A/N – This is going to be a bit of an odd chapter, because I had to find a way to make it work in the rest of the first person narrative and make sense, when the main character is too busy being tied to her bed to know what was happening.
I was surprised not even a half an hour later, to hear someone nearly banging my door down. At this point, I was a bit hung over and a little confused as to why Sam and Dean would knock when they both knew very well I was tied up. It wasn't until I heard Ninja's angry bark that I realized something may be terribly wrong. I started to strain against my bonds and struggle when I heard a sound that I found out later was the back door breaking in.
I didn't witness ANY of these events first hand, so I only have Sam and Dean's word to go by, but from what they tell me, they were a couple blocks away when they noticed that Ninja was in the car. Sam said it was Dean's idea to come back so I wasn't completely vulnerable, all trussed up as I was. Dean said that was not his reasoning at all, he just didn't want my dog messing up his leather interior. I didn't care what the reason was, because the dog being brought home is what allowed Sam and Dean to notice the remaining vampires from the nest (well, all but the very oldest) breaking in to my house. It was squicky to think of how easy it was for them to get in, and it made me wish that I had taken some more "preventative measures" regarding my ex.
Anyways, the boys said that they'd killed all but one, and he was tied up on the floor in the kitchen, yelling like a mad man. I was stilled tied up, and glad for the end of the story, because it brought Dean leaning over me to unbind my hands. I have to admit, it brought a thrill. My wrists were raw from struggling, and he rubbed them each a bit before moving to my legs. As he worked, he talked.
"That last vamp is really nuts. He keeps talking about this 'Olivia' chick. 'Don't tell Olivia, please.' 'She'll kill me,' that sort of thing."
I blanched. There was one detail I had escaped providing the guys.
It was my name.
Olivia.
As soon as Dean finished my legs I rushed in to the kitchen, where Sam was guarding their prisoner. As soon as the tied up vamp saw me, his babbling increased in pitch and volume. "Olivia, I swear I came to make sure they didn't kill you. I promise. I am on your side. I didn't break my promise. You are safe. I swear, please don't let them kill me, you know you can trust me!" I held up a hand to silence them.
I looked to Sam to confirm my ex's story. He looked sad as he shook his head. So. He was a cheat and a liar. I should have known that.
"I can trust you? Don't insult my intelligence. You are a douche bag. The deal is off." He started sobbing. It was pathetic and grating and for Christ sakes, if anyone was crying, shouldn't it be me?
"You know this ass hat?" Dean was behind me in the doorway. It was reassuring to feel him behind my shoulder, so close I could smell the soap and leather.
"Yeah. Dean, Sam, this is… WAS my boyfriend. Before he was turned. By a whore. He must have been screwing her behind my back for a while. I walked in on him feeding off some poor girl with a vamp skank. She attacked me, I killed her, but I let him go. He promised he wouldn't kill anyone again. I trusted him, and let him take the girl. I have to assume she's dead, and it's because I couldn't kill him." I took a deep breath. "Forgive me for rambling. Sam, be a dear, and grab my axe, if you would."
I knew that my face was stony. I knew my voice must have been ice cold. I also knew what I had to do, and the fact that the man I trusted the most in the world could cry like a bitch on the floor while I had to stand up, move forward, and be strong really made it hard to think about anything other than causing damage to something. Anything. Sam handed me the axe, and they both backed up a bit as I raised it over my head. My arms were shaking. I couldn't catch my breath. The ghost of the man I loved looked up at me and begged for his un-life. With a roar, I brought the axe down hard and fast…
And buried it in the linoleum, inches in front of his face. "If I kill him, it wouldn't be because he's a vampire. It'd be because he hurt me. I'd say if it's this personal, it counts as murder, monster or not." I exhaled, still shaking, and turned to Dean. "You're right. I'm weak. If you had taken me and I'd seen him…" I shook my head and walked back through the dining room and living room to my bed room, holding on to Ninja so he didn't go investigating what was happening to the man who had been all I had left to live for, not three weeks ago. When I heard the axe come down, I flinched and buried my face in Ninja's side to hide a loud sob.
Mary Jane, my dear, you are wonderful! I'm so glad you stumbled upon this. I promise that a smutty time will be had by all! I hope the slow burn is good :)
a/n- I fixed the tense problems from Chapter one and revised all four chapters a bit. Nothing I did really changed the story, but I found a couple inconsistencies that needed fixed and cleared up some phrasing.