Notes at the end...
Song for this chapter is Antidote by St. Vincent
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Eight months, that was how long it's been since Dean Winchester broke my fucking heart. Eight months, of brewing, of hunting, of death. It wasn't hard to get back into my old life, I stayed fit in my little...vacation. I didn't know it then but I always had that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, that Dean could never stay truly faithful. Five days after I became inhuman I left Bobby's, leaving behind any shred of my former self. I now stay in cheap motels and any cabins I stumbled across.
I was currently in Maine, hunting a small nest of about 6 vamps. I had just entered the abandoned warehouse when I could hear faint talking, and a voice that I hadn't heard in a very long time. I looked around the door frame and saw none other than Sam Winchester tied up in the center of the room. Two vampires were leaning against a pillar watching with their arms around eachother as what seemed to be their leader, was circling Sam. Four others were scattered around simply waiting, seven in total, easy.
I take a closer look and immediatly recognise the leader, Tiberius, I had originally encountered him in New York. Where he and the two love birds, Dali and Kellan, were amoung the highest ranks in the NY nest. Before I took most of the nest out five months ago at least. Those three were the only ones to escape out of the ten that were there. I had tracked them for a while but they went off the grid, it's pure luck that I found them now.
"No one's here to save you Sam, it's just us," the leader snarled. Sam looked positively fierce, but I could see that there was slight panic in his big brown eyes.
"Quit messing Tiberus, I'm starving!" The leader turned to the girl who spoke, Dali, a slight blonde wrapped in the arms of her mate, and hissed, "Patience, Dali, Patience. We have to wait for Dean, remember? He's the one we want."
Dali scoffed and snuggled closer to her mate, sending death glares at Sam and Tiberius
"Well you're out of luck, I haven't seen Dean in two years. He's not coming." Sam says, speaking for the first time since I came in the room.
"That's my boy," I whisper, I realize I spoke a little too loudly when the vamp closest to me turns and locks eyes with me. I know I have to do something quick but I don't quite know yet. I realized there was no viable plan that would ensure success so I did the next best thing, I winged it.
Just as the nameless monster stalked toward me I run up and and slice his head off with a sickening squelch. All eyes are on me, and next thing I know another vamp is on me, pinning me on the ground, I quick head butt him, giving me a window to reach up and take his head clean off.
I have to spit out some blood that falls into my mouth, and before I can roll him fully off me two more are running towards me, fangs beared but I quick dodge them by leaping off the wall behind me, decapitating them both with one swipe. Blood splatters across my face and my clothes but I couldn't care less, in fact I can feel myself smiling.
"Whose next?" I ask darkly. This is what I am now, I may as well be the same creatures I'm hunting, without the blood addiction of course. When I look up again I see Kellan stalking towards me, if looks could kill I'd be dead.
He looks as though he weighs double than myself, in pure muscle, but if I learned anything from being with Dean was that size didn't matter if you can get the upperhand. I met him halfway and went to swipe with my blade but instead he grabbed my arm mid swing, he brought his fist down hard in my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs. When I squirmed he chuckled, low and deep in my ear. Furiously and with brute arm strength I swung my body up and locked my thighs and around his neck, bringing him down with a quick jerk.
I rolled off him just as Dali grabbed me by my hair and dragged me backwards, her fangs an inch from my neck. I struggled for a second but she had already taken the time to bend my arm backwards with a sharp crack. I cry out for a second before Tiberius speaks.
"Stop!" the leader yelled. We both looked up and saw him yanking Sam's face to the side, exposing his neck. "Put the blade down or I'll kill him right now." I look at him and back to Sam, his eyes silently pleading. I slowly but begrudgingly put down my machete, ignoring the pain in my left shoulder.
"Go ahead, see if I care." I say when I stand back up. Tiberius is stunned for a moment before a warped smile forms on his face "I like you, we should keep her." he says to Dali, in the corner of my eye I see Dali's mate stand up, rubbing his head a little, I can't help the smirk on my face.
"Like hell you will," I snarl before I ram my elbow into Dali's stomach, causing her grip on me to falter slightly. I take this oppotunity to kick up my fallen machete and slide through her neck effortlessly. Before her head hits the floor I am running to Tiberius, using the arms on the side of the chair to leap over him and take his head off. Blood showers down on me as I land, warm and thick.
At this point I can tell meathead is furious so when he gets close enough to me I slide in between his legs, the blood on my clothes and skin causing me to glide effortlessly on the concrete. Before he realizes what happens I'm on my feet behind him and he's headless.
I stand for a moment, catching my breath and smiling at my handy work. My eyes land on Sam and see he's still tied up so I walk to him and make quick work of the ropes. He sits there, staring at me in what is that? Horror? Disgust? One of the two. Not waiting for any thanks or stuff of that nature I walk out of the warehouse and out onto the road. I hear Sam walk up behind me but I refuse to look back, I don't look back anymore.
"What the hell was that Aurora?" he asks, still trying to catch up to me. He grabs my arm and I immediatly take his hand and twist it around. I hear rather than see his yelp of pain and I release, turning around to face him. He's holding his hand, confusion written all over his face but I still have yet to apologize, and I don't think I will.
"Number one- Don't touch me again. Number two-that was me saving your ass." I snarl making my way back to my car once again. He runs back to me and steps in front of my door. "Get out of the way. Now" I say warningly, he simply plants his feet and crosses his arms. Fine, I can play to. I smile a quick smile at him then ram my foot into his shin, once he's doubled over I shove him away from my door and he lands with a loud thud.
"Don't mess with me, " I growl, kicking up some dust. I eventually I give him my hand and help him stand up. "Get in the car Sam," I say as I slide in the driver side, I almost miss him wince at my words, almost. I have always called him Sammy, only Sam when I was upset with him. Damn, Dean ruined that for me too.
He reluctantly gets in the passenger seat, pain and confusion still on his face. I refuse to acknowledge it, the old me would do that, but she had died the second she stepped into that apartment.
"Don't give me the puppy dog face Sammy, you know that only works on Dean." I say while staring at the road impassively. I try to sound human for Sam, he wasn't the one who did this to me. He visibly relaxes when he hears me use his pet name, but I can still tell he is confused.
I sigh, "Okay kid you got five minutes to ask whatever you want. Then your silent, got it?" he nods quickly and starts firing away, things like when did I learn to fight like that and how did I know where to find him, I answer as honest as possible but the last question catches me off guard. I should have seen it coming.
"What happened to make you like this?" he whispers. A quick intake of breath passes my lips, I look at him and see the curiousity burning in his eyes. He only wants to understand, you can give the kid that, my subconcious snarls.
"Your brother." I say darkly. With that I turn back to the road, making it clear his five minutes are up. Thankfully he doesn't ask again, but I can tell he still is confused.
Instead of dwelling on my past I decide to question him on his whereabouts for the past two years we hadn't seen eachother. He tells me that he's been hunting here and there, working at a bar in a town a state over. He then tells me how he had caught wind of the nest and decided to check it out. Just as he pulled up to the location they all jumped him and I knew the rest from there.
Instead of driving all the way to New Hampshire, I found the nearest motel and sent Sam inside to get us a room. I didn't think it'd be good for me to go in there, drenched in vampire blood. Once inside the musty room I set my duffel on the closest bed and had to fight the urge to collapse in bed right then and there, vamp juice and all.
"I call dibs on the shower first," I say to Sam as I walk past him and into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and nearly start laughing at myself, I look like I stepped out of a horror move. My hair is no longer blonde, but a dark shade of red, crisp to the touch, my black shirt is cut and drenched same as my jeans, and elmost every inch of my body is covered in blood.
"Not bad for a Friday," I say to myself. I try to rid myself of my clothes but when I get to my shirt I can't get it off. After all the adreneline left started to feel pain in my shoulder, I pulled down my shirt and inspected the bruise in the mirror.
It was about the size of a baseball, purple and a little swollen, I tested it a little and only got had a slight sharp tugging. I probably only sprained a muscle, other than another large bruise on my stomach I was fine, I've definitely been worse.
"Hey Sammy could you come help me," I call out through the door, a few seconds later he comes in, shutting the door once he's inside. "What's up?" he asks.
"I can't get my shirt off 'cause that vamp bitch got my shoulder," I say while turning my back to him. He slowly lifts up from the right corner, getting that arm out before I weasle my way out of the other arm, leaving me in just a sports bra.
"Thanks Sammy," I whisper with a tight smile, hoping that I look somewhat alive. He nods his head and returns the smile, as forced as I'm sure mine was.
"Anytime. And Aurora, I'm here for you, whatever you need." He says as he leaves, shutting the door behind him. I stand there for a minute before I finish undressing, then I'm stepping under the hot spray as fast as possible. The warm water immediatly working on soothing my aching muscles.
I don't understand how anyone couldn't love a shower. It was the only time that I actually had some peace, where I could collect my thoughts, relax and unwind. To me, showers were the closest thing to me being myself again. I had my own little bubble while I was in there, as if everything was back to normal. I wasn't in danger, Dean hadn't broken my heart, I wasn't a monster.
I thought back to the past few months, I became ruthless, killing anything that wasn't human. I nearly died a few times and had awoken in a hospital, luckily I always came in with fake ID's so right about now the Shewmake's were neck deep in medical billls. I should feel bad for that, but I don't.
I realize now that maybe I should stop blaming Dean, people cheat all the time. I'm not special, who knows how many people he slept with, but either way it could've been worse. It wasn't his fault I wasn't what he wanted, I wasn't what he needed. Nonetheless, I am where I am now, top of my game and physical abilities, I am unstoppable thanks to him. I'm not going to let Dean rule my life anymore, but that doesn't mean I'm changing back anytime soon.
Once the water had turned clear again and my fingernails were no longer caked in blood, I stepped out of the shower. It was always hard coming out of my head, but when has reality ever been easy. I throw my torn and bloody clothes into the garbage, not even bothering to try and salvage them, stepping out of the hot bathroom I go to my duffel and pull out my Led Zeppelin shirt, black sweatpants and my bra and panties. I quickly try and dress while Sam is in the bathroom, but only just slip on my undergarments when he comes out. I grab the blanket as fast as I can but not before he see's everything I'm trying to hide.
On almost every inch of my stomach are red angry scars from various run ins with different creatures, and even though I was strong, I wasn't as light as I am now, as he could see in my exposed and extended ribcage. I wasn't unhealthly skinny, but I would be soon if i continued like this. As well as losing myself I trained like crazy, but I also became reckless, I was on a dark path but I still couldn't bring myself to care. I wrapped the blanket tighter around my self, grabbed my clothes and pushed past him, putting the rest of my clothes on in the bathroom, away from prying eyes. While I'm in there I decide to brush my teeth and brush my hair up into a bun. I know Sam wasn't trying to see me practically naked, but he did, and I shouldn't care. I'm not human anymore, I don't feel. Or is Sam breaking down all the walls I so carefully built up? No, he can't, there's nothing left to break.
When I step back into the room I immediatly climb into my bed and close my eyes, praying for once I'll fall asleep when I want. Of course that doesn't happen and I'm left staring at Sam, who had fallen asleep when I was in the bathroom. His long brown hair had fallen in his eyes, his lips were slightly parted blowing the tuffs of hair across his mouth up and down. Every once in while a snore would escape and I found myself smiling, just a small one, but a real smile all the less. For once in what seemed like forever, I fell asleep smiling.
I entered the house quietly, trying not to alert the spirit to my presence. I turn around in the look into the darkened kitchen. And that's where I see him. Dean, and that blonde bimbo on her knees in front of him.
I stand stock still as I watch her suck him off, unable to move. No, I mean i literally can't move. I'm locked inside my own body, watching as yet again I'm betrayed by the only person I trusted. Suddenly my arm is coming out from it's place at my side, and then I realize, Dean is standing directly in my sights. I stare in horror as a shot goes off and he drops, blood pooling out of his forehead.
"Dean!" I cry out, I'm suddenly have charge over myself and I stumble over to his body, the bimbo gone and forgotten. "Oh Dean, please no, what did I do? Dean please, come back." I say, cradling his head in my lap. In an instant his eyes open and he rolls me over, pinning me once again, beneath his body.
"You did this!" he screams in my face "You killed all these innocent people!" He roughly grabs my chin and forces me to look up into the faces of every creature I've recently killed, right down to the 15 year old boy I had killed while trying to exorcise a demon in his body. 15 years old, he was only 15 years old when I stabbed him in his chest, I'm a murderer.
"You are the only monster here." Dean spits in my face. His weight is suddenly gone and through my tears I see I'm at my fathers old salvage yard. And there he is, standing over my body as shudders wrack through me.
"How could you Rory? I am so disgusted by you." he says down to me, dissappointment clear on his face.
"I'm sorry daddy, so sorry" I sob into the dirt. He simply kicks me onto my back then hoists me up by my elbow.
"I ain't your daddy. I only have two sons, Sam and Dean. I loved them way more than I ever loved you." I look up and there they are, laughing as the tears stream down my face. Soon my father joins them, then everyone does. All laughing at the poor pathetic excuse that I am.
"Aurora...Aurora..." they chant over and over again until I feel like my ears are bleeding. I start shaking uncontrollably...
"Aurora C'mon, wake up!" I startle awake as Sam continues shaking my shoulders. He stops when he see's I'm awake and I reach up and feel my cheeks are wet and my body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. Before I realize what I'm doing I wrap my arms around Sam's neck, holding him as close as possible. I start crying softly in his shirt as he holds me, gently rubbing my back, whispering softly in my ear. After I'm all cried out I scoot out of his arms a little and grab a tissue off the bedside dresser, noticing that it's only 3am.
"Thanks Sammy," I say softly, my voice still hoarse from crying. "I told you Aurora, anything" he says, brushing a stray hair out of my face, without realizing it I lean into his hand, still slightly tired. "You should try and go back to sleep." he says, hand still on my face.
"Okay," I whisper. Just as I'm getting comfartable under the covers Sam starts to get up, in a moment of panic I grab his hand, causing him to look down at me with concern.
"Will you sleep with me," I ask. His face immediatly softens and he climbs in behind me, pulling me flush against his chest. I turn my face into him as he wraps his arm around my waist its then that i notice he isn't wearing a shirt anymore, oh well. I feel myself slowly succumbing back to sleep as Sam presses a kiss to my head and I feel my body start to relax. Soon I am lulled back to sleep by Sam's evening breath and soft rise and fall of his chest, sleeping peacefully for the first time in a long while.
There it is, the second installment of the Heartless, for those who were wondering about Sam here he is, and as you can probably tell he plays an important role in Aurora's storyline. Please leave a review and tell me what you think!