“Meet the Creeper” -- SPN/Twilight
“Meet the Creeper” Sam Winchester/Edward Clullen (Non-Romantic Pairing)
Title: Meet the Creeper
Author: Luna (aka Luna_del_Cielo on lj)
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/Twilight
Main Characters: Sam Winchester, Edward Cullen, Dean WinchesterRating: T
Summary: Rosalie has just informed Edward that Bella is dead, so he seeks out the only people capable of killing his kind - the Winchesters.
Note: This is part of my I-Tunes Shuffle Challenge where I put my I-Tunes on shuffle, choose a pairing, and the first song that comes on will impact the story theme. This story was inspired by “Meet the Creeper” by Rob Zombie; album: “Hellbilly Deluxe.
Spoilers: For Twilight it is towards the end of New Moon. For Supernatural it really could be during any season *shrugs*
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, just playing with them (mmmm, they would be fun to play with… ;) CW own Supernatural and Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight!
Sam Winchester groaned in frustration as he had to complete a freaking virus scan on his freaking computer for the third time this month. Thanks to Dean’s stupid porn, he was getting tons of pop-up ads. One of these days he was going to get his brother back, that was for sure.
Speaking of which, he wondered how much longer Dean was going to be. They had arrived in this small Texas town about an hour ago and his brother had left the motel to pick up the pizza. Although, knowing Dean, he probably got distracted by some girl.
Two sharp knocks at their room door interrupted Sam’s computer work and he looked up warily at the door. Dean wouldn’t knock and they weren’t expecting visitors - so who could it be?
“I mean you no harm,” said a satiny-smooth male voice; muffled through the door. “I was told that only you can help me. Please - please help me.”
Skeptical of a strange man who promised not to harm him yet needed his help, Sam grabbed a loaded shotgun from underneath the bed. “What’s your name?” he called as he walked towards the door; making sure to approach it from the edge of the walls. That way, in case this man had a gun, Sam wouldn’t get hit by anything shot directly through the door.
“My name is Edward Cullen.”
Edward Cullen? Cullen, hmm, that sounded vaguely familiar. Sounds like something he heard in one of Bobby’s stories.
“What kind of help do you need?” Sam called again; texting a message to Dean at the same time.
“I need you to kill me.”
“What?” Sam shouted. Who the hell came to someone’s motel room and asked to be killed? “Listen man, I’m not killing you.”
“But I heard that you and your brother are the best at it.”
Sam stilled like a Roman statue. “What did you say?”
“Sam, please,” the man pleaded in a desolate voice. “I hate to rush you but I need you to kill me. Now. I need you to make the pain end.”
“Why?” he asked in a cautious voice; especially wary now that this man used his name.
“Why kill me or why do I want to die?” Edward snorted.
“Both,” Sam replied while he raised his gun at the door. At the wrong word he was ready to pull the trigger. But he just wasn’t sure what this Edward ‘was’ but he was making a mental list of possibilities.
Edward let out a melancholy sigh. “The love of my life - the one I foolishly left - has killed herself. She jumped off of a cliff. And now I want to join her.”
“And I should be the one to do it because…?”
“Sam Winchester, rumor goes that you and your brother Dean have murdered many of my kind; well of the lesser versions of my species, and that is why I need you. You and your Colt.”
Figuring that anything that said only the Colt could kill it could easily walk in regardless of a locked door, Sam threw the door open - although he texted Dean first just in case things didn’t work out. At least then his brother would have a head’s up. Sam’s eyes widened as he took in the man - or teenager? - and observed his white skin that sparkled in the sunlight.
“Vampire,” he whispered. His eyes met Edward’s for a brief moment and he noticed that they were a pale glowing brown. “Now I remember. Bobby told me stories about the so-called ‘super’ vampires that are pretty much impossible to kill. You’re part of the Colombia Valley family.”
Edward nodded. “Yes.” His eyes glanced at the gun in Sam’s hands. “That’s not the Colt.”
“No, it’s not.” Sam felt very uneasy about a vampire asking him to murder him - it felt almost wrong in a Dr. Kevorkian way. “I heard you and your family didn’t eat humans.”
“Yes, that is true. Please, after you kill me today do not go after them. They are good,” Edward stated in a calm matter.
Sam’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, okay, so you don’t drink from humans but you want me to kill you?”
Before he could blink, Edward was in front of him. His eyes were crazed and his jaw was clenched as he grabbed a hold of Sam’s shirt. “Dammit Sam! I was told you killed my kind for a living! I must die and I know of no other way than a Colt bullet in my brain!”
Knowing that he wasn’t in danger and even if he was this vampire moved way quicker than anything he had ever seen, Sam just gazed at the vampire calmly. “You’re willing to give up your life all because your girlfriend committed suicide?” he asked thoughtfully.
Edward let out an anguished cry and punched the wall; sending bits of plaster flying over the room. “It’s my fault she did it! Because I left her!” he screamed.
Turning towards Sam, he held his hands up in a pleading gesture as his eyes swirled with pure emotion. “God dammit, Sam. Don’t make this hard. I’m evil and you kill evil. Please, just end it. Please.”
Sam felt conflicted. On one hand he did kill evil demons but this Edward guy didn’t seem evil. Emo, maybe, but not evil.
Edward let out a snort of laughter. “Emo but not evil? Really Sam, just stop pondering the morality of this situation and just consider me another tally mark on your kill chart.”
Taking a step back in surprise, Sam wondered how Edward knew what he was thinking. A psychic vampire? That’s crazy!
“I’m not psychic, actually. But I can read minds,” he said with a slight smirk. “I know everything you’re thinking, Sam. And right now you are thinking that maybe you should kill me - because a mind reading vampire is extremely dangerous. You’re right, you know. After all, what if you don’t kill me and I go mad with grief; killing every person and child in my path?”
Sam hesitated. “Will you do that?” he inquired seriously; still torn on what was the right thing to do.
“Will you kill me? See Sam, we both have questions and we both need answers. But I think the only real answer is going to result from a Colt bullet.”
His cell began ringing and Sam debated on answering it. The tension was so thick in the room that Sam had begun sweating. With a quick movement he picked up his phone and frowned at the unfamiliar number.
“878-555-4321?” Edward asked in surprise; the vampire must have read his mind as he looked at his phone. “Don’t answer it!”
Sam gave Edward a wry smile. “So says the crazy suicidal vampire.” Flipping the phone open he said “Hello?”
“Sam! Oh thank god my vision got it right. Listen, you’re with my brother Edward, right?” Sam didn’t even get a chance to confirm before she began talking again. “Listen, he wants you to kill him, but don’t do it! He thinks Bella died but she’s alive! The-”
Abruptly Edward rushed over and yanked the phone out of his hand. “Don’t lie to me,” he said angrily.
“Edward?” a soft feminine voice asked over the phone - luckily his volume was set high. “Edward, it really is me, okay? Don’t do anything stupid on account of you feeling guilty!”
“Guilty?” Edward said in shock. “My god Bella, I wanted to die because I can’t live without you! I love you,” he said in a soft voice.
“Oh, Edward, I love you too!”
“I’ll be back in Forks soon. Until then,” he sighed.
“Until then.”
Edward shut the phone and tossed it onto Sam’s bed in a daze as he laughed softly. “Who would have thought? I thought she was dead,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Well, guess it was good I didn’t kill you, huh?” Sam grinned; relieved that he wouldn’t have to make such a hard decision.
“Thank you, Sam Winchester. You are a good man,” Edward told him as he pulled him into an impulsive hug. “Thank you.”
Surprised by the vampire hugging him - Sam assumed knowing your girlfriend was actually alive must put people in a good mood - Sam nodded. “You’re welcome.”
“Get away from my brother, you demonic bastard!” yelled Dean in an authoritative voice.
Edward jumped back from Sam but just as quickly Dean fired the Colt. A bullet streamed through the air and hit Edward Cullen right between the eyes. With a dazed look on his face, the vampire toppled backwards onto the bed; blood issuing from his wound and trickling onto the blue bedspread.
“God, Sammy. I’m glad I got your texts. You alright? What was that thing?” he heard Dean say as he gazed remorsefully at Edward Cullen’s still body.
Then his phone rang; and the number was 878-555-4321.
A/N:
Ooh, a bit darker than previous… I know lots of people would like Edward to die so may like this just for that. But I was interested in Edward going to the Winchester’s to die - I mean, the Volturi got nothing on them ;)
Please let me know what you think!
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Title: Meet the Creeper
Author: Luna (aka Luna_del_Cielo on lj)
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural/Twilight
Main Characters: Sam Winchester, Edward Cullen, Dean WinchesterRating: T
Summary: Rosalie has just informed Edward that Bella is dead, so he seeks out the only people capable of killing his kind - the Winchesters.
Note: This is part of my I-Tunes Shuffle Challenge where I put my I-Tunes on shuffle, choose a pairing, and the first song that comes on will impact the story theme. This story was inspired by “Meet the Creeper” by Rob Zombie; album: “Hellbilly Deluxe.
Spoilers: For Twilight it is towards the end of New Moon. For Supernatural it really could be during any season *shrugs*
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, just playing with them (mmmm, they would be fun to play with… ;) CW own Supernatural and Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight!
Sam Winchester groaned in frustration as he had to complete a freaking virus scan on his freaking computer for the third time this month. Thanks to Dean’s stupid porn, he was getting tons of pop-up ads. One of these days he was going to get his brother back, that was for sure.
Speaking of which, he wondered how much longer Dean was going to be. They had arrived in this small Texas town about an hour ago and his brother had left the motel to pick up the pizza. Although, knowing Dean, he probably got distracted by some girl.
Two sharp knocks at their room door interrupted Sam’s computer work and he looked up warily at the door. Dean wouldn’t knock and they weren’t expecting visitors - so who could it be?
“I mean you no harm,” said a satiny-smooth male voice; muffled through the door. “I was told that only you can help me. Please - please help me.”
Skeptical of a strange man who promised not to harm him yet needed his help, Sam grabbed a loaded shotgun from underneath the bed. “What’s your name?” he called as he walked towards the door; making sure to approach it from the edge of the walls. That way, in case this man had a gun, Sam wouldn’t get hit by anything shot directly through the door.
“My name is Edward Cullen.”
Edward Cullen? Cullen, hmm, that sounded vaguely familiar. Sounds like something he heard in one of Bobby’s stories.
“What kind of help do you need?” Sam called again; texting a message to Dean at the same time.
“I need you to kill me.”
“What?” Sam shouted. Who the hell came to someone’s motel room and asked to be killed? “Listen man, I’m not killing you.”
“But I heard that you and your brother are the best at it.”
Sam stilled like a Roman statue. “What did you say?”
“Sam, please,” the man pleaded in a desolate voice. “I hate to rush you but I need you to kill me. Now. I need you to make the pain end.”
“Why?” he asked in a cautious voice; especially wary now that this man used his name.
“Why kill me or why do I want to die?” Edward snorted.
“Both,” Sam replied while he raised his gun at the door. At the wrong word he was ready to pull the trigger. But he just wasn’t sure what this Edward ‘was’ but he was making a mental list of possibilities.
Edward let out a melancholy sigh. “The love of my life - the one I foolishly left - has killed herself. She jumped off of a cliff. And now I want to join her.”
“And I should be the one to do it because…?”
“Sam Winchester, rumor goes that you and your brother Dean have murdered many of my kind; well of the lesser versions of my species, and that is why I need you. You and your Colt.”
Figuring that anything that said only the Colt could kill it could easily walk in regardless of a locked door, Sam threw the door open - although he texted Dean first just in case things didn’t work out. At least then his brother would have a head’s up. Sam’s eyes widened as he took in the man - or teenager? - and observed his white skin that sparkled in the sunlight.
“Vampire,” he whispered. His eyes met Edward’s for a brief moment and he noticed that they were a pale glowing brown. “Now I remember. Bobby told me stories about the so-called ‘super’ vampires that are pretty much impossible to kill. You’re part of the Colombia Valley family.”
Edward nodded. “Yes.” His eyes glanced at the gun in Sam’s hands. “That’s not the Colt.”
“No, it’s not.” Sam felt very uneasy about a vampire asking him to murder him - it felt almost wrong in a Dr. Kevorkian way. “I heard you and your family didn’t eat humans.”
“Yes, that is true. Please, after you kill me today do not go after them. They are good,” Edward stated in a calm matter.
Sam’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, okay, so you don’t drink from humans but you want me to kill you?”
Before he could blink, Edward was in front of him. His eyes were crazed and his jaw was clenched as he grabbed a hold of Sam’s shirt. “Dammit Sam! I was told you killed my kind for a living! I must die and I know of no other way than a Colt bullet in my brain!”
Knowing that he wasn’t in danger and even if he was this vampire moved way quicker than anything he had ever seen, Sam just gazed at the vampire calmly. “You’re willing to give up your life all because your girlfriend committed suicide?” he asked thoughtfully.
Edward let out an anguished cry and punched the wall; sending bits of plaster flying over the room. “It’s my fault she did it! Because I left her!” he screamed.
Turning towards Sam, he held his hands up in a pleading gesture as his eyes swirled with pure emotion. “God dammit, Sam. Don’t make this hard. I’m evil and you kill evil. Please, just end it. Please.”
Sam felt conflicted. On one hand he did kill evil demons but this Edward guy didn’t seem evil. Emo, maybe, but not evil.
Edward let out a snort of laughter. “Emo but not evil? Really Sam, just stop pondering the morality of this situation and just consider me another tally mark on your kill chart.”
Taking a step back in surprise, Sam wondered how Edward knew what he was thinking. A psychic vampire? That’s crazy!
“I’m not psychic, actually. But I can read minds,” he said with a slight smirk. “I know everything you’re thinking, Sam. And right now you are thinking that maybe you should kill me - because a mind reading vampire is extremely dangerous. You’re right, you know. After all, what if you don’t kill me and I go mad with grief; killing every person and child in my path?”
Sam hesitated. “Will you do that?” he inquired seriously; still torn on what was the right thing to do.
“Will you kill me? See Sam, we both have questions and we both need answers. But I think the only real answer is going to result from a Colt bullet.”
His cell began ringing and Sam debated on answering it. The tension was so thick in the room that Sam had begun sweating. With a quick movement he picked up his phone and frowned at the unfamiliar number.
“878-555-4321?” Edward asked in surprise; the vampire must have read his mind as he looked at his phone. “Don’t answer it!”
Sam gave Edward a wry smile. “So says the crazy suicidal vampire.” Flipping the phone open he said “Hello?”
“Sam! Oh thank god my vision got it right. Listen, you’re with my brother Edward, right?” Sam didn’t even get a chance to confirm before she began talking again. “Listen, he wants you to kill him, but don’t do it! He thinks Bella died but she’s alive! The-”
Abruptly Edward rushed over and yanked the phone out of his hand. “Don’t lie to me,” he said angrily.
“Edward?” a soft feminine voice asked over the phone - luckily his volume was set high. “Edward, it really is me, okay? Don’t do anything stupid on account of you feeling guilty!”
“Guilty?” Edward said in shock. “My god Bella, I wanted to die because I can’t live without you! I love you,” he said in a soft voice.
“Oh, Edward, I love you too!”
“I’ll be back in Forks soon. Until then,” he sighed.
“Until then.”
Edward shut the phone and tossed it onto Sam’s bed in a daze as he laughed softly. “Who would have thought? I thought she was dead,” he said in a hushed voice.
“Well, guess it was good I didn’t kill you, huh?” Sam grinned; relieved that he wouldn’t have to make such a hard decision.
“Thank you, Sam Winchester. You are a good man,” Edward told him as he pulled him into an impulsive hug. “Thank you.”
Surprised by the vampire hugging him - Sam assumed knowing your girlfriend was actually alive must put people in a good mood - Sam nodded. “You’re welcome.”
“Get away from my brother, you demonic bastard!” yelled Dean in an authoritative voice.
Edward jumped back from Sam but just as quickly Dean fired the Colt. A bullet streamed through the air and hit Edward Cullen right between the eyes. With a dazed look on his face, the vampire toppled backwards onto the bed; blood issuing from his wound and trickling onto the blue bedspread.
“God, Sammy. I’m glad I got your texts. You alright? What was that thing?” he heard Dean say as he gazed remorsefully at Edward Cullen’s still body.
Then his phone rang; and the number was 878-555-4321.
A/N:
Ooh, a bit darker than previous… I know lots of people would like Edward to die so may like this just for that. But I was interested in Edward going to the Winchester’s to die - I mean, the Volturi got nothing on them ;)
Please let me know what you think!
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