"Lacerated Sky Chp 3," NC-17, Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos
Lacerated Sky
Chapter 3: Snowbound
A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 3 of ?
Rating: This chapter, Adult. Overall, NC-17 for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome, vampirism, and bad language.
Dates: This chapter was written in June 2007.
Word Count: 4,404
Simpson's Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results!
Serious Summary: Dean does the best he can when he's trapped in a motel room with two hungry vampires by a blizzard. This situation is only complicated by the fact that one of those vampires is his brother.
Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust."
Warnings: This chapter, incestuous sexual contact (Vampire!Sam/Dean), vampirism, blood drinking, dubious consent, and cruelty to animals. Features a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore/Dean. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season.
Betas: Currently unbeta'ed
Author's Notes: Told from Dean's POV. Please remember that as you are reading the story; some parts are deliberately a little cheesy because it's Dean talking here. I just can't see the man writing fine prose.
I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more sexy vamp biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww...
Blood facts provided by the GiveLife.org website.
The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."
The average adult body holds 10-12 pints of blood. Some hold up to two gallons (16 pints). When a person gives blood, they donate one pint. You can ensure that your blood stays iron rich by eating foods with lots of (surprise!) iron; these include red meat, poultry, fish, green leafy vegetables, iron-fortified cereals... well, you get the idea. Eat your Wheaties, in other words. After you donate blood, you should avoid strenuous exercise and heavy lifting for the rest of the day. Most people will feel no different after giving blood, but some will get a little dizzy. Certain components of blood cause it to have a limited shelf life of five days. But the good thing is, once you lose that blood, your body replaces it within 24 hours.
These are all important things to know when you're living with two vampires.
The night after our first little tryst, I stood outside watching the sun go down again. Sunsets came to mean a great deal to us, as Sam and Lenore, of course, felt more comfortable without the sun beating down on them. Sam kept fussing over me, trying to get me to lie down and rest, offering me more food than any one person could ever consume, just being a general mama hen. I understood why. It still got old, but I knew he felt guilty. So I tried not to be too annoyed with him.
I'd been outside for about ten minutes when Lenore joined me. "Hey," I said. The vibes she gave off told me that we were about to have a very revealing talk.
"Hi. How you feeling, Dean?"
"Okay. And it's really important that I answer that question, because I haven't been asked for five minutes," I said with some sarcasm.
"Ten," Lenore instantly replied.
See, that's why I like the girl; she's always on her toes. "What's up?"
"You scared us last night, what with the passing out."
"Scared me too," I admitted. "We'll be more careful in the future. I mean, the housekeeping staff is going to get suspicious if their sheets keep disappearing."
"There may be no future here," Lenore informed me.
I thought I knew what she was going to say. "Lenore, I'll be alright. There's no need - "
"Sam wants to leave," she interrupted.
That was an unexpected shock. "What do you mean?"
With a sigh, Lenore explained, "He's afraid of what happens when his vampire nature takes over. Sam says that all he sees is the blood and his hunger for it once those fangs come out, and he loses all control. Last night, his instincts told him to stop everything once you'd been bitten, but he didn't because his lust for the blood overpowered everything else. Sam is terrified of what he's become. He's afraid he's going to lose control and drain you of all your blood. He's afraid he's going to kill you." Lenore paused, walking around me, giving me time to take in all of her words. "I would try to reassure him that this is only a temporary thing, that once he gets used to his new... lifestyle... that the bloodlust will calm down, but I'm not sure he'd ever believe me after I bit you last night. I'm the one who almost killed you, Dean."
I just shook my head. "You're both blowing this way out of proportion."
"Sam doesn't think so. He wants us to leave before we kill you. I'm not so sure that he doesn't have a point."
I sighed and rolled my eyes in frustration. "Lenore, you have to convince him to stay. You guys aren't going to kill me. We can figure something out."
She put her hands on my shoulders. "I know you love your brother, Dean, and I know you think you can handle this. But don't you think I've seen people like you before?"
"People like me?" I asked. What? Arrogant jerks with their heads so far up their asses that they happily run right into danger?
"People attracted to what Sam and I are. You're trying to find a way to deal with what's happened to him. You want to take care of him. You see him in pain and it tugs at your heart. So you offer your blood to him to keep him alive. But it's easier for you if you give in to all your bizarre, kinky little feelings and allow yourself to like it. You enjoy being bitten." Lenore looked into my eyes. "Don't you? Tell me the truth."
I didn't need to lie; I immediately responded, "Yeah, I like it. You get hurt as much as I do and eventually, you start to get off on the pain. Sometimes it turns me on."
"Exactly." Lenore walked around me again. "You don't know when to stop anymore than Sam does. You like it too much. Can you understand how dangerous that makes this for you?"
"Everything we do is dangerous."
"But your daily life doesn't have to be."
I just shrugged. "Without Sam, I couldn't care less about having a 'daily life.'"
Lenore didn't know what to say. I could see the sympathy in her eyes. Sam must've told her about us losing our dad.
"Look," I went on, "as long as we keep your two fed, there shouldn't be anymore trouble. We just know from now on that once I start bleeding, we have to keep track of how much I lose, and stop before I go over my limit. I mean, how much does a blood bank take when you donate blood? We just can't go over that."
Playing devil's advocate, Lenore asked, "What if either of us loses control again? We're stronger than you."
"Then..." I picked my brain for a solution. Sometimes it's good for something. "...we keep some dead man's blood around for emergencies. As much as I don't want to do that to you guys..."
"No, it's a good backup plan. The effects aren't permanent, and it'll get us off of you." For the first time since we'd started talking, Lenore smiled. "It just might work."
"So you'll talk to Sam?"
She chewed her bottom lip with her regular teeth. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll try to convince him to stay."
"Thank you." I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that in this situation, Sam was more likely to listen to my plan coming out of Lenore's mouth than mine.
She stroked my arm. "I just want you to know that if Sam still wants to leave, I'll take care of him, and look after him, like I did when he turned. You don't have to worry about him. I promise."
"When he turned?"
Lenore nodded. "To become a vampire, you have to die. Many people suffer convulsions and pain before growing still for a short time. Eventually, you awaken a vampire. Sam was helpless during this time. I looked after him."
I took the hand that she had on my arm and kissed it. "Thank you. For all you've done to help."
She just gave me a small nod and turned to the motel room door. "Stay out here for another half hour. Sam won't discuss this if you're around."
"Hey Lenore?"
Her hand on the knob, she looked back at me. "Yeah?"
"What did you mean when you said you've seen this before? The attraction to vampires?" I asked.
A little smirk crossed her lips. "You're not the only one who gets turned on by being bitten. There are people who seek us out to offer themselves like you do, in return for sexual gratification. Vampire groupies," Lenore finished with a laugh.
"You mean, like goths and stuff?"
She laughed again. "Some of them are goths, yeah."
That made me think of the couple staying a few doors down from us. Black hair (probably dyed), lots of dark eye makeup and black clothing... I wondered if they were into vampires.
Lenore left me then, to have her talk with Sam. Shortly after the sun went down, the air took on an especially nippy quality, with that smell it gets when it's about to snow. Crisp, with a biting wind. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. We'd gotten snow only a week before.
We never saw it coming.
*****
It snowed all night and the next morning. Looking out on a field of freshly driven snow, with no footprints in it yet, is one of the best things in the world. You feel like a kid again. All that white is just staring you in the face, daring you to run through it.
The smile on Sam's face, the pure joy, as he ran into a drift and plopped into it face first... well, nothing could have warmed my heart more. He and Lenore wore sunglasses to guard against the glare of sunlight coming off the white snow; it was blinding to their sensitive eyes. I was almost content to just watch them laugh and play, but I realized that there were no snow angels yet.
This had to be remedied.
The goth couple from a few doors down soon joined us. Tia and Jimmy. I wondered if they liked vampires, or had any idea that they were having a snowball fight with two of them. Before the day was done, the nearly empty parking lot had been turned into a battleground, complete with a couple of forts and an army of snowmen. And two snowvamps.
We put the heater to good use that night. Wet clothes hung all over the room. Sam eyed me jealously as I slurped a mug of hot chocolate. I offered to let him drink my blood afterward because I was figuring out why human blood tastes so much better than animal blood - because we eat delicious stuff that can be somewhat tasted in our blood. But Sam refused.
Someday soon, he'd get over it. Oh, would he ever get over it.
The next morning, I got us some food, including a few cartons of animal blood for Sam and Lenore. Very few people saw the magnitude of the blizzard coming. Oh, the weather man knew it was going to snow more, but...
By nightfall, the roads were unpassable.
Well, no big deal. We had food and the hope that the snow would let up some by the next day; I mean, we were good for at least a couple days, right? I was just happy that it seemed Sam had decided to stay.
Another day of snow-covered roads and people were raiding the grocery stores for anything they could get. When they said those roads weren't drivable, they meant that we were just about snowbound. I could hardly get the Impala through. Visibility was a big fat zero.
I tried to get more blood. The butcher had closed and not reopened since the big storm started. Well, why should he stay open? He didn't have a brother who could starve to death. There was only one grocery store that I could reach through the drifts and slick roads, and they didn't have a butcher shop, just a deli. They didn't have any animal blood. I was starting to get worried.
Sam was getting worried too. He watched the news reports with growing anxiety, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper, his fingernails becoming more ragged by the hour. Lenore put up a calm front. But eventually, we had to talk about it.
I asked her just how much blood a vampire needed to "eat" each day. She estimated that about two to three pints, at least four for someone as big as Sam, was the ideal amount. She knew it, and I knew it - there was no way I could keep them both alive if this storm went on much longer. Well, I could, but then I would be dead.
Unfortunately, because we didn't know how quickly the storm would escalate, they hadn't rationed out their supply of animal blood, and it was gone pretty quick. Sam had managed to survive on very little blood for two weeks when he first turned, so I hoped he'd be able to do it again. But maybe it was worse after a vampire had gotten used to regular feedings.
I couldn't even tell you how many days went by that we were snowbound. All I saw was Sam and Lenore getting paler, weaker, and more disoriented. I tried to go out and get them something more than once, and almost had to leave the Impala in a drift when I got stuck. One day, I set out on foot, and got lost out there for a few hours. I did manage, however, to capture a rabbit in a small snare that Dad had originally taught us how to make to trap imps. You'd be surprised how slippery those little bastards can be. Imps, not rabbits. Sam and Lenore were grateful to receive it, but it wasn't so pleasant watching them practically pounce on that furry little thing and drain it of its blood. They were both starving, I know. But the slurping and the growling and the rabbit screaming... I had to hide in the bathroom with my hands over my ears until one of them had the presence of mind to break its neck.
The rabbit helped. But Lenore still felt it was important to teach me a couple of tricks. She showed me how you could force a vampire's teeth to retract by grabbing him or her on either side of their jaw and pressing firmly. Sammy was listening in, and the topic made him fly into a rage. He tearfully insisted that he and Lenore had to leave before they killed me. I had already demonstrated that I would wind up a Deansicle if I left. But I knew they wouldn't make it either. Both were weak, with raspy voices and black shadows under their eyes. Sam just wouldn't listen.
Lenore went after him when he threw the door open and charged out into the storm, muttering, "I won't kill my brother to live." Way to be overdramatic, Sammy.
Since Sam had gone out there with no protection from the cold, I was gathering up their coats to bring to them when I heard Lenore's cry drifting back on the howling wind. "Dean! Dean!" she screamed.
Sam was face down in the snow and unresponsive. He hadn't made it more than fifty feet. I turned him over. The tears he'd shed at the thought of accidentally killing me were frozen on his face. Lenore and I had to carry him back into the room.
I'd never seen Sam so pale. We put him on one of the beds, wrapped him in blankets, and tried to revive him, but he was very disoriented. I didn't even think about it, just put my arms around him and sat him up, one hand supporting the back of his neck, and buried his face into my throat. And waited.
"Come on, Sammy. You know it's there. Take some," I coaxed.
"Oh, Dean," Lenore choked, and started to cry.
"He'll be okay," I said in response.
Sam was slow to respond. After a good minute of waiting, his wet hair against my chin and cold lips on my neck, I finally felt his fangs come out. He groaned and then bit me.
I let out a grunt of pain before coaxing him some more. "There we go, Sammy. That a boy, that a boy." Sam was very slow to drink, he was that weak. I stroked his hair to soothe him, hoping he wouldn't realize what he was doing before he got at least some nourishment.
Sam didn't drink a whole lot. He was just too out of it. I had to lay him back down, unsatisfied that he'd gotten enough blood to sustain him.
I turned to Lenore. "As long as I'm already bleeding..." Turning my head up, I offered my neck to her.
There was some hesitation. "Sam needs it more than me."
I quoted one of my favorite commercials. "Crunch all you want, I'll make more."
Lenore's eyes, half-focused, passed over my neck. The blood ran slowly toward my shirt. "Alright," she sighed, and moved in.
Her tongue licked up the errant streams that had run from the puncture wounds Sam had made. Then she began to drink, trying not to bring out her own fangs and make my injury worse. Lenore hadn't been at it long when she clutched her stomach and began to moan.
"Lenore?"
"We... we've gone too long without eating. Sometimes your... stomach tries to... reject it," she panted. "Maybe we should... start... slow."
"Sure. Do you want anymore?" I held my collar away from my neck.
Lenore took one last look at the blood and fell back, her eyes rolling up into her head. She went into convulsions. It scared the hell out of me.
I did everything I could for her until the jerking and clipped grunting stopped. When the convulsions were over, Lenore started to cry again. "Dean, how are we ever going to get out of this?"
I held her. "It'll be okay," I promised. "The snow will stop soon."
*****
They both slept for a couple hours after that. I took off my bloodstained shirt and cleaned up the wound. The best thing I could do, I thought, would be to keep up my strength so they could drink from me little by little, so I had something to eat. My food was being rationed to last at this point. Still, I could fill my stomach, and that I did, for their sake more than mine.
Just in case, I stirred up the refrigerated dead man's blood and dipped a knife in it. I'd barely put the jar of blood down on the counter when I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around, Sam's arms closed around my chest from behind, pinning my arms to my sides, and he sank his fangs into the right side of my neck. I yelped in surprise. He was growling like an animal. My feet were barely touching the floor now, leaving me only the tips of my bare toes for balance.
"Sam! Don't!" I cried. "You'll regret it when you come to your senses!"
But I wasn't talking to Sam at this point. He had reverted to a feral state, a purely vampire state. Lenore had warned me this could happen.
"Sammy!"
Sam began to drink from me slowly. Was he savoring it? Did it hurt his stomach to drink too fast? I didn't know. But at least it would buy me some time.
It was then that Lenore came around to my front. Her pupils shined with pinpoints of light. That supernatural, inner light of the vampire. Otherwise, Lenore's eyes were dead and sinister. She, too, could not currently be reasoned with.
I tried anyway. "Lenore, it's me, Dean. You don't want to kill me."
"Hungry," she rasped. Lenore plastered herself against me, rubbing her body all over mine and stroking my hair. "So hungry." Her fangs sank into the left side of my neck.
This is the part where I had no idea how to react and my thinking got all muddled. I don't know what it is with vampires, but there often seems to be a sexual component to their feeding when they drink directly from a human. As if they get a high off of playing with their food. Suddenly, there were hands all over me. Running up my bare chest, fingering my nipples, sliding under the waistband of my jeans... I couldn't help it, and got hard almost instantly. Man, they were going to owe me once we got out of this mess. I had to stop them this time, but we were going to do this again, you can bet on that. For a few quick moments, we were a mass of panting, moaning, sucking, writhing creatures, and it felt amazing.
I saw my chance when Sammy relaxed his hold on one of my arms to move his hand down. The knife, covered in dead man's blood, was still in my hand, and I brought it up before they could stop me. The next second, I'd plunged it into Lenore's back.
She groaned loudly in pain. Her head snapped back, and those blank eyes stared at me in confusion and betrayal. Lenore suddenly looked as if she might throw up. I yanked out the knife, and she slid down to the floor, almost unconscious.
Her blood was on the knife now, but that didn't mean that some of the dead man's blood wasn't still on it. I went to cut Sam across the arm, but he grabbed my wrist with one hand and we grappled with the knife. Next thing I knew, his other hand was slipping under the waistband of my jeans again and just plunged right on in this time. Sam firmly gripped my cock in his hand and started to stroke me down. I couldn't have been more shocked.
A surprised moan escaped me. "Sammy!"
He whispered in my ear, sounding hoarse and weak. "Let me have it, Dean. I'm your brother. I won't drink it all." As my blood welled up in the puncture wounds he'd made, Sam licked it off. "Just relax. I can make it feel good."
He wasn't lying there. Even without the vampire strength, Sam has a firm, strong grip. I had a hard time concentrating with that hand and those fingers trying to get me off. Yeah, I know that's totally sick, and don't think it wasn't freaking me out. He's my brother. But I couldn't free myself, and Sammy knows what I like. A body just reacts.
Using sex against me. Smart vampire.
"Sam, you're not yourself. You want to stop now before you really hurt me."
He licked the blood from my neck again. That sent nice tremors up my spine. "You like it, Dean. Just relax and stop fighting. I know it feels good." Lick, firm strokes. "I'll do more to you if you let me have as much blood as I want. Please, Dean, I'm so hungry."
Sam sounded so pitiful and desperate, and the things he said - he definitely just wasn't himself. The bloodlust was stronger than him. Even so, he was still physically stronger than me. The only way I'd be able to slip him a dose of the dead man's blood would be if I could trick him. "Okay, Sammy... okay. Just don't take too much." I leaned my head back on his shoulder and relaxed with an aroused moan. It had to look good. Plus I was just really turned on.
Sam paused to assess my honesty. I kept my eyes closed and moaned again. That slow, firm stroking was such a distraction to my train of thought. "Unnh, Sammy," I panted. He soon sunk his teeth into the puncture wounds in my neck and put most of his attention back on sucking my blood.
I waited until his opposite hand, the one holding my wrist, loosened its grip. Sam reached for the knife to take it away from me. That's when I struck. Slashing blindly at his hand, the knife connected with his palm, cutting all the way across it. He opened his mouth to yell and that gave me the chance to duck down, away from those fangs, and slash his forearm as he went for the knife again. I struggled to get free. It only took a few seconds for the dead man's blood to start working. Sam's grip on me weakened bit by bit, although he tried to maintain it. It was the hand in my pants that I had the most trouble disengaging from my person.
Making a nauseated sound, Sam finally released me and fell down. I worked as quickly as I could. They both had to be tied up before I could dress their wounds, and mine. I was really getting marked up by those two. Sam, I tied to a chair, and Lenore, I tied down to one of the beds, with lots of padding under her back where I stabbed her. Anytime they started to recover, I had to cut them with the knife, soaked in dead man's blood. Otherwise, they'd probably escape their bonds with that vampire strength. It killed me to keep hurting them like that, but I had no choice.
The only way I was going to get my brother and Lenore back was to feed them enough blood to nourish them. This was not something I could do on my own; I'd surely die of blood loss. I had no way of knowing how much longer the blizzard would last. What I did have were two very sick vampires who would not get better unless I came up with something fast. If I didn't stop their starvation, they would probably die, or possibly break free and drain the other guests trapped in this motel by the snowstorm.
The other guests in this motel...
You could say that thought turned on a lightbulb over my head. And I wondered again if Tia and Jimmy were into vampires.
Chapter 4
Lacerated Sky Chp 3 (c) 2007 Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People
Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television.
Chapter 3: Snowbound
A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over
by Laurel (Sailorhathor)
Chapters: 3 of ?
Rating: This chapter, Adult. Overall, NC-17 for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome, vampirism, and bad language.
Dates: This chapter was written in June 2007.
Word Count: 4,404
Simpson's Ref Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results!
Serious Summary: Dean does the best he can when he's trapped in a motel room with two hungry vampires by a blizzard. This situation is only complicated by the fact that one of those vampires is his brother.
Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust."
Warnings: This chapter, incestuous sexual contact (Vampire!Sam/Dean), vampirism, blood drinking, dubious consent, and cruelty to animals. Features a threesome relationship between Sam/Lenore/Dean. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season.
Betas: Currently unbeta'ed
Author's Notes: Told from Dean's POV. Please remember that as you are reading the story; some parts are deliberately a little cheesy because it's Dean talking here. I just can't see the man writing fine prose.
I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more sexy vamp biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww...
Blood facts provided by the GiveLife.org website.
The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood."
The average adult body holds 10-12 pints of blood. Some hold up to two gallons (16 pints). When a person gives blood, they donate one pint. You can ensure that your blood stays iron rich by eating foods with lots of (surprise!) iron; these include red meat, poultry, fish, green leafy vegetables, iron-fortified cereals... well, you get the idea. Eat your Wheaties, in other words. After you donate blood, you should avoid strenuous exercise and heavy lifting for the rest of the day. Most people will feel no different after giving blood, but some will get a little dizzy. Certain components of blood cause it to have a limited shelf life of five days. But the good thing is, once you lose that blood, your body replaces it within 24 hours.
These are all important things to know when you're living with two vampires.
The night after our first little tryst, I stood outside watching the sun go down again. Sunsets came to mean a great deal to us, as Sam and Lenore, of course, felt more comfortable without the sun beating down on them. Sam kept fussing over me, trying to get me to lie down and rest, offering me more food than any one person could ever consume, just being a general mama hen. I understood why. It still got old, but I knew he felt guilty. So I tried not to be too annoyed with him.
I'd been outside for about ten minutes when Lenore joined me. "Hey," I said. The vibes she gave off told me that we were about to have a very revealing talk.
"Hi. How you feeling, Dean?"
"Okay. And it's really important that I answer that question, because I haven't been asked for five minutes," I said with some sarcasm.
"Ten," Lenore instantly replied.
See, that's why I like the girl; she's always on her toes. "What's up?"
"You scared us last night, what with the passing out."
"Scared me too," I admitted. "We'll be more careful in the future. I mean, the housekeeping staff is going to get suspicious if their sheets keep disappearing."
"There may be no future here," Lenore informed me.
I thought I knew what she was going to say. "Lenore, I'll be alright. There's no need - "
"Sam wants to leave," she interrupted.
That was an unexpected shock. "What do you mean?"
With a sigh, Lenore explained, "He's afraid of what happens when his vampire nature takes over. Sam says that all he sees is the blood and his hunger for it once those fangs come out, and he loses all control. Last night, his instincts told him to stop everything once you'd been bitten, but he didn't because his lust for the blood overpowered everything else. Sam is terrified of what he's become. He's afraid he's going to lose control and drain you of all your blood. He's afraid he's going to kill you." Lenore paused, walking around me, giving me time to take in all of her words. "I would try to reassure him that this is only a temporary thing, that once he gets used to his new... lifestyle... that the bloodlust will calm down, but I'm not sure he'd ever believe me after I bit you last night. I'm the one who almost killed you, Dean."
I just shook my head. "You're both blowing this way out of proportion."
"Sam doesn't think so. He wants us to leave before we kill you. I'm not so sure that he doesn't have a point."
I sighed and rolled my eyes in frustration. "Lenore, you have to convince him to stay. You guys aren't going to kill me. We can figure something out."
She put her hands on my shoulders. "I know you love your brother, Dean, and I know you think you can handle this. But don't you think I've seen people like you before?"
"People like me?" I asked. What? Arrogant jerks with their heads so far up their asses that they happily run right into danger?
"People attracted to what Sam and I are. You're trying to find a way to deal with what's happened to him. You want to take care of him. You see him in pain and it tugs at your heart. So you offer your blood to him to keep him alive. But it's easier for you if you give in to all your bizarre, kinky little feelings and allow yourself to like it. You enjoy being bitten." Lenore looked into my eyes. "Don't you? Tell me the truth."
I didn't need to lie; I immediately responded, "Yeah, I like it. You get hurt as much as I do and eventually, you start to get off on the pain. Sometimes it turns me on."
"Exactly." Lenore walked around me again. "You don't know when to stop anymore than Sam does. You like it too much. Can you understand how dangerous that makes this for you?"
"Everything we do is dangerous."
"But your daily life doesn't have to be."
I just shrugged. "Without Sam, I couldn't care less about having a 'daily life.'"
Lenore didn't know what to say. I could see the sympathy in her eyes. Sam must've told her about us losing our dad.
"Look," I went on, "as long as we keep your two fed, there shouldn't be anymore trouble. We just know from now on that once I start bleeding, we have to keep track of how much I lose, and stop before I go over my limit. I mean, how much does a blood bank take when you donate blood? We just can't go over that."
Playing devil's advocate, Lenore asked, "What if either of us loses control again? We're stronger than you."
"Then..." I picked my brain for a solution. Sometimes it's good for something. "...we keep some dead man's blood around for emergencies. As much as I don't want to do that to you guys..."
"No, it's a good backup plan. The effects aren't permanent, and it'll get us off of you." For the first time since we'd started talking, Lenore smiled. "It just might work."
"So you'll talk to Sam?"
She chewed her bottom lip with her regular teeth. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll try to convince him to stay."
"Thank you." I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that in this situation, Sam was more likely to listen to my plan coming out of Lenore's mouth than mine.
She stroked my arm. "I just want you to know that if Sam still wants to leave, I'll take care of him, and look after him, like I did when he turned. You don't have to worry about him. I promise."
"When he turned?"
Lenore nodded. "To become a vampire, you have to die. Many people suffer convulsions and pain before growing still for a short time. Eventually, you awaken a vampire. Sam was helpless during this time. I looked after him."
I took the hand that she had on my arm and kissed it. "Thank you. For all you've done to help."
She just gave me a small nod and turned to the motel room door. "Stay out here for another half hour. Sam won't discuss this if you're around."
"Hey Lenore?"
Her hand on the knob, she looked back at me. "Yeah?"
"What did you mean when you said you've seen this before? The attraction to vampires?" I asked.
A little smirk crossed her lips. "You're not the only one who gets turned on by being bitten. There are people who seek us out to offer themselves like you do, in return for sexual gratification. Vampire groupies," Lenore finished with a laugh.
"You mean, like goths and stuff?"
She laughed again. "Some of them are goths, yeah."
That made me think of the couple staying a few doors down from us. Black hair (probably dyed), lots of dark eye makeup and black clothing... I wondered if they were into vampires.
Lenore left me then, to have her talk with Sam. Shortly after the sun went down, the air took on an especially nippy quality, with that smell it gets when it's about to snow. Crisp, with a biting wind. It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. We'd gotten snow only a week before.
We never saw it coming.
*****
It snowed all night and the next morning. Looking out on a field of freshly driven snow, with no footprints in it yet, is one of the best things in the world. You feel like a kid again. All that white is just staring you in the face, daring you to run through it.
The smile on Sam's face, the pure joy, as he ran into a drift and plopped into it face first... well, nothing could have warmed my heart more. He and Lenore wore sunglasses to guard against the glare of sunlight coming off the white snow; it was blinding to their sensitive eyes. I was almost content to just watch them laugh and play, but I realized that there were no snow angels yet.
This had to be remedied.
The goth couple from a few doors down soon joined us. Tia and Jimmy. I wondered if they liked vampires, or had any idea that they were having a snowball fight with two of them. Before the day was done, the nearly empty parking lot had been turned into a battleground, complete with a couple of forts and an army of snowmen. And two snowvamps.
We put the heater to good use that night. Wet clothes hung all over the room. Sam eyed me jealously as I slurped a mug of hot chocolate. I offered to let him drink my blood afterward because I was figuring out why human blood tastes so much better than animal blood - because we eat delicious stuff that can be somewhat tasted in our blood. But Sam refused.
Someday soon, he'd get over it. Oh, would he ever get over it.
The next morning, I got us some food, including a few cartons of animal blood for Sam and Lenore. Very few people saw the magnitude of the blizzard coming. Oh, the weather man knew it was going to snow more, but...
By nightfall, the roads were unpassable.
Well, no big deal. We had food and the hope that the snow would let up some by the next day; I mean, we were good for at least a couple days, right? I was just happy that it seemed Sam had decided to stay.
Another day of snow-covered roads and people were raiding the grocery stores for anything they could get. When they said those roads weren't drivable, they meant that we were just about snowbound. I could hardly get the Impala through. Visibility was a big fat zero.
I tried to get more blood. The butcher had closed and not reopened since the big storm started. Well, why should he stay open? He didn't have a brother who could starve to death. There was only one grocery store that I could reach through the drifts and slick roads, and they didn't have a butcher shop, just a deli. They didn't have any animal blood. I was starting to get worried.
Sam was getting worried too. He watched the news reports with growing anxiety, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper, his fingernails becoming more ragged by the hour. Lenore put up a calm front. But eventually, we had to talk about it.
I asked her just how much blood a vampire needed to "eat" each day. She estimated that about two to three pints, at least four for someone as big as Sam, was the ideal amount. She knew it, and I knew it - there was no way I could keep them both alive if this storm went on much longer. Well, I could, but then I would be dead.
Unfortunately, because we didn't know how quickly the storm would escalate, they hadn't rationed out their supply of animal blood, and it was gone pretty quick. Sam had managed to survive on very little blood for two weeks when he first turned, so I hoped he'd be able to do it again. But maybe it was worse after a vampire had gotten used to regular feedings.
I couldn't even tell you how many days went by that we were snowbound. All I saw was Sam and Lenore getting paler, weaker, and more disoriented. I tried to go out and get them something more than once, and almost had to leave the Impala in a drift when I got stuck. One day, I set out on foot, and got lost out there for a few hours. I did manage, however, to capture a rabbit in a small snare that Dad had originally taught us how to make to trap imps. You'd be surprised how slippery those little bastards can be. Imps, not rabbits. Sam and Lenore were grateful to receive it, but it wasn't so pleasant watching them practically pounce on that furry little thing and drain it of its blood. They were both starving, I know. But the slurping and the growling and the rabbit screaming... I had to hide in the bathroom with my hands over my ears until one of them had the presence of mind to break its neck.
The rabbit helped. But Lenore still felt it was important to teach me a couple of tricks. She showed me how you could force a vampire's teeth to retract by grabbing him or her on either side of their jaw and pressing firmly. Sammy was listening in, and the topic made him fly into a rage. He tearfully insisted that he and Lenore had to leave before they killed me. I had already demonstrated that I would wind up a Deansicle if I left. But I knew they wouldn't make it either. Both were weak, with raspy voices and black shadows under their eyes. Sam just wouldn't listen.
Lenore went after him when he threw the door open and charged out into the storm, muttering, "I won't kill my brother to live." Way to be overdramatic, Sammy.
Since Sam had gone out there with no protection from the cold, I was gathering up their coats to bring to them when I heard Lenore's cry drifting back on the howling wind. "Dean! Dean!" she screamed.
Sam was face down in the snow and unresponsive. He hadn't made it more than fifty feet. I turned him over. The tears he'd shed at the thought of accidentally killing me were frozen on his face. Lenore and I had to carry him back into the room.
I'd never seen Sam so pale. We put him on one of the beds, wrapped him in blankets, and tried to revive him, but he was very disoriented. I didn't even think about it, just put my arms around him and sat him up, one hand supporting the back of his neck, and buried his face into my throat. And waited.
"Come on, Sammy. You know it's there. Take some," I coaxed.
"Oh, Dean," Lenore choked, and started to cry.
"He'll be okay," I said in response.
Sam was slow to respond. After a good minute of waiting, his wet hair against my chin and cold lips on my neck, I finally felt his fangs come out. He groaned and then bit me.
I let out a grunt of pain before coaxing him some more. "There we go, Sammy. That a boy, that a boy." Sam was very slow to drink, he was that weak. I stroked his hair to soothe him, hoping he wouldn't realize what he was doing before he got at least some nourishment.
Sam didn't drink a whole lot. He was just too out of it. I had to lay him back down, unsatisfied that he'd gotten enough blood to sustain him.
I turned to Lenore. "As long as I'm already bleeding..." Turning my head up, I offered my neck to her.
There was some hesitation. "Sam needs it more than me."
I quoted one of my favorite commercials. "Crunch all you want, I'll make more."
Lenore's eyes, half-focused, passed over my neck. The blood ran slowly toward my shirt. "Alright," she sighed, and moved in.
Her tongue licked up the errant streams that had run from the puncture wounds Sam had made. Then she began to drink, trying not to bring out her own fangs and make my injury worse. Lenore hadn't been at it long when she clutched her stomach and began to moan.
"Lenore?"
"We... we've gone too long without eating. Sometimes your... stomach tries to... reject it," she panted. "Maybe we should... start... slow."
"Sure. Do you want anymore?" I held my collar away from my neck.
Lenore took one last look at the blood and fell back, her eyes rolling up into her head. She went into convulsions. It scared the hell out of me.
I did everything I could for her until the jerking and clipped grunting stopped. When the convulsions were over, Lenore started to cry again. "Dean, how are we ever going to get out of this?"
I held her. "It'll be okay," I promised. "The snow will stop soon."
*****
They both slept for a couple hours after that. I took off my bloodstained shirt and cleaned up the wound. The best thing I could do, I thought, would be to keep up my strength so they could drink from me little by little, so I had something to eat. My food was being rationed to last at this point. Still, I could fill my stomach, and that I did, for their sake more than mine.
Just in case, I stirred up the refrigerated dead man's blood and dipped a knife in it. I'd barely put the jar of blood down on the counter when I heard a noise behind me. Before I could turn around, Sam's arms closed around my chest from behind, pinning my arms to my sides, and he sank his fangs into the right side of my neck. I yelped in surprise. He was growling like an animal. My feet were barely touching the floor now, leaving me only the tips of my bare toes for balance.
"Sam! Don't!" I cried. "You'll regret it when you come to your senses!"
But I wasn't talking to Sam at this point. He had reverted to a feral state, a purely vampire state. Lenore had warned me this could happen.
"Sammy!"
Sam began to drink from me slowly. Was he savoring it? Did it hurt his stomach to drink too fast? I didn't know. But at least it would buy me some time.
It was then that Lenore came around to my front. Her pupils shined with pinpoints of light. That supernatural, inner light of the vampire. Otherwise, Lenore's eyes were dead and sinister. She, too, could not currently be reasoned with.
I tried anyway. "Lenore, it's me, Dean. You don't want to kill me."
"Hungry," she rasped. Lenore plastered herself against me, rubbing her body all over mine and stroking my hair. "So hungry." Her fangs sank into the left side of my neck.
This is the part where I had no idea how to react and my thinking got all muddled. I don't know what it is with vampires, but there often seems to be a sexual component to their feeding when they drink directly from a human. As if they get a high off of playing with their food. Suddenly, there were hands all over me. Running up my bare chest, fingering my nipples, sliding under the waistband of my jeans... I couldn't help it, and got hard almost instantly. Man, they were going to owe me once we got out of this mess. I had to stop them this time, but we were going to do this again, you can bet on that. For a few quick moments, we were a mass of panting, moaning, sucking, writhing creatures, and it felt amazing.
I saw my chance when Sammy relaxed his hold on one of my arms to move his hand down. The knife, covered in dead man's blood, was still in my hand, and I brought it up before they could stop me. The next second, I'd plunged it into Lenore's back.
She groaned loudly in pain. Her head snapped back, and those blank eyes stared at me in confusion and betrayal. Lenore suddenly looked as if she might throw up. I yanked out the knife, and she slid down to the floor, almost unconscious.
Her blood was on the knife now, but that didn't mean that some of the dead man's blood wasn't still on it. I went to cut Sam across the arm, but he grabbed my wrist with one hand and we grappled with the knife. Next thing I knew, his other hand was slipping under the waistband of my jeans again and just plunged right on in this time. Sam firmly gripped my cock in his hand and started to stroke me down. I couldn't have been more shocked.
A surprised moan escaped me. "Sammy!"
He whispered in my ear, sounding hoarse and weak. "Let me have it, Dean. I'm your brother. I won't drink it all." As my blood welled up in the puncture wounds he'd made, Sam licked it off. "Just relax. I can make it feel good."
He wasn't lying there. Even without the vampire strength, Sam has a firm, strong grip. I had a hard time concentrating with that hand and those fingers trying to get me off. Yeah, I know that's totally sick, and don't think it wasn't freaking me out. He's my brother. But I couldn't free myself, and Sammy knows what I like. A body just reacts.
Using sex against me. Smart vampire.
"Sam, you're not yourself. You want to stop now before you really hurt me."
He licked the blood from my neck again. That sent nice tremors up my spine. "You like it, Dean. Just relax and stop fighting. I know it feels good." Lick, firm strokes. "I'll do more to you if you let me have as much blood as I want. Please, Dean, I'm so hungry."
Sam sounded so pitiful and desperate, and the things he said - he definitely just wasn't himself. The bloodlust was stronger than him. Even so, he was still physically stronger than me. The only way I'd be able to slip him a dose of the dead man's blood would be if I could trick him. "Okay, Sammy... okay. Just don't take too much." I leaned my head back on his shoulder and relaxed with an aroused moan. It had to look good. Plus I was just really turned on.
Sam paused to assess my honesty. I kept my eyes closed and moaned again. That slow, firm stroking was such a distraction to my train of thought. "Unnh, Sammy," I panted. He soon sunk his teeth into the puncture wounds in my neck and put most of his attention back on sucking my blood.
I waited until his opposite hand, the one holding my wrist, loosened its grip. Sam reached for the knife to take it away from me. That's when I struck. Slashing blindly at his hand, the knife connected with his palm, cutting all the way across it. He opened his mouth to yell and that gave me the chance to duck down, away from those fangs, and slash his forearm as he went for the knife again. I struggled to get free. It only took a few seconds for the dead man's blood to start working. Sam's grip on me weakened bit by bit, although he tried to maintain it. It was the hand in my pants that I had the most trouble disengaging from my person.
Making a nauseated sound, Sam finally released me and fell down. I worked as quickly as I could. They both had to be tied up before I could dress their wounds, and mine. I was really getting marked up by those two. Sam, I tied to a chair, and Lenore, I tied down to one of the beds, with lots of padding under her back where I stabbed her. Anytime they started to recover, I had to cut them with the knife, soaked in dead man's blood. Otherwise, they'd probably escape their bonds with that vampire strength. It killed me to keep hurting them like that, but I had no choice.
The only way I was going to get my brother and Lenore back was to feed them enough blood to nourish them. This was not something I could do on my own; I'd surely die of blood loss. I had no way of knowing how much longer the blizzard would last. What I did have were two very sick vampires who would not get better unless I came up with something fast. If I didn't stop their starvation, they would probably die, or possibly break free and drain the other guests trapped in this motel by the snowstorm.
The other guests in this motel...
You could say that thought turned on a lightbulb over my head. And I wondered again if Tia and Jimmy were into vampires.
Chapter 4
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