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07 October 2008 @ 08:52 pm
 
 
mystical_blaise
28 September 2008 @ 07:58 pm




Chapter 7: In The Light

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show “Supernatural.” Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith’s “Nightworld” and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction takes place right after “Road Kill,” (approx. end of Feb. '06). This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

 Abby sat up in bed with a start.

‘It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.’

But it wasn’t just a dream. Her brother was dead. She had almost attacked Sam. It all really happened. And to make matters worse, Dean wasn’t in bed. He left. He left like everyone else she ever cared about. He didn’t care about her as a person; he only wanted her body.

She was done. Done trying to live through the pain. Done trying to live alone.

She tried, she really did. For one whole year she tried to dig herself out of the black hole that was left of her life. But like a quicksand pit, the more she struggled, the more she was consumed.

With soft footsteps, she crept from her room, still clad in her thin white shift. As she past Dean’s door, part of her screamed to run to him, to give him one more chance to save her. Give her a reason to live. But it was too late for who could love someone so damaged.

Besides, he lost that chance that morning when he left her when she needed someone the most.

She walked past his room in a haze, heading towards the balcony of her house. Silently, she opened the sliding glass doors to look onto the ocean. The sea sounded its rhythm as the waves rolled in and out. The sound was soothing. It reminded her of simpler times when she and James used to run in the surf, back when they were young, carefree, and in the care of their parents. Before they died. Before he died. She held her chest, afraid that it might burst from the pain.

She thought coming to St. Augustine might heal her wounds and remind her of happy times and make her forget. She never intended it to make her remember so vividly and fill her full of regret. All hope was lost.

She could see the spot where their old house used to stand before it burned to the earth. It was hallowed ground; the place where her parents laid to rest. She didn’t dare approach it, for fear of their ghosts’ disappointment. But then she remembered, vampires didn’t cross over. Her kind didn’t have souls. Her kind just ceased to exist.

She remembered when she was ten and she asked James that same question after hearing some humans talk about eternal life.

“I thought we have eternal life, Jamie…how can humans?”

“Mother says that when humans die, they believe they’ll go to Heaven or Hell depending on how good they were here on Earth.”

“Who says they’re good?”

“I don’t know. Many people have different ideas on who or what it is. Most think it’s God. But they decide based on souls,” he shrugged, seemingly uninterested in his sister’s prodding.

“Do we have a soul, Jamie,” she had asked with all seriousness.

He smiled that same reassuring smile to her, like he would for hundreds of years after. “Of course, Abigail. As long as we do good, we have a soul.”

Oh how she wished she could believe him now when she was on the brink. Now, she knew the truth. The answer was no.

She hadn’t eaten in almost a week, just in case she planned to actually go through with it. If she were to face the fire, she wanted it to be quick.

So Abby waited as the sky turned from black, to navy, to blue, to light blue. Then the white line of the sun rising over the horizon came into view.

She stayed in the shadows of the porch, contemplating her choice…but was there really one to make? She fumbled to find the clasp on her bracelet. The metal clinked on the hard concrete of the balcony below.

Frightened, she walked further across the patio, the light creeping ever closer. She sighed deeply and stuck her arm out into the light. The pain tore through her whole being yet she couldn’t pull away. She wanted to feel this agony. She wanted it to burn hers away.

‘I’m sorry, James,’ she thought, tears streaming down, as she took a step towards the sun.

Abby sat up in bed with a start.

‘It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream.’

But it wasn’t just a dream. Her brother was dead. She had almost attacked Sam. It all really happened. And to make matters worse, Dean wasn’t in bed. He left. He left like everyone else she ever cared about. He didn’t care about her as a person; he only wanted her body.

She was done. Done trying to live through the pain. Done trying to live alone.

She tried, she really did. For one whole year she tried to dig herself out of the black hole that was left of her life. But like a quicksand pit, the more she struggled, the more she was consumed.

With soft footsteps, she crept from her room, still clad in her thin white shift. As she past Dean’s door, part of her screamed to run to him, to give him one more chance to save her. Give her a reason to live. But it was too late for who could love someone so damaged.

Besides, he lost that chance that morning when he left her when she needed someone the most.

She walked past his room in a haze, heading towards the balcony of her house. Silently, she opened the sliding glass doors to look onto the ocean. The sea sounded its rhythm as the waves rolled in and out. The sound was soothing. It reminded her of simpler times when she and James used to run in the surf, back when they were young, carefree, and in the care of their parents. Before they died. Before he died. She held her chest, afraid that it might burst from the pain.

She thought coming to St. Augustine might heal her wounds and remind her of happy times and make her forget. She never intended it to make her remember so vividly and fill her full of regret. All hope was lost.

She could see the spot where their old house used to stand before it burned to the earth. It was hallowed ground; the place where her parents laid to rest. She didn’t dare approach it, for fear of their ghosts’ disappointment. But then she remembered, vampires didn’t cross over. Her kind didn’t have souls. Her kind just ceased to exist.

She remembered when she was ten and she asked James that same question after hearing some humans talk about eternal life.

“I thought we have eternal life, Jamie…how can humans?”

“Mother says that when humans die, they believe they’ll go to Heaven or Hell depending on how good they were here on Earth.”

“Who says they’re good?”

“I don’t know. Many people have different ideas on who or what it is. Most think it’s God. But they decide based on souls,” he shrugged, seemingly uninterested in his sister’s prodding.

“Do we have a soul, Jamie,” she had asked with all seriousness.

He smiled that same reassuring smile to her, like he would for hundreds of years after. “Of course, Abigail. As long as we do good, we have a soul.”

Oh how she wished she could believe him now when she was on the brink. Now, she knew the truth. The answer was no.

She hadn’t eaten in almost a week, just in case she planned to actually go through with it. If she were to face the fire, she wanted it to be quick.

So Abby waited as the sky turned from black, to navy, to blue, to light blue. Then the white line of the sun rising over the horizon came into view.

She stayed in the shadows of the porch, contemplating her choice…but was there really one to make? She fumbled to find the clasp on her bracelet. The metal clinked on the hard concrete of the balcony below.

Frightened, she walked further across the patio, the light creeping ever closer. She sighed deeply and stuck her arm out into the light. The pain tore through her whole being yet she couldn’t pull away. She wanted to feel this agony. She wanted it to burn hers away.

‘I’m sorry, James,’ she thought, tears streaming down, as she took a step towards the sun.

 
 
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mystical_blaise
28 September 2008 @ 07:57 pm




Chapter 5: Rollin' and Tumblin'

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show “Supernatural.” Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith’s “Nightworld” and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction takes place right after “Road Kill,” (approx. end of Feb. '06). This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

All three turned simultaneously and ran in the darkness towards the house. Dean blinked as Abby blurred by them and picked the door locks open first. She raced up the stairs with the boys at her heels.

“Fourth floor,” she whispered down to the them.

They raced up the final flight, only to find a young blonde woman lying face down on the wood floor.

“Shit,” Dean said as he ran over to her. He rolled her over and found clearly defined finger marks around her neck. Her youthful face was blue and she was clearly not breathing. Dead.

“Well that’s a new one,” Sam said, standing over Dean looking at the body. “Strangulation? What spirit can do that?”

Dean heard his brother but he was too busy staring at Abby to acknowledge. She stood in front of an antique mirror, playing with her hair. Something strange was happening. Her face seemed different in some way and she was humming some sort of music. Dean didn’t recognize the tune. It seemed to be something very old and reminded him of something that would be played during church.

“Abby,” Dean whispered and she didn’t seem to notice.

She slowly paced decisively around the room. Her fingers played with an invisible necklace, twisting and twirling it back and forth. Her glazed over eyes and face took on a look of realization.

“You’re late,” she said with an unfamiliar accent, her voice resonating a different timbre. “Where were you?”

Her eyes widen in anger and she scowled.

“You were with HER weren’t you?!”

She backed away, her hands held out in front of her creating a barrier.

“Get out of here,“ she yelled across the room. Dean and Sam turned to look in the direction of her screams but there was nothing there.

“I said get out,“ she yelled again, pointing towards the doorway. She eyed her transparent opponent with rage.

“How could you,“ she said with tears welled in her eyes. She slapped the empty space in front of her. “Fine,“ she said. “If you’re not leaving, I will!“ She gathered her invisible skirt and headed through the open door towards the stairs. As she reached the staircase, she spun suddenly back towards the room.

How could you do this to me? How could you do this to our family,” she howled. She pressed her arms out to force back her invisible attacker. “No, let me go,” she screeched. Her body started to shake violently as if grabbed forcefully by someone. Her face twisted to the left powerfully as if slapped. All of a sudden, her hands were at her throat, seemingly trying to pry hands away.

Sam and Dean approached her on the top landing as she struggled. Suddenly, her body was forced backwards. The boys ran towards the stairs as her body hit every step, twisting and turning in horrific angles. Abby leaned against the wall in a heap on the third floor landing. She slid down slightly, revealing a bloody streak on the wallpaper.

“Abby! Abby are you ok,” Sam asked, lifting her chin. Her head slumped down.

“Let’s get her home,” Dean said as he cradled her limp figure. As he began to lift her, dark eyes fluttered open.

“Abby, are you alright,” Dean questioned as he looked down at her with concern.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure what just happened.”

“We should get out of here before the cops get here,” Dean spoke to Sam. Sam nodded in response and returned upstairs to wipe away any of their prints. Dean carried Abby down the stairs.

As they reached the front entryway, Abby wiggled in his grasp.

“Put me down. I can walk,” she said.

“Sure you can.”

Dean.

“Fine,” he said as he set her down. She walked about four feet to the car before she started to weave.

Dean ran to her side, holding her tight to him as they walked.

“Yeah, you walked just fine,” he joked as he helped her into the passenger seat.

“Shut up,” she said as she reclined the seat all the way back. Dean just chuckled and shook his head. He took his place in the driver seat and watched as Sam raced out of the building and into the Impala. They took off before Sam even had his seatbelt on.

“I think we’re all clear,” Sam stated, explaining that no one else seemed to be in the building and the body wouldn’t be found until morning. “How are you,” he laughed at Abby, who was fully reclined back in the seat with her head on level with the back.

“Oh just peachy,” she said sarcastically.

“So, what happened back there,” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, Sam. Once I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”
 

 
 
mystical_blaise
28 September 2008 @ 07:56 pm




Chapter 4: Night Prowler

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show “Supernatural.” Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith’s “Nightworld” and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction takes place right after “Road Kill,” (approx. end of Feb. '06). This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

Abby took the boys on a tour of the city, focusing her efforts on the city’s hidden treasures. She did, however, want to show them a very popular tourist attraction, the fort Castillo de San Marcos. Plus, she figured it would actually be a spot Dean would appreciate.

She found herself marveling at the citadel. It was a good twenty years older than herself and had seen it’s share of battles, nationalities, and piracy. And to think, it was only made of coquina; a limestone like mixture of sand and crushed shell. It was made of tiny, fragile pieces, yet it had managed to stand the test of time. Abby wondered what she could do to make herself more like that.

“And this,” she said, loosing her thoughts. “Is the dungeon.”

“So I’m guessing a lot of people were held captive here,” Sam said. “You know, any of these could be a vengeful spirit.”

“Could be,” Dean said as he leaned against a facing wall, rubbing his arms. “It’s pretty frickin cold in here for having no A/C and it’s as hot as hell outside.”

Abby laughed. “You want an example of a resentful spirit? One of the commanders of this fort went crazy once; he found out his wife was having an affair. So…he walled her and her boy toy up alive behind a wall.”

“Woah, woah. He just sealed her and the dude she was boinking in here?”

“Actually…they found the two skeletons chained up right where you’re leaning.”

Dean jumped away from the stone, causing Abby and Sam to roll with laughter.

“Ha. Ha. Very fucking funny,” Dean sulked.

“Come on,” Abby chuckled. “I’ll show you the rest of the town. But you know guys, it’s going to be hard to just narrow this down to one vengeful spirit. This whole city is literally crawling with ghosts.”


Abby led them down the same streets they had earlier, but Sam had to admit it was useful having her as a guide. She knew so many stories from the city’s past and it seemed like she had information about every single building in town.

“What about that one,” Sam said as he pointed to an old tavern bar with the upper floors designated as a hotel.

She paused suddenly, her eyes refusing to look at the building. Her face suddenly sank and she turned away. Dean approached her, putting an arm around her shoulders and led her away. The realization hit Sam where they must be. He recalled the story Dean had told him about Abby’s past and the reason how she was frozen seventeen. The traumatic event with her ex-lover had taken place in a hotel above a tavern. It was this same building. Sam ran to catch up to them.

She turned to him, shrugging Dean’s arm off her shoulder.

“Sorry guys. That place usually doesn’t get me that much anymore. I don’t know…it just feels different today.”

“It’s ok, Abby,” Sam said while giving her a crooked, reassuring grin.

“Well, we still have an hour till nightfall,” Dean said, glancing down at his watch.

“Let’s go to dinner. My treat,” she smiled.

Abby led them down the dusk lit streets to her favorite restaurant. She claimed she had gone there for years and Sam could believe it considering it had been around since 1905. The interior was reminiscent of an old-style Spanish villa, even with a working fountain in the center. The restaurant was definitely nicer than the diners they were most accustomed to.

They were seated on the second floor next to the balcony. Sam glanced over his menu and could see Dean start to sweat.

“What, no burgers? No pizza,” Dean asked, tossing the menu down on the table.

“You should be more cultured, Dean Winchester,” Abby smirked. “Look, I’ll help you out…”

Abby read the Spanish words in the Cuban-based menu impeccably and tried to explain to Dean what was what. Like a child, he gave her a dirty look.

“Maybe I’ll just order from the kid’s menu. They have chicken fingers.”

“Dean,” Sam laughed. “It says for age ten and under only. Good luck.”

“Are you ready to order,” their waiter asked.

“Yes, sir. No food for me but I’ll have a Café con Leche. And HE’ll,” she said as she pointed to Dean, “have the Filet Mingon.”

Sam laughed at the look on Dean’s face as she ordered for him. He turned to Sam stunned, causing the younger Winchester to chuckle even harder.

“I’ll have the Arroz Con Pollo,” Sam said, handing the young man his menu.

Dean continued to stare daggers into Abby. She turned to him, shaking her head and giving him a half smile.

“Oh for Pete’s sakes! I picked the one thing on the ADULT menu you’d eat, so shut up!”

Sam couldn’t help but spit out the water he was drinking.


“I’m so full I could fucking burst,” Dean said as they walked to stake out the apartments.

“I told you it was good.”

“Well, how did I know you knew? You don’t eat real food,” Dean smirked.

“Well, what do you think YOU taste like after eating that steak,” she sinisterly smiled, playfully snapping in his direction.

He only hoped that was a joke. They turned a corner to see the building dimly lit by candled street lights. Nice lighting for atmosphere but not really cool for ghost hunting. They found a porch across the street from the house where they could sit and wait.

Dean hadn’t realized just how much Abby was ready for the hunt. She couldn’t sit still as they hunkered down behind a half stone wall. He wondered why she was so jumpy. Was she just hyped up for her first hunt? He only hoped it wasn’t the scenario going on in the back of his mind; that she was going to run in and pounce any minute. What would he do if she really was the killer?

Suddenly, a scream cut through the still night.
 

 
 
mystical_blaise




Chapter 3: Down By The Seaside

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show “Supernatural.” Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith’s “Nightworld” and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction takes place right after “Road Kill,” (approx. end of Feb. '06). This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

It didn’t take Dean long to find the black Porsche in a driveway. They parked across the street from a traditional styled beach house. It was your typical rich person summer home; all white, on stilts in case of flooding, and had a perfect view of the beach.

They climbed the many stairs until they reached front door. Dean laughed at the fact that she didn’t have a welcome mat. He rapped on the door with the back of his hand. They waited for a few moments until they heard various locks and chains being undone. The door slowly swung open and he couldn’t help but take a deep breathe.

Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail and she was clad only in a black bikini. She grabbed a sarong and tied it around her waist. He really wish she wouldn’t have done that. Her eyes looked down embarrassed, as though her body wasn’t something he hadn’t already seen.

“Dean. Sam. This is certainly a surprise,” she said as she gestured them into the house. “Please, come in.”

Dean pushed through first and noticed that the house was different from her apartment. It was very neutral; lots of white, teal, blues and sandy colors. It reflected the beach out of the huge sliding glass doors at the back of the room.

“Nice place,” Dean said as he walked around to get a better idea of the layout.

He turned to see Sam talking with Abby.

“How are you,” his brother asked sympathetically.

“I’m doing good, Sam. How ‘bout you?”

Sam laughed. “Oh…probably could be better.”

She chuckled with him before reaching up to give him a hug. Dean felt a slight twinge of jealousy at that, which really was dumb. Why should he feel jealous of Sam?

“Please sit down,” she motioned to the white couch. “Can I get you guys anything?

“Nah, we’re cool,” Dean muttered, while leaning back into the comfy sofa.

She took a seat in the chaise lounge in front of them. He couldn’t help but start thinking dirty thoughts at the way her legs draped over the side of the chair. She gave him a smile and just shook her head.

“So, what brings you guys to my hometown?”

“A case,” Sam started. “At the Kings Inn.”

“Ah. The killings.”

“You know about them,” Dean asked, sitting forward for more focus.

“Sure, who doesn’t? Not everyday that there is a serial killer in town. At least, that’s what they’re saying.”

She fiddled with her skirt, refusing to meet their gaze. It was suspicious.

“So, what are your theories,” Dean asked out of curiosity.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. Dean couldn’t help but point out that she was acting very different than she did in Chicago. Was that because of her brother’s death or was it because of something else?

“So,” Dean started. “They said that a couple of the girls were drained of blood.”

She eyed him defensively in response, obviously knowing what he was getting at.
“Yeah, SO.”

“Dean,” Sam warned.

“No, Sam, I got this. You don’t know anything about that?”

She growled from deep within, her eyes growing blacker by the second.
“You came all this way to accuse me of murder,” she spat. “No, Dean…I don’t know anything about the deaths.”

‘Did you do it?’

She stood up abruptly, angered by his thought.
“NO!”

But then her face changed. She was infuriated but also sad. For the briefest moment, she looked like she was in utter despair before composing herself. She sat down again, still refusing to meet his eyes.

“No. I don’t know anything about it,” she said stoically.

Dean put a hand to his head, obviously doing more harm than good, before turning to Sammy and letting him take the reigns.


“So why come back here,” Sam asked, trying to earn back her trust. He asked her about her move from the nest to her old city. What she was up to and what she was planning on doing in the future. So far, she seemed more comfortable and willing to talk. Abby couldn't remember much from her first months at the nest. Eventually, the fog began to lift and she wanted to go back out and fight. However, the Lenore and the rest of the nest thought she was still too unstable. So, Abby found herself packing her bags and leaving to get better. She explained how she bought the house and liked to walk around the beach, enjoying the peacefulness. But Sam wondered if the real reason she choose St. Augustine was to be closer to her brother, her family…her old life.

“So this case,” she started. “What do you guys think of it?”

“I don’t know…ghost maybe?”

“Could be,” she nodded. “Mind if I tag along with you guys tonight? I’ve been dying to get back to hunting. And I’m sure I can help; I mean, if I saw this place, maybe something about it would ring a bell.”

Dean shook his head no, but Sam said that she could. She smiled at him and looked more excited than she had since they first arrived.

“Sounds fantastic!”

Sam was surprised at her enthusiasm when this case would most likely result in the deaths of more people before it was solved.

She stood and stretched from her spot on the chaise. She smiled back at the boys, but then it faded into a slight frown.

“Listen, Sam…I’m sorry I…”
Sam smiled at her, putting his hands up to stop her apology. There was no reason for her to say she was sorry.

“Well, I’m glad you guys are here even though the circumstances that brought you…well they rather suck,” she laughed.

Dean got up and stretched out before turning back to Abby.

“Listen, we better get going. We have a long night and we need to…”

“Sleep,” she asked. “May I ask where you’re staying?”

“Some dump on the island,” Sam sighed. “With a lovely view, right Dean?”

Abby chuckled at the image of the beach Sam had in his head.

“Hey, guys. Why not stay here? I have plenty of room…and you’re not imposing, Sam. Honestly, it would be nice to have some people around. Plus, I have a private stretch of beach,” she smiled.

Sam turned to Dean who had a look of deliberation on his face. Finally, after several long minutes, Dean sighed and gave in.

“Fine. And thanks. We’ll just go check out of the shit hole and pick up our stuff.”

“Great,” she said enthusiastically. “And after you get some rest, I’ll show you around town. There could be some ghost stories in the area related to that house if it is indeed a ghost. Maybe we can make a connection.”

As they left for the hotel, Sam turned back to take one more look at Abby. Her enthusiasm seemed genuine, but there was something else behind her smile. If only he could put his finger on it.
 

 
 
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mystical_blaise



Chapter 2: Street Action

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show “Supernatural.” Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith’s “Nightworld” and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction takes place right after “Road Kill,” (approx. end of Feb. '06). This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

“Well thank you for your time,” Officer Tyler said as he showed himself and Officer Perry out the door.

They walked back to the car in silence, hoping not to ruin their disguise.

“Well, what do ya think,” Dean asked Sam as he took off his fake badge and tie.

“From what her parents said, she wasn’t suicidal. She was going to Flagler College, had a boyfriend, happy…why would she drown herself?”

Dean shrugged. “I don’t know man, shit happens. Maybe none of this is related.”

Sam thought hard. No, it had to be related. He had a vision telling him something was wrong and someone was going to die in St. Augustine. A young girl with red hair. He had to save her.

“I still think it’s something Dean. We need to go into town. Maybe get our hands on some town records for original owners. Or maybe the house was built on an Indian burial ground or something.”

“Sure Sammy, we can go,” Dean said as he parked near St. George St., finding the aged roads too narrow to drive the Impala. “I guess we’re walkin’.” He held his hand out for parking meter change. Sam rolled his eyes as he fished through his pockets and handed him what he found.

The brothers walked down the cobblestone lanes of St. Augustine. They past the typical tourist attraction, such as the oldest school house and the oldest jail in the U.S. Sam was enthralled with the history, but Dean just looked bored. That is, until he saw a store that made their own ice cream from scratch. He told Sam to meet him back at the ice cream shop after he looked into the records.

Sam walked another quarter of a mile before he found the hall of records. He asked the nice elderly lady inside for records on the Kings Inn and she gladly provided them. What Sam found was not exactly helpful. Not only was the house built on old Native American land, but it had switched hands over 50 times. The address was filled with death: a woman and her children found murdered, Civil War soldiers died from their wounds, sick children died during the pandemic. There were so many deaths, he couldn’t keep the stories straight. It was no wonder the house was experiencing activity.

After making copies of the documents he felt were useful, Sam made his way back to Dean. He sat down in the shade next to his brother and explained his findings as Dean continuously slurped his triple chocolate ice cream cone.

“Seriously, best ice cream ever.”

“Are you even listening to me,” Sam asked, eyeing him annoyingly.

“Yeah, yeah…house of death. Got it. So what do you wanna do,” he slurred, as a little chocolate dribbled down his chin.

‘Get you a bib,’ he thought amused.
“I ran by the house and it looks like people are being allowed back in. We should probably check it out tonight.”

Dean nodded in agreement before eating the end of the cone.
“Sounds good. Not like we’re missing any beach action anyway.”

They started to walk back to the car, headed to the hotel to get some sleep before their stakeout.

Sam was still confused about some of the deaths. Why the loss of blood? Could ghosts even do that? Maybe the house was acting as like a paranormal beacon…or maybe it was…and that’s when he saw her. She walked across the street looking like an other citizen. Well, except for the fact that she was so pale to be living in Florida. Her dark hair bounced and her skirt flowed as she trotted gracefully across to the walkway across the street. Her dark eyes were hidden behind her stylish sunglasses. Sam shielded himself.

She ran to her black Porsche and headed over the Bridge of Lions towards Anastasia Island.

“Dean,” Sam started. “Did you see her?”

“Her who,” his brother looked at him concerned, probably wondering if he was hallucinating.

“Abby.”

Dean stared at him waiting for the punch line.
“What do you mean Abby? Like Abby, Abby?”

“As in vampire who most recently tried to kill me Abby, yeah. She got in her Porsche and headed over the bridge to the island.”

Then Sam started to think about the deaths at the inn. The throats ripped, the blood loss…she couldn’t be involved…could she? It was true her state of mind was questionable, but would she become what she hated most? Would she become another Caleb?

‘No,’ he told himself. She wouldn’t hurt her brother that way. Would she?

Sam looked at Dean, who seemed to be going through the same conflict in his mind.

“Let’s go,” he said as they reached the Impala and took off over the bridge. They scanned the shoreline and houses on the island, looking for a black Porsche.
 

 
 
mystical_blaise



Chapter 1: Ride On

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters from the show “Supernatural.” Any other characters not related to the show or the Nightwold series, however, are mine and are not to be used in any other fan fictions. Some concepts were also borrowed or loosely adapted from L.J. Smith’s “Nightworld” and "The Vampire Diaries" series. This fan fiction takes place right after “Road Kill,” (approx. end of Feb. '06). This is the sequel to my Supernatural fanfiction "Possession."

Dean slammed his cell phone shut.

“Damn it.”

Sam opened his sleep filled eyes and stretched in the seat next to him.
“What’s up,” he yawned.

“I just called Lenore to check up on Abby. She’s gone.”

Sam sat up straight and looked over to his brother concerned.
“What do you mean she’s gone?”

“She left. Lenore said she just took off one day and left note saying ‘Thank you.’ She has no idea where Abby went. All she said was she was sure of Abby’s abilities. Meaning, she’s not going to chomp on a human anytime soon.”

Dean had to admit, after seeing her face the night in the vacant apartment, he had some doubts. She transformed into something inhuman after she drank Sam’s blood. He had his suspicions on whether or not anyone or anything could actually control it.

It had been a year since that night. He’d kept tabs on her, calling Lenore every now and then to make sure she was alright. For the longest time, there was no change. She walked around in a daze, wearing black, spinning the rings he’d saved for her on her fingers. It was only a couple months ago that Lenore told him she was getting better and was using her time for more than just moping around. In fact, Abby had even requested going on a hunt. Her request, however, was denied until her full mental facilities could be established. That’s around the time Lenore said she took off.

“Hey Dean, we’re here,” Sam said as he rolled down the window, sucking in the sea air.

“St. Augustine, Florida. Man, this city has some smoking hot chicks,” Dean said as two blondes in bikinis rollerbladed down the street.

“It’s also the oldest city in the United States,” Sam interrupted with more of his useless, nerdy information.

“Ok, Magellan, what are we doing here?”

“There have been eight mysterious deaths in the same apartment complex. All single woman…ring a bell?”

Dean thought back to the case where they had encountered the ghost of H.H Holmes in Philadelphia.
“So we’re dealing with a ghost?”

Sam shook his head no and continued to explain the deaths. One girl fell down two flights of stairs and broke her neck, but she was an accomplished gymnast and her balance was excellent. Two others where found drowned in their bathtubs with no drugs in their system. Three more where found stabbed to death with no murder weapon to be found. What made their case curious, as well as the last two victims who died with their throats slashed, was the mysterious lack of blood.

“I mean, Dean, there was some at the scene but most of it was gone.”

“So…we’re not dealing with a ghost?”

Sam shrugged, meaning he had no clue. But that was their job; find out what was fucking around and blow the thing away.
Dean took the main street and scoped out the purported building. Sam explained that it used to be an old mansion and was converted into apartments by the new owner. The exterior of the building appeared to be newer, but the sign out front showed it’s age; it read “Kings Inn, established 1700.” Still being a history geek, Sam continued to explain that the house was actually built in 1700 and wasn’t established into an inn until recently. Crime scene tape covered the door and the apparent owner was out front talking with police. Dean overheard them discuss having the house vacated completely for the evening.

Knowing that no young women would be there to attract whatever-the-hell-it-was that was killing, they both agreed that they should wait until the next day start the investigation. Sam said he’d do some more online probing until then, causing Dean to make fun of his ‘online probing’ comment for the rest of the ride.


The Impala roared onto the Bridge of Lions as Dean searched for a hotel.

He found one right on the water called Captain Salty’s Inn. After they checked in with the surly cashier, obviously Capt. Salty himself, they found their way to their room. It was decorated in a nautical style with fish and shells everywhere. He threw himself down onto the bed, only to find it swish and sway.

“Sw-eet…look, Sammy. Water beds!”

“Oh, and what a nice view,” Sam said as he closed the drapes.

“What do you mean, I thought they said it was right on the - ,” he said as he opened the curtains, realizing why Sam had shut them so quickly. Instead of the hot bikini clad women he hoped to be ogling, the beach was full of overweight, hairy, Speedo wearing men. He quickly shut them, wondering how he could burn the image from his retinas. Sam laughed behind him.

“Shut up, Sam,” he looked to his brother, who was already researching on the computer.

“Jerk.”

“Bitch.”
 

 
 
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mystical_blaise
22 September 2008 @ 02:23 pm

Disclaimer: I do not own Flowers in the Attic. I do not own any characters from the FitA series. Takes place near the end of "Petals on the Wind." Warning : Hints on mature themes.

She danced in Paul’s dusty attic, spinning until she was dizzy. Her vision whipped by the mirror in front of her through strands of white blonde. She watched herself glide by as if in a dream until her prince’s reflection was behind her. He was standing in the corner, his eyes focusing on her. She stopped suddenly to gaze at him through the reflecting window. He approached her slowly. Her heartbeat sped as his arm wrapped slipped around her waist. She felt his soft touch through her pink leotard, causing shivers to run down her spine. He wrapped his other arm gently around her shoulders, holding her to him as closely as possible. He bent his head so his lips were next to her ear.

“I love watching you dance, Catherine. Will you dance with me?”

Not wanting to, yet unable to stop herself, she spun to face him. He smiled down at her as he repositioned his hands to lead her in a dance. They spun around the attic, dancing a dance the rest of the world would never know or understand.

He stopped only to press a delicate kiss on her forehead. She glimpsed up to gaze into his eyes, the eyes that reflected only love. He smiled and lowered his lips to hers. She refused to move hers with his but her heart gave in and she responded to his ever growing kiss. His hand traced up her back until his fingers tangled in her hair, pressing her fully against him. She told herself to stop but her body and heart had other plans. The passion she had held back fully engulfed her as she pulled away to look back into his loving gaze. His blue eyes sparkled down at hers. He smiled and planted kisses down her cheek.

“My Catherine, oh my Catherine, let me love you,” he whispered into her ear, planting tender kisses about her collarbone. Her body betrayed her as she shivered with delight. She felt him smile against her before he picked her up and carried her off to his bedroom.

 
 
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Possession Playlist
- These are the songs that inspired me as I wrote the story. Obviously, it's different from the mostly classic rock of the show, but I did include ACDC and Led Zeppelin. I couldn't really write Dean if there wasn't some classic rock! :-) This isn't all of them, but since I condensed it to songs that were meaningful to specific scenes.

1. Figured You Out - Nickelback (First night at strip club)
2. Been Caught Stealing - Janes Addiction (Second night at strip club)
3. Soul Stripper - AC/DC (Dean in the car with Abby, surprised he was opening up)
4. crushcrushcrush - Paramore (Abby starting to crush on Dean)
5. Gimme Shelter - Rolling Stones (James’ thoughts on the vampire war)
6. Hemmorage - Fuel (James' telling the stories of his past to Dean)
7. Naked - Goo Goo Dolls (Abby after Dean finds out about her past)
8. Somewhere In Between - Lifehouse (Dean staying awake at the hotel with Abby)
9. Communication Breakdown - Led Zeppelin (Dean's mind on what he's really doing with Abby)
10. A Kiss to Build a Dream On - Louis Armstrong (Caleb and Abby's song...in my head, it played over and over, crackling and skipping during the fight scene. Very creepy.)
11. Slither - Velvet Revolver (Fight Scene)
12. Quasimodo - Lifehouse (James' thoughts at the end)
13. Sorrow - Flyleaf (Abby's internal thoughts at the end)
14. Houses of the Holy - Led Zeppelin (Ending driving song)
 

 
 
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mystical_blaise
19 September 2008 @ 06:14 pm


Chapter 24: Life Still Goes On

Sam found her curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of her brother’s jackets. His heart ached for what she had endured. Her brother, her confidant, her everything was dead.

He jerked his head up as the sounds of firetrucks filled the air. The smoke plumes could be seen across the city. They had set the fire to cover up the evidence, but not before retrieving James and giving him a proper send off. After all, the Winchester’s owed James their lives.

Abby’s form shuddered silently and Sam approached her slowly.

“Abby,” he whispered. No response. Sam looked to his brother, standing by the window watching the fire rage. Dean shook his head no and Sam backed away.

Sam walked swiftly over to his older brother.
“What are we going to do? We can’t just leave her alone,” he whispered.

“She mentioned she knew Lenore right? The vampire chick from Montana? Call her up and tell her what happened.”

Sam took one last look at Abby’s quivering form as he scrolled for Lenore’s number in her cell phone. His eyes welled up as he imagined her grief. What if…what if Dean…

“Lenore? It’s Sam Winchester…yeah, that’s right, I helped you in Red Lodge. I have some bad news…”


“Thanks a lot, Lenore. We appreciate this,” Dean said as he shook her hand.

“No, it’s our pleasure. It’ll be nice to have Abby at home for once. And thank you for giving James a proper rest.”

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out two silver rings. One was engraved with the names James and Mercy. He handed them to Lenore, who looked at them questioningly.

“Can you make sure Abby gets these? They were James’.”

Lenore shook her head yes and reminded them how grateful Abigail would be for the gift when she was in a better state of mind. She nodded her head in the direction of her dear vampire friend.

She stood leaning against the white balcony of the old house, the white in striking contrast with the black she wore in mourning. Her dark hair flowed in the breeze and her eyes stared into the turbulent surf of Lake Michigan. A storm was coming. No, a storm was already there. Abby hadn’t uttered one word since James’ death and Dean wouldn’t push her. He knew better than anyone that she didn’t need people harassing her. She needed time to grieve in her own time and on her own terms.

For a brief moment, her sad, endless eyes met his. They were eternal pools of darkness and, for an instant, he could feel what she felt. The hurt, the pain, was a hundred times greater than losing his dad. He looked away.

“Listen,” he said, turning back to Lenore. “We’ll call to check up on her and maybe stop by when we’re in the area.”

“I’m sure she’d appreciate it,” Lenore said smiling, obviously still surprised by the two young hunters. “And if you two ever need our help, just let me know. I take it you have my number?”

“Yeah, and here,” Sam said as he slipped her a piece of paper. “If you ever need us.”

Lenore took the note smiling and led the boys out. Dean managed to catch one last glimpse of Abigail as she still stared catatonic over the water.

Sighing, he opened the door to the Impala and shut it behind him.

“Ok, Sammy, where to?”

“Bobby sent me a case about a poltergeist up at Mackinaw Island in Michigan.”

Dean put the key in the ignition causing the car to roar to life. He popped in his very worn “Houses of the Holy” cassette, cranked the volume up, and turned the car onto the road.

Coming Soon! The sequel to “Possession.” Keep an eye out for “Broken”.
 

 
 
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