Chapter One

A/N: This is a continuation of supernaturalfanatic's fic: Evil, Or Something Else. So read that first! :0)

Dis: I don’t own BTVS or Supernatural!
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Sam Winchester has been in numerous binds in the past couple of months. He’s faced killer demons that have wanted to seduce him, ghosts that have wanted to seduce him so that they could feel right killing him, and just what was it that compelled the supernatural to seduce him? He’d rather face the bugs or even that wendigo again instead of this.

His hands were tied up in chains, which hung from the ceiling rafters. Blood was dripping from his nose and making it’s way into his mouth, which also was bleeding down from his lip. He knew he had a cut on his eyebrow, making it impossible to keep his right eye open unless he wanted it to sting.

His shirt was torn in numerous places and his pants hung low on his waist due to probably being drug here by the girl… Witch. She had an evil glint to her eyes and all Sam wanted to do was get out of here. However, she wasn’t the one giving him a lustful look. No, it was the other one. The vampire! He was a bit freaked out finding that vampires were real but when she swayed up to him with her amber eyes glowing in the darkened room…Let’s just say it wasn’t the manliest squeak he let rip.

“My poor boy…” She said now while trailing a sharp nail down his cheek, making him wince. “You’re all red ‘n shiny…”

She licked her index finger then and rubbed at his sore lip, almost like a mother would when wiping away drool at a baby’s mouth. However, the mother wouldn’t put the finger in her mouth and give a moan of delight like this vampire.

“He’s special. Sent t’ ‘ave moving pictures in ‘is head… Can also make things fly and flutter ‘n the wind. Can’t you my darling?”

“Drusilla! You promised me power if I gave him to you. Now, hold up your end of the bargain,” shouted the witch.

“I don’t take kindly t’ demands, Witchy-Witch,” snarled Dru while showing some fang. “All ‘n good time. The pixies like you, but not that much. They want you t’ squirm like the little worm that you are.”

Drusilla then turned back to him, glee clearly written on her face as she draped her body over his dangling one.

“They love the present you gave…” Drusilla trailed a tongue over Sam’s cheek, making him pull back. “Bad puppy, turning away from mummy like that.”

She stepped away, brought back her arm, and backhanded him so hard that he lost his balance and swung like a punching bag after a hard jab. He groaned when finally stilling, only to wince again when she dug her nails into his skin.

“I’ll train you, pup, so that you can be my new dark prince.”

“Go to hell.”

He knew he was in for it when her eyes widened in hurt. She pouted while taking her hands off of him, leaving red little half-moons in their wake, to put them into her hair. She tugged at her hair and started to whimper. Shaking her head wildly she pulled her hair harder.

“No…No, no no!” Hurt left her gaze only to be replaced by rage. “NO!”

She lifted her skirts and kicked her leg up high, embedding the heel she wore into his chest.

“AH!”

“You need to be taught.” She twisted her heel. “Some manners. Miss Lizzy will help you with that.”

She pulled her heel back, it making a sickly suction sound when pulling out of his skin, to walk towards a shelf.

Red blood trailed on the white carpet as Drusilla grabbed a porcelain doll from its place. The doll at wild red hair, almost like the witch in the room who was silently watching the whole ordeal. The doll also had a blue-laced dress. She set the doll on the bed while walking to a panting Sam. Drusilla dangled a key in front of his face then went to the cuffs to set his wrists free.

“Don’t try to fly, little bird.”

When his last wrist fell, Sam made a run for it only to be held in place by the spell the witch cast. The vampire had an almost amused look on her face as she walked around him.

“I told you not to run.”

She was lightning fast and Sam didn’t see it coming until the red-hot pain traveled through his entire body. Her middle and index fingers dug deeply into his skin, using the wound from her heel as access.

If Sam could scream, he would. If he could shake, he would. He was held in place, however, and the spell was broken at the exact time her uppercut hit his chin, making him fly to the lace covered bed.

“Tut, tut, tut… Don’t worry little lamb…” Drusilla stood at the foot of the bed and reached for something she had in her pocket. “Mummy Mary will teach you everything you need to know.”

Sam’s eyes widened when she produced a file from the pocket.

“Yes… She will…”
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Dean Winchester was growing inpatient. How long did it really take to do a simple locater spell to pinpoint the exact spot his brother was at? The general vicinity was too over populated and he didn’t feel like walking around in the sewers and turning up empty. The witch he just met, Willow, argued that someone was blocking it. Well, if she was as powerful and experienced as she said she was, she should have broken through by now!

He was tempted to knock down the door and demand that she hurry. However, the last time he got too close to her spell, he had been given x-ray vision. And unlike Superman, he couldn’t turn it off and ended up seeing things bouncing that were good, and very, very bad.

He perked up when she opened the door of her room. She looked tired but a slight smile was on her face.

“I’ve got it!”

“Great! Let’s go.”

“Dean. You said you wanted my help, right? Well I’m saying sit down until I can get some strength back. I’m pooped,” said Willow as she slid onto the couch.

“Can’t you, like, zap some energy into you? If we have a lead I want to take advantage of it! They could move tomorrow!”

“Listen mister, I don’t appreciate the testiness of your voice. N-now keep a tight lid on it before I turn you into…A-a-a toad. A pink toad! With… A tutu.”

Dean gave her a skeptical look before it turned into a slightly worried one.

“I know you’re worried. But we can’t do in there guns a blazin like Billy the Kid. That got him shot. Remember? Especially when I feel all wonky. Like I said, there are powerful magic’s, I need to work a few spells because I don’t know what I’m up against. Understand?”

Dean gave a grunt while going to his own space. He took out numerous guns and made sure that they were in perfect shape. He checked and re-checked his ammo then put the guns aside to take inventory on the little things like holy water, stakes (of the silver and wood variety), and crosses. He then changed into comfortable and dependable clothing while was mainly a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and his warm jacket.

When he was done suiting up he gave a backward glance at Willow and was pleased to see she had much more color to her face. She looked energized and soon he put the shotgun over his shoulder and grabbed his bag.

“Ready?”

“Freddy.”

He gave her a look that clearly stated this wasn’t a joking matter.

“Sorry,” said Willow, a small smile on her lips. “I’m ready.”
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Dean turned off the car as they pulled up to a more populated area of the city. It wasn’t a place to just carry a gun around in so he was forced to leave his shotgun behind and bring smaller guns that were tucked inside the back of his jeans. Willow at a stake but that was all she really needed and soon they were exiting the car and slowly walking up to a building that has seen better days.

Well all the buildings here have seen better days but the owners decided that the outside maintenance wasn’t needed as long as the customers kept coming inside. You’d think there would be some sort of building codes, but who really knew?

Crowds were building to get into the hottest clubs and Willow and Dean found themselves sticking out but paid no mind as they passed girls with too short skirts and men with just too much hair gel. Instead they went to the side of one building and gave one quick peek around before sneaking in.

“Okay, we need to get into the basement.”

“And which way is that,” asked Dean?

“Uh…” Willow looked left and right. “This way?”

“You don’t know,” hissed Dean while throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well, don’t be a party pooper and just walk this way.”

Dean followed. He was on his guard and made sure that his eyes traveled over every dark corner. He didn’t want to be surprised. Visibility became an issue when the room they entered had pipes giving off some steam. He made sure he was right behind Willow, so when she stopped, he bumped into her.

“Willow?”

“I feel something. Magic… It’s… Here.”

Dean watched as she waved a hand in front of her, causing a ripple effect on a barrier. He then brought out his hand and cursed when the barrier zapped him.

“Son of a bitch!”

“That’s going to leave a mark.” Willow again brought up her hand and the barrier melted like candle wax. “NOW we can go.”

“Oh, thanks for the heads up AS I brought my hand up to the barrier.”

“I wanted to see what would happen.” Willow shrugged.

Dean looked at her in astonishment as she stepped into the hidden room. He would without doubt have a word with her later. A much needed, very extensive and very loud word!

However, now wasn’t the time, and he timidly stepped over the melted barrier and followed Willow through a path of twisted halls and stopped as she held up a hand. Her eyes narrowed when looking in the candle lit room before them and without warning she shouted.

“AMY!” Her voice flew in angry black waves and Dean himself had to brace his body against the wall to make sure he didn’t stumble. “I know you’re here…”

Clapping from the corner of the room and both shot their glances at who Dean thought was Amy.

“Drusilla?”

“Or not,” he muttered to himself.

“Little guests to join the party. ‘Ave you come to visit your friend? He’s quite tired from the games we’ve been playing. ‘Is screams… Such music that fills the air…”

“Where is he? Sammy? Sammy!”

“Hush.” Drusilla held a finger up to her lips. “E’s sleeping.”

“Go to him,” said Willow, her hair blackening as a girl with red hair joined the group. “I can handle these two.”

Nodding, Dean waited for Willow to throw a flame spell at Drusilla before rushing forward. He pushed the vampire that dodged the fireball to the side and went into the other dimly lit room. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the bloody and beaten body of his brother.

“Sam.” Dean rushed forward and didn’t know where to start. “Sammy?”

“Dean…”

His voice was gravelly and was muted by some blood but it was the best thing Dean could hear right now and he nodded while going to the chains.

“You need these,” came the laughing voice of Dru and Dean whirled around to see her twirling the keys around her finger. “Such a good pony ‘e is. You can join ‘n the fun if you want.”

“Sorry, unlike my brother, I like my demon girls sane.”

Not amused at all by his joke, Drusilla snapped the keys into her hand and turned her head to the side.

“So much like my William… I shall ‘ave you,” she murmured while starting forward. She reeled back and hissed as the cross was put before her. “Naughty boy, you will pay dearly fo’ tha’ little trick.”

“Well come and get it, whack-o”

Dru surprised him with a kick and the cross went flying. She attacked with her nails and Dean grabbed her by the wrists and shifted around. He slammed her against the wall and she giggled while pressing her slim body against his.

“Maybe later,” she murmured but then grunted as his knee came to her gut.

Knowing that a vampire was fast with attacks Dean didn’t break stride as he landed an uppercut to her jaw then another kick to her stomach. She blocked the next punch and sent one of her own, making Dean fly into the nearest wall.

He was momentarily stunned and licked his bleeding lip. Finally he brought out his guns from his jeans and aimed them. Dru laughed merrily.

“Those won’t kill me.”

“No? Well then they’ll hurt like a bitch.”

He fired, shot after shot, never missing as she tried to dodge the silver bullets dipped in holy water. Her body was smoking and she wailed while finally just charging him. However, he kicked out a small stool he landed by and she fell on her back.

Her body was bleeding from the already healing wounds but her demon face fell away. Dean got his stake from his pocket and raised it in the air.

“The Sunshine… She’ll get you too,” she whispered and closed her eyes as the stake fell, turning her to ash.

“Freaking weirdo. Damn it Sam, can’t you get yourself kidnapped by a sane, hot chick that wants your baby instead of blood. Or something?”

Sam struggled with his laugh but finally just groaned in pain. Dean riffled through the ash of Drusilla and was happy to find the keys. He got up, winced at the pain in his back from when it met the wall, and then went to his beaten brother.

“NOOOO!”

Dean jumped then relaxed when not recognizing the scream.

“That was Amy… Who’s with you Dean?”

“Willow. A good yet kinda scary witch,” said Dean as he let the chains fall. He looked his brother over and winced at the gashes. He propped him up and Sam braced himself against his brother’s stronger body.

“Dean? I’m not sure I can walk.”

Nodding, Dean lifted him his brother, not caring that the blood was staining his own clothes and winced when seeing the soaked through bedding. Also, when seeing the nails and pieces of skin on the bed, he fought down the urge to vomit. Sam already had blood all over him; he didn’t need puke to seal the deal.

So he carried his weak brother into the large room and halted when seeing Willow leaning up against a marble statue.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“That…” Willow huffed. “Was Amy. We need to call Giles and have her transported.”

It hadn’t been an easy fight and Amy HAD had her in the corner but Willow switched from dark to pure powers and used the element of Earth to imprison Amy in her marble prison. Willow now straightened and smiled at the younger boy.

“Sam I presume?”

“Hi.” Sam nodded. “Can we get out of here? I’m tired, bloody, and hungry.”

Willow eyed Sam suspiciously then brought her hand up to his neck.

“Whew… Just making sure. Pulse is there and beating!”

“He isn’t a vampire!” Dean frowned at Willow. “I would know!”

“Calm down. Geez Sam, is he always this cranky?”

“Yeah, you learn to deal with it,” said Sam as they started out of the building.

“Okay, you’ve known each other for what, thirty seconds, and you’ve already formed an alliance against me?”

“Yep,” said Willow and Sam at the same time, grins on their faces.

“Traitors,” said Dean as they finally left, leaving a blinking statue and a pile of swirling dust behind.


End…
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However, go forward to see the Alternate Ending… It’s angsty so prepare yourself… L

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