Hello everyone! Here is a scene from a story I'm currently working on, this particular scene having been inspired by a strange dream I had. I know it doesn't explain a lot of what is happening and why it happened, but I'm slowly trying to put the pieces together so it can make sense. I have the plot, a bit of the beginning and a little bit of the end. I haven't written the climax yet, and I still need to connect what parts I have written down. Sometimes I'll come up with ways to connect them or add new parts that I come up with because my memory is not that great. I don't get very many inspirations for this story, so it's extremely rare when my mind just comes up with something good out of nowhere without warning. I hope anyone who takes interest in reading this enjoys it. If anyone feels that something can be further added to this, don't hesitate to tell me your ideas.
I still consider myself to be a novice writer at best due to being self-conscious and having very low self-esteem, but I'm more than happy with receiving constructive and helpful criticism to further better my writing skills (if I have any writing skills). Feel free to leave any constructive and helpful criticism to further help me write and hopefully complete this story if this story sounds interesting to you. I hope that you all have a wonderful day or a peaceful night. Thank you ^_^
Additional Info: Kara is an anthropomorphic smilodon, just for clarification.
"What are you doing to me?" Dean questioned as he glared at Kara with hatred.
Kara ignored the glare as she continued on with what she was doing due to being stuck in a deep trance state, speaking incoherently while keeping the dagger embedded in the hunter's chest as she unsheathed her sword, grabbing the blade with her draconic hand before tightening her grip, feeling the sharp double-edged sword cut through the tough skin as her blood began to run down the blade. She then quickly moved the end of her sword over Dean's bleeding chest, watching as her blood steadily dripped onto the dagger and trickled down into his wound, in which he began to panic as he tried to move away but couldn't do so due to the unbearable pain he was in.
"Nunc es plena potestate, corpore, anima, spiritu meo, Decani Wintoniensis." She muttered, her eyes having become pure red while she did so as they rolled into the back of her head.
Mark could do nothing to help as he watched on in silence, hoping that Kara knew what she was doing even though he had no idea of what the hell she was doing anyways. Once Kara felt that enough of her blood was inside Dean, she sheathed her sword and in one swift movement removed the dagger from Dean's chest, receiving a very loud cry of pain from the hunter as a result. Without hesitation, Kara covered Dean's mouth with her still bleeding hand, forcing him to drink her blood until she removed her hand from his now blood covered mouth.
"You bitch!" Dean shouted angrily at Kara, coughing violently while trying to spit out the blood that he had been forced to swallow.
"Was that necessary?!" Mark exclaimed in a mix of confusion and anger, starting to doubt that Kara's questionable ways of healing were doing the exact opposite. "I'm pretty sure that's not how you help someone who's literally bleeding out!"
As her eyes returned to their normal dark purple color, Kara shook her head just slightly, gripping the side of her head with her right paw while she felt a painful throbbing sensation. She took the time to take a look at Dean, noticing the blackened colored blood smeared around his mouth along with more of it being mixed in with on the hunter's chest wound. Kara let out a snarl as she looked at Mark with a clear look of frustration on her face. "It wasn't me. I wasn't in control. It made me do this!" She said furiously, stabbing her dragon arm with the dagger several times out of pure rage. "It called me weak and pathetic! Nothing more than a vessel for it to control!" Any pain at this point was nonexistent to Kara as she slammed the blade through her hand repeatedly, shouting in anger as she did so.
The warrior's sudden and violent outburst had startled Mark so much that he instinctively backed away from Kara, having never seen her become so violent and purposely hurt herself to such a degree as she had just done. He wanted to apologize, but decided against it, being afraid of triggering her into hurting him should she choose to lash out as a reaction. He felt some sympathy for her situation, unable to imagine what it would feel like to lose control while a powerful supernatural entity could simply take over without warning.
Averting his attention and focus to Dean, Mark moved over to the injured hunter and knelt down to see if there was anything he could do to help him. "Just stay awake, Dean. You're going to be okay." Mark said as he carefully removed the hunter's jacket and gently placed it over the open wound, putting pressure on it to prevent Dean from bleeding out any further.
Closing his eyes as he let out a grunt of pain from the pressure being applied to his chest, Dean struggled to stay awake since the dagger had managed to pierce his heart, feeling it pumping rapidly within his chest as he felt the want to pass out. Mark couldn't think of anything else to do other than to keep applying pressure to the wound, feeling the blood already soaking through the jacket as he looked at Kara. "I'm sorry for whatever the hell was controlling you, but I need your help right now or Dean is going to die!" He said in clear urgency.
Kara had finally ceased stabbing her left hand, still feeling furious over what happened to her before Mark's voice jarred her out of her thoughts. She glanced at him and Dean, seeing how pale he had become from losing so much blood, but instead of doing something to help she just shook her head and stood up suddenly, turning her back to the humans and running off as her arm left a trail of blood behind her. Mark could only sit there in disbelief as he watched Kara run off, leaving him and Dean alone with no protection should they happen to be attacked, feeling his own rage building up rather quickly as he began to curse and shout out loud in anger. He hadn't felt this much rage since playing 'I Am Bread' and 'Getting Over It', but those were only rage inducing games while the situation he was in was real with no option to quit playing.
"God damnit, god damnit, god damnit!" Mark shouted, muttering every curse word he could think of. "It'll be okay. Everything will be okay," He was saying it more to Dean than just himself. "Just stay awake and you'll be okay."
Dean suddenly let out another pitiful cry of anguish as he felt a new pain rush through his body, as though his blood had been set on fire and was now burning him alive from the inside out. He resisted the urge to move, digging his fingers into the ground as he started to scream at the top of his lungs, the pain becoming nearly unbearable to where he wanted nothing more than to die just to end the pain. However, the pain suddenly stopped as fast as it had started, allowing Dean to feel a wave of relief in return as he closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths while doing so.