼs no plausible explanation for that, right?" Sam asked.
"I donʼt know, Sammy. Guess weʼll have to wait till she wakes up. You get the couch." Dean said, walking over and falling onto the second bed in the room. Sam gave his brother a questioning and baffled look. "Why do I get the couch?"
"Iʼm older." Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone with a shrug of his shoulders before throwing his arm over his face and did his best to try and get some sleep. Sam rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch and lying down. It wasnʼt as bad as heʼd thought it would be, but he wouldʼve preferred a bed. Not that he would ever consider sharing with Dean. With a shudder at the thought of having to share a bed with Dean, he maneuvered into a more comfortable position and fell asleep.
A/N: Please review! I'd love to know what you guys think, whether I should keep writing or not. Until next time!