SN AU Fic: Restless (Mayaverse #12)
Title: Restless
Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Bela; Dean/OFC; Sam/OFC
Spoilers: “ Ruthless Game,” “ Love Bites,” “ Maelstrom,” “ Moonlust”
Word Count: 4,316
Notable Credits: thanks to my awesome betas, aphrodite33, bodgei, cg_chevygirl, moondropz, raloria and x5vale. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was.
Author’s Notes: this is set in an AU where the Impala did not get reamed by the semi, John didn’t make the same deal with the Demon in the show, never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted,” and Dean never had to make the deal he did in “All Hell Breaks Loose 2”
Summary: In which we learn why the werewolves hate the vampires, and Dean gets a little restless.
Welcome to nowhere
and finding out where it is
And fixing your problems and starting over again
You’re feeding your ego
with what you can see outside
And your killing yourself
for not speaking your mind
~ Shinedown ©2003
Please read Moonlust first! thanks!
The woman with the long brown hair sat at the restaurant table drinking a beer. The vampire with her had shaggy brown hair, and when he said something to her, she laughed, her violet eyes sparkling. From across the unfamiliar room, Maya watched her and Sam Winchester, and when the other woman laughed, Maya had to grab onto a nearby chair to steady herself from the memories she was assailed with from the other woman.
She was in a dark, dimly-lit tavern, wiping out a wooden mug with a dirty rag when the men burst open the door. They wore brown tunics, leggings, and scuffed boots, and carried pitchforks, hoes, shovels and torches.
“Lysia,” the man in front of the group demanded.
Lysia stopped wiping the mug and looked at the men. They were here for a purpose, and it was not to decrease her taxes.
“Something is attacking our cattle, and we demand to know what it is.”
“I know not, good sirs. My people would never partake of the flesh of your cattle.”
“Would ye know who then?”
“I know not,” Lysia said, but then thought for a moment. “There are newcomers to the area, about an hours’ travel west of here. Perhaps they know of what thou seek.”
“Thank ye, wench,” the men said, and as they left, Lysia heard one of the men grumble, “King John will not be liking this.” And they were gone.
It was the next evening, at sunset when a haggard woman rushed into the tavern, holding something very close to her chest. She peered out the door before hastily shutting it, and seating herself at a table in the corner, where she could watch the whole room.
Lysia came out from behind the counter and over to the woman.
“Is everything aright, m’lady?”
She looked at Lysia with fear in her eyes. She shook her head violently. It was then Lysia got a smell of the woman’s garments - fire. A very big one.
“My lady, what has happened?” Lysia asked, concerned.
The bundle squirmed, and the woman released her tight embrace, and Lysia saw a beautiful baby girl. The woman sobbed out her story.
“There were men. Many men with torches. They demanded to know things my husband knew not. Something about cattle - I did not hear.”
Lysia went very still. The woman did not notice, and she continued.
“When we would not give them what they wanted, they burned it. Everything.” She turned to the infant.
“Elizabeth and I are all that is left of our community. You must help us, good mistress. Please!” The woman begged.
Lysia carefully rose, and leaned into the woman. “I shall return with warm food and drink. You must have your rest back. I know of no fire this day,” Lysia said.
“Twas yesterday night. I hid until first light, but knew not where I was going. I lost my way so many times, I know not where I even am.”
Lysia told her, and the woman’s eyes widened.
“But nay, it cannot be! That is but only an hour journey....” her voice trailed off.
“Ye can stay for food and drink, and the night, too,” Lysia told her. “However, if someone followed ye, ye would not be safe here either.”
Lysia had a sinking feeling she did not want to acknowledge, but showed the woman and her babe to her own room for the night.
Lysia returned before daybreak after a full night of feeding. The young woman and her babe woke shortly after. Lysia showed them to a table, and offered them breakfast. Over the meal, the mother told her story.
“We are new to the country. Our people keep to ourselves, we never did anyone any wrong. We are not outcasts!” she cried.
“Why do they call you outcasts?”
The woman looked around, suspicious, although the room was empty. When she spoke, it was in hushed tones anyway.
“Three nights of the month, some of us change. We turn into savage beasts at the full of the moon, and then we return to ourselves, with no memory of the nights.” The babe chose to fuss at that moment, and the woman repositioned herself to feed the little one. Lysia saw the babe’s eyes - a vibrant violet.
“She has very unusual eyes,” Lysia said.”
“Thank ye. Thou are very kind.”
Lysia hesitated. She sensed the dawn was soon to arrive, but had to get a burden off her chest.
“I must tell you that I am truly sorry about your people,” Lysia started. The babe had finished her nursing, and the mother was patting the infant’s back.
The woman instantly became suspicious, and Lysia swore the woman’s eyes flashed red. At that, her own eyes flashed gold, and the woman immediately scrambled from the chair and stood, wary of this creature who now had pointed teeth showing from between her lips.
“You!” the woman suddenly accused Lysia. “You sent them to us because we are not like the rest of you!”
“I am not like everyone else!” Lysia cried back.
“You are responsible for this!”
“I did not know the answer they sought. I only thought that you might have had that answer.”
“You are a traitor to the human race!” the woman nearly shouted, her eyes now glowing red, and her voice a snarl.
Lysia bared her fangs. “I am not human!”
But the woman seemed oblivious to Lysia’s replies, and held Elizabeth closer to her. “My name is Kaye of Eire, and I will make sure my children and their people hold you in blame for what has happened here.” And the woman was gone, the tavern door swinging from the force the woman closed it with.
Maya steadied herself, holding on to the chair. She felt a presence behind her, and allowed herself to sink backwards into the arms of Dean Winchester. She stayed there a moment, in his embrace, comforted knowing that he was there.
He held her, a limp frail body, that did not have the usual air of confidence a master vamp usually displayed. Something had deeply affected her.
Within a moment, she was back on her feet, but Dean still steadied her, his hand resting on the small of her back.
“We agreed to do this,” Dean gently reminded her, his voice a husky whisper in her ear, his breath tickling her skin.
“You agreed to do this. I cannot.” Maya’s gaze went to Elizabeth. “I know her. I have for a long time, though she does not know me.”
Dean followed her line of sight to the violet-eyed werewolf at the table next to his brother. They had agreed to be like two normal couples, out for a simple double dinner date. However, it seemed “normal” was difficult when they were three vampires and a werewolf.
“You’ll explain that to me later,” Dean growled low in Maya’s ear. “Just smile and pretend you want to be here.”
Maya smiled, but Dean knew it was forced.
~*~
“When I was 25, I embraced the Were culture,” Elizabeth explained later in to the night, over coffee and dessert. “We’re given a choice when we turn 21 - to either embrace the Wolf, or remain mortal. It had been just my mother and me during those years, and she was the only other Wolf I knew. We met other tribes as we wandered through England, but they looked at us suspiciously.
And everywhere we went, Mom told the Weres about the vampire that betrayed our village when I was only a month old.”
Dean and Sam looked at each other with finally some understanding of the animosity and hatred they first encountered with Emma, and Sam when he met Elizabeth. Maya moved closer to Dean, and she held on to his hand with both of hers in a grip that would have surely stopped the circulation if he hadn’t already been undead. He realized she’d been acting strangely since the master vampire first saw the werewolf.
“But what about us?” Sam asked.
“Over the centuries, I have learned there are exceptions to every rule. And Sam - ” She reached forward to weave her fingers through his hair, and then rest her palm on his cheek. Dean just snickered.
“I see what you mean,” the elder Winchester said.
Maya found the courage to speak, but it had nothing to do with what Elizabeth had just told them.
“The food was lovely, but I need other nourishment.” She nodded in the direction of the younger Winchester. “Sam,” she said. Turning to Elizabeth, she smiled a little more. “It was nice to meet you,” she said. Maya stood up, and Dean rose as well.
“See you Sammy - don’t stay out past dawn,” he teased. Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother and watched them leave.
“Well that was weird,” Elizabeth said.
“It was,” Sam agreed. “Almost like she was...”
“...pretending to like me? Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “Ahh, you can’t please everyone. She seems nice enough.”
“She’s an old vampire,” Sam said. “But you never ask a lady her age. I don’t think she’s told even Dean how old she is.”
“I was born in 1213. I think,” Elizabeth offered.
“Wow. Uh. I have no idea what to say about that.”
“Then don’t say anything.” She leaned in and kissed him. When the waiter came over, she gave him her card, and added a generous tip. She figured Sam would feed later, but she didn’t want to know the details. After all, he was still one of them.
~*~
“You what?!?” Dean nearly ran the Impala off the road when Maya told him how she knew Elizabeth. Instead he slammed on the brakes on the shoulder of the road near the Necropolis.
“I didn’t know the men would do that!” Maya protested.
Dean sat a moment, listening to the purr of the running engine. She had a point - she’d simply suggested the villagers might know who was responsible for the cattle.
“So who was it?” he finally asked.
“I never found out. It does make sense that it was Weres, because the happenings coincided with the full moon. But it might not have been those from Elizabeth’s village,” Maya said. Dean arched his brow at her answer.
“I’ve had almost 800 years to think about it,” she explained.
“Ahh,” Dean said, taking his foot off the brake, easing back on the gas, and driving the rest of the way to the Necropolis. It made sense now to Dean - why Maya had been acting the way she was. Talk about awkward.
They spent the night in - they made love, they fed, and made love again. It was only an hour before dawn before Dean curled around Maya to go to sleep. Maya slept, but Dean remained awake. He heard Sam’s door across the hall open and then close, and could sense his brother had done the same things that night. But what kept Dean awake was Maya’s story.
And a job. He was getting restless and needed to find a job. And for that, he’d need a human he could trust. He’d look online for the job, but he had a good place to start for a human.
He finally did fall asleep several hours later, thinking of the person he had in mind. She didn’t exactly trust him, but she could learn.
~*~
Dean breathed in the night air and waited. He reached out with senses his father had never taught him to use. He was searching for the one person he knew would never trust him, yet for some reason wouldn’t betray him either. Bela Talbot seemed like just that kind of person.
He found her, not all that far away, and was waiting for her on the hood of the Impala outside the complex when she finally returned. He wore jeans, boots and just a t-shirt. It wasn’t like cold air would bother him again. She wore a leather jacket, tan pants and a black blouse.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just break in. That is something you’re good at,” she said, her accent clipped.
In response, he flashed his fangs.
“Oh, that’s right!” she said, and Dean was certain she was mocking him, “You have to be invited in.”
He accompanied her to the front door.
“What? You really think I’m just going to invite you in? I’m not that stupid.”
“Well then, we’ll just have to talk out here. I need someone to....do things, go places...” Dean started.
“...during the day. Just for you? Aww, Dean you really do waste my time,” she said, putting her key in the lock.
Instantly, his hand was on her wrist, and he brought her hand up to his lips. He gently touched the back of her hand with his lips, and then looked into her face at eyes that matched his.
“We really don’t want to talk about this out here, do we?” He moved her hand down, so now his face was very close to hers. For a moment, his eyes flashed gold, and she moved towards him without meaning to.
“Yes, we should go inside then.” Her lips were very close to his.
“You have to invite me in,” he reminded her.
“Oh, right. Come on in then,” she whispered, her lips brushing his.
He let go of her wrist, and she blinked, as if she needed to remember what she’d been doing. She fiddled with the key in the lock, not wanting to meet Dean’s gaze again.
She managed to get the door open with more fumbling, but Dean’s warm hand on hers steadied her. She took the package she was carrying over to the kitchen, set it down on a counter, and took off her jacket and draped it over a chair. When she straightened up and turned to go back to the other room, she walked right into Dean, who had just closed and locked her door.
She put her hand on his well-muscled arm, intending to simply regain her balance, but she stayed there, transfixed for a moment, and then turned her gaze up at him. His eyes were dark, but she could see flecks of gold in them. She moved her eyes a little lower to his lips, that she was so close to minutes ago.
Without realizing what she was doing, she leaned up and kissed them softly. Dean took her by her upper arms, and kissed her back. She moaned against his mouth, surprised at his reaction to her kiss. His lips not leaving hers, he moved them until she was against a wall, and he pressed against her. Her arms went around his neck, and he lifted her so she was now at eye level with him. His eyebrows raised as her legs entwined around his, and she deepened the kiss.
She moved her arms, and started tugging at his shirt and the button on his jeans. He growled low in his throat and broke the kiss.
“Make sure this is what you really want,” he cautioned her.
She looked at him, her eyes blinking if she’d been hit with cold water. Then she smiled as if still enthralled. If I had known it would be this easy... he thought, and kissed her again.
“It is,” she said, almost purring against his mouth, and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled her blouse out of her slacks and ran his hands up the soft smooth skin of her back. She arched into him, and his mouth left hers and he trailed little kisses down her throat. She’d undone his jeans and was pulling his t-shirt out and up. When he lifted his head to move back to her lips, she’d pulled the shirt off over his head.
Holding her with one hand, he started to undo the buttons on her blouse. His eyes flashed gold as he felt the heat from her skin, hear the beat of her heart. But he kept his gaze on her blouse, as he wanted to ask her again with as little of the thrall influencing her as possible.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice a growl. The unbuttoned shirt gave way to reveal a black bra, and he slid a strap off her shoulder. As he was kissing the bare shoulder, she could barely keep her hands or her body off of him.
“Yes!” she said, her voice urgent. “I have no idea why, but I do, damn you,” she added.
He undid the button on her slacks, and she gasped as his fingertips gently caressed along her waist. Deftly, he undid her slacks, and she helped him slide them off, creating a tan puddle on the floor, and heard her heels fall in the pile as well. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her up. Her arms wound around his neck, and she was able to slide down him and kiss him on an even level.
He undid her bra one-handed, and he broke the kiss for the only important thing his brain could register.
“Bedroom?” he asked, his voice low.
“Back that way,” she tilted her head towards the back of the apartment, and he carried her back to her bed. He playfully tossed her on the bed and she giggled, and reached for his jeans. He sat on the bed and pulled off his boots while she kissed him on the shoulders and neck, even nibbled on his ear.
He growled again, and turned towards her, crawling across the bed, his eyes gold, but his fangs still retracted. He traced his fingers down her sides, watching her shudder with pleasure, and he hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them off with her help. She undid his jeans and he helped those find their way to the floor as well. His boxers were at the top of the pile.
“Don’t we need any... protection?” she asked.
“Not if I’m one of the undead,” he said, his fangs budding at the sight of her naked body. And she really did sleep on satin sheets, he noticed.
They caressed each other, sensually, with fingers and tongues, and he was careful to keep his fangs away from her until the time was right, but the hunger was driving him insane. His fingers found her most sensitive feminine place, and seeing her orgasm around his fingers so did not help the blood hunger either.
It was when she moaned his name that he eased her back onto the pillows. Her legs went around his waist and drew him into her where his fingers had given her so much pleasure before. She stretched like a lithe cat under him, and matched his every thrust and parry as they moved together.
Holding her arms up over her head, he came with one final thrust, and sank his fangs into the soft part of her lower arm. She moaned and continued to move against him as he drank. When he’d taken just the right amount, he withdrew from her and propped himself up on the pillows next to her. Using a fang, he made a small cut on his finger. He traced her lips with the other fingers, and she did as he figured - pulled his fingers into her mouth.
As she teased his finger with her tongue, she drank his blood as well. When she released his finger, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boxers out of the pile on the floor.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked, stretching out seductively for him.
“Yep,” he said. Damn, he kicked himself. She was still enthralled, he realized, and this was going to be a lot harder on her. He turned back to her.
“Why don’t you get dressed? We have a few more things to talk about.”
She sat up behind him and put her arms around him and kissed his neck. “Come back to bed,” she said, now nibbling on his ear.
“You need to get dressed, Bela. There’s something you need to know.”
She trailed kisses down his back, and he fought every urge to toss the boxers back on the floor, turn around and take her again. Instead, he stood up and pulled on his boxers. Turning around to face her, he flashed his gold eyes at her, and she fell back on the bed. Then she sat up and got her clothes off the floor as well, and put them on.
“Don’t do that!” she hissed, as she buttoned up her blouse.
“You sound just like Sammy did those first few months,” Dean said, smiling, pulling on his jeans, socks and boots.
“What the hell did we do here, Dean?” she asked, coming out of her reverie.
“Welcome back,” Dean said.
“Just tell me,” she snapped. He sat on the bed next to her.
“Look at me,” he told her. She turned away. “No mind tricks this time, I promise.”
She reluctantly looked at him. The only trace of the vampire were gold flecks in his hazel eyes.
“If I need you, if I call to you, if I even think your name....”
“Oh my god! You bastard!” she looked around for something to hit him with, and settled on trying to slap him. He caught her wrist.
“I didn’t turn you,” he said, his voice level and calm.
“You said I wasn’t bound to you!”
“You weren’t then. But what we just did here... you are now.” He grinned coyly, his fangs starting to bud.
“Damn you, Dean,” she said quietly. “And get the hell out,” she said, throwing his shirt at him.
He gave her a very wolf-like smile, his fangs at their full length.
“As a wise woman once told me, I already am damned.” He turned and walked out of the room, pulled his shirt on over his head as he left. He heard her shoe hit the wall behind him.
As he left her apartment, he smiled. She’d come around to him - the next time he called to her.
~*~
Dean settled behind the wheel of the car and watched Bela’s apartment lights. They stayed on for about an hour after she yelled at him to leave, and then went dark. He could have listened in to hear what she was saying about him to her cat. And since he’d fed, he could have reached out with his mind to watch her, but he didn’t. His cell phone ringing broke the silence of the night.
Sam started talking right away, about a job - which was what Dean was hoping for - but even with his advanced hearing had to yell for Sam to slow down.
“Sammy!” Dean yelled, and Sam stopped. “Try that again,” Dean prompted.
“Hopefully it’s a job - there was this guy in a church who shot himself in the head, and before that another guy totally went nuts in a hobby shop before the cops took him out.” Sam paused for a breath. “Might be demonic omens,” he finally said.
Dean thought for a moment. “Or it might be a suicide and a psycho scrap booker,” he finally replied, feeling snarky, but knowing it was a job.
“It’s what you want, Dean. A job. And it’s the best lead we have,” Sam added.
“Maya told you that, huh?” he mused. Looking back up at the darkened apartment, he thought about Bela, and then spoke again. “So where is it?”
“It’s a half-dead factory town in Westville, Ohio,” Sam said, as if he’d been waiting for Dean to ask.
“I’ll come pick you up and we’ll go.” He started the car, and continued the conversation as he drove back to the Necropolis. There were still a few good driving hours until dawn, when they’d have to stop for the day.
“Where did you go, anyway?”
“Bela’s.” He wasn't sure why he told Sam the truth.
“Have you lost your mind?”
‘”Yeah, I think I might have,” Dean admitted.
Sam was silent. When he spoke again, his suspicion was quite evident. “What did you do, Dean?”
“Nothing you already haven’t.”
“You didn’t?” Sam asked, thinking Dean slept with her.
“I did,” Dean answered, accurately guessing what Sam was asking.
“You didn’t turn her, did you?”
“Of course not, Sam! Just how crazy do you think I really am?” After a beat, Dean added, “Don’t answer that, Sammy.”
“So?” Sam prompted
“She’s...” Dean fumbled for a word or two. “She’s like Jo,” he ended up telling Sam.
“What about Maya?” Sam asked.
“What about Elizabeth?” Dean countered.
“Touché.”
“Now, about this job...?” Dean started. “You ready? ’Cause I’m here.”
Dean pulled up in front of the Necropolis and idled the car. He thought about just waiting for Sam to get in and then go. He at least had to tell Maya he was going He even reached for the keys to turn off the engine, but at that moment, Sam opened the passenger side door and got in, folding his legs into the car. He tossed Dean his jacket, and Dean put it in the backseat. He sat there a little longer, listening to the purr of the car.
“Dean? You in there?” Sam asked, leaning over and waving his hand in front of Dean’s face.
“Yeah, I’m here.” He came out of his reverie, and put the car in reverse, and backed away from the club. Maya had always known he’d return, and every time he did. She’d know he’d be back this time too.
Once they turned out on to the highway, he glanced over in Sam’s direction. He’d gone over in is head a million times what he was about to tell Sam, and finally decided his little brother needed to know.
“Let me tell you about Maya ... and Elizabeth,” Dean started, as they drove into the night.
The world is closing in
did you ever think that we could be so close
like brothers?
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind
of change.
someone is killing humans in LA, vampire-style, but " There's No Such Things As Vampires".... right?
***
Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Lysia/Maya, Kaye of Eire, the Necropolis, and Elizabeth are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, Bodge, ChevyGirl, Moondropz, Raloria and Valeria. Dean and Sam Winchester, and Bela Talbot were created by Eric Kripke, Ben Edlund, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Excerpts from “Sin City” (3x04) written by Robert Singer and Jeremy Carver. “In Memory” from “Leave a Whisper” by Shinedown, ©2003. “Winds of Change” from “Crazy World” by Scorpions, ©1990.
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Series: Mayaverse AU
Author: Trystan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Bela; Dean/OFC; Sam/OFC
Spoilers: “ Ruthless Game,” “ Love Bites,” “ Maelstrom,” “ Moonlust”
Word Count: 4,316
Notable Credits: thanks to my awesome betas, aphrodite33, bodgei, cg_chevygirl, moondropz, raloria and x5vale. Sam and Dean are not mine, although goddess knows I wish Dean was.
Author’s Notes: this is set in an AU where the Impala did not get reamed by the semi, John didn’t make the same deal with the Demon in the show, never told Dean the secret revealed in “Hunted,” and Dean never had to make the deal he did in “All Hell Breaks Loose 2”
Summary: In which we learn why the werewolves hate the vampires, and Dean gets a little restless.
Welcome to nowhere
and finding out where it is
And fixing your problems and starting over again
You’re feeding your ego
with what you can see outside
And your killing yourself
for not speaking your mind
~ Shinedown ©2003
Please read Moonlust first! thanks!
The woman with the long brown hair sat at the restaurant table drinking a beer. The vampire with her had shaggy brown hair, and when he said something to her, she laughed, her violet eyes sparkling. From across the unfamiliar room, Maya watched her and Sam Winchester, and when the other woman laughed, Maya had to grab onto a nearby chair to steady herself from the memories she was assailed with from the other woman.
She was in a dark, dimly-lit tavern, wiping out a wooden mug with a dirty rag when the men burst open the door. They wore brown tunics, leggings, and scuffed boots, and carried pitchforks, hoes, shovels and torches.
“Lysia,” the man in front of the group demanded.
Lysia stopped wiping the mug and looked at the men. They were here for a purpose, and it was not to decrease her taxes.
“Something is attacking our cattle, and we demand to know what it is.”
“I know not, good sirs. My people would never partake of the flesh of your cattle.”
“Would ye know who then?”
“I know not,” Lysia said, but then thought for a moment. “There are newcomers to the area, about an hours’ travel west of here. Perhaps they know of what thou seek.”
“Thank ye, wench,” the men said, and as they left, Lysia heard one of the men grumble, “King John will not be liking this.” And they were gone.
It was the next evening, at sunset when a haggard woman rushed into the tavern, holding something very close to her chest. She peered out the door before hastily shutting it, and seating herself at a table in the corner, where she could watch the whole room.
Lysia came out from behind the counter and over to the woman.
“Is everything aright, m’lady?”
She looked at Lysia with fear in her eyes. She shook her head violently. It was then Lysia got a smell of the woman’s garments - fire. A very big one.
“My lady, what has happened?” Lysia asked, concerned.
The bundle squirmed, and the woman released her tight embrace, and Lysia saw a beautiful baby girl. The woman sobbed out her story.
“There were men. Many men with torches. They demanded to know things my husband knew not. Something about cattle - I did not hear.”
Lysia went very still. The woman did not notice, and she continued.
“When we would not give them what they wanted, they burned it. Everything.” She turned to the infant.
“Elizabeth and I are all that is left of our community. You must help us, good mistress. Please!” The woman begged.
Lysia carefully rose, and leaned into the woman. “I shall return with warm food and drink. You must have your rest back. I know of no fire this day,” Lysia said.
“Twas yesterday night. I hid until first light, but knew not where I was going. I lost my way so many times, I know not where I even am.”
Lysia told her, and the woman’s eyes widened.
“But nay, it cannot be! That is but only an hour journey....” her voice trailed off.
“Ye can stay for food and drink, and the night, too,” Lysia told her. “However, if someone followed ye, ye would not be safe here either.”
Lysia had a sinking feeling she did not want to acknowledge, but showed the woman and her babe to her own room for the night.
Lysia returned before daybreak after a full night of feeding. The young woman and her babe woke shortly after. Lysia showed them to a table, and offered them breakfast. Over the meal, the mother told her story.
“We are new to the country. Our people keep to ourselves, we never did anyone any wrong. We are not outcasts!” she cried.
“Why do they call you outcasts?”
The woman looked around, suspicious, although the room was empty. When she spoke, it was in hushed tones anyway.
“Three nights of the month, some of us change. We turn into savage beasts at the full of the moon, and then we return to ourselves, with no memory of the nights.” The babe chose to fuss at that moment, and the woman repositioned herself to feed the little one. Lysia saw the babe’s eyes - a vibrant violet.
“She has very unusual eyes,” Lysia said.”
“Thank ye. Thou are very kind.”
Lysia hesitated. She sensed the dawn was soon to arrive, but had to get a burden off her chest.
“I must tell you that I am truly sorry about your people,” Lysia started. The babe had finished her nursing, and the mother was patting the infant’s back.
The woman instantly became suspicious, and Lysia swore the woman’s eyes flashed red. At that, her own eyes flashed gold, and the woman immediately scrambled from the chair and stood, wary of this creature who now had pointed teeth showing from between her lips.
“You!” the woman suddenly accused Lysia. “You sent them to us because we are not like the rest of you!”
“I am not like everyone else!” Lysia cried back.
“You are responsible for this!”
“I did not know the answer they sought. I only thought that you might have had that answer.”
“You are a traitor to the human race!” the woman nearly shouted, her eyes now glowing red, and her voice a snarl.
Lysia bared her fangs. “I am not human!”
But the woman seemed oblivious to Lysia’s replies, and held Elizabeth closer to her. “My name is Kaye of Eire, and I will make sure my children and their people hold you in blame for what has happened here.” And the woman was gone, the tavern door swinging from the force the woman closed it with.
Maya steadied herself, holding on to the chair. She felt a presence behind her, and allowed herself to sink backwards into the arms of Dean Winchester. She stayed there a moment, in his embrace, comforted knowing that he was there.
He held her, a limp frail body, that did not have the usual air of confidence a master vamp usually displayed. Something had deeply affected her.
Within a moment, she was back on her feet, but Dean still steadied her, his hand resting on the small of her back.
“We agreed to do this,” Dean gently reminded her, his voice a husky whisper in her ear, his breath tickling her skin.
“You agreed to do this. I cannot.” Maya’s gaze went to Elizabeth. “I know her. I have for a long time, though she does not know me.”
Dean followed her line of sight to the violet-eyed werewolf at the table next to his brother. They had agreed to be like two normal couples, out for a simple double dinner date. However, it seemed “normal” was difficult when they were three vampires and a werewolf.
“You’ll explain that to me later,” Dean growled low in Maya’s ear. “Just smile and pretend you want to be here.”
Maya smiled, but Dean knew it was forced.
~*~
“When I was 25, I embraced the Were culture,” Elizabeth explained later in to the night, over coffee and dessert. “We’re given a choice when we turn 21 - to either embrace the Wolf, or remain mortal. It had been just my mother and me during those years, and she was the only other Wolf I knew. We met other tribes as we wandered through England, but they looked at us suspiciously.
And everywhere we went, Mom told the Weres about the vampire that betrayed our village when I was only a month old.”
Dean and Sam looked at each other with finally some understanding of the animosity and hatred they first encountered with Emma, and Sam when he met Elizabeth. Maya moved closer to Dean, and she held on to his hand with both of hers in a grip that would have surely stopped the circulation if he hadn’t already been undead. He realized she’d been acting strangely since the master vampire first saw the werewolf.
“But what about us?” Sam asked.
“Over the centuries, I have learned there are exceptions to every rule. And Sam - ” She reached forward to weave her fingers through his hair, and then rest her palm on his cheek. Dean just snickered.
“I see what you mean,” the elder Winchester said.
Maya found the courage to speak, but it had nothing to do with what Elizabeth had just told them.
“The food was lovely, but I need other nourishment.” She nodded in the direction of the younger Winchester. “Sam,” she said. Turning to Elizabeth, she smiled a little more. “It was nice to meet you,” she said. Maya stood up, and Dean rose as well.
“See you Sammy - don’t stay out past dawn,” he teased. Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother and watched them leave.
“Well that was weird,” Elizabeth said.
“It was,” Sam agreed. “Almost like she was...”
“...pretending to like me? Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “Ahh, you can’t please everyone. She seems nice enough.”
“She’s an old vampire,” Sam said. “But you never ask a lady her age. I don’t think she’s told even Dean how old she is.”
“I was born in 1213. I think,” Elizabeth offered.
“Wow. Uh. I have no idea what to say about that.”
“Then don’t say anything.” She leaned in and kissed him. When the waiter came over, she gave him her card, and added a generous tip. She figured Sam would feed later, but she didn’t want to know the details. After all, he was still one of them.
~*~
“You what?!?” Dean nearly ran the Impala off the road when Maya told him how she knew Elizabeth. Instead he slammed on the brakes on the shoulder of the road near the Necropolis.
“I didn’t know the men would do that!” Maya protested.
Dean sat a moment, listening to the purr of the running engine. She had a point - she’d simply suggested the villagers might know who was responsible for the cattle.
“So who was it?” he finally asked.
“I never found out. It does make sense that it was Weres, because the happenings coincided with the full moon. But it might not have been those from Elizabeth’s village,” Maya said. Dean arched his brow at her answer.
“I’ve had almost 800 years to think about it,” she explained.
“Ahh,” Dean said, taking his foot off the brake, easing back on the gas, and driving the rest of the way to the Necropolis. It made sense now to Dean - why Maya had been acting the way she was. Talk about awkward.
They spent the night in - they made love, they fed, and made love again. It was only an hour before dawn before Dean curled around Maya to go to sleep. Maya slept, but Dean remained awake. He heard Sam’s door across the hall open and then close, and could sense his brother had done the same things that night. But what kept Dean awake was Maya’s story.
And a job. He was getting restless and needed to find a job. And for that, he’d need a human he could trust. He’d look online for the job, but he had a good place to start for a human.
He finally did fall asleep several hours later, thinking of the person he had in mind. She didn’t exactly trust him, but she could learn.
~*~
Dean breathed in the night air and waited. He reached out with senses his father had never taught him to use. He was searching for the one person he knew would never trust him, yet for some reason wouldn’t betray him either. Bela Talbot seemed like just that kind of person.
He found her, not all that far away, and was waiting for her on the hood of the Impala outside the complex when she finally returned. He wore jeans, boots and just a t-shirt. It wasn’t like cold air would bother him again. She wore a leather jacket, tan pants and a black blouse.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just break in. That is something you’re good at,” she said, her accent clipped.
In response, he flashed his fangs.
“Oh, that’s right!” she said, and Dean was certain she was mocking him, “You have to be invited in.”
He accompanied her to the front door.
“What? You really think I’m just going to invite you in? I’m not that stupid.”
“Well then, we’ll just have to talk out here. I need someone to....do things, go places...” Dean started.
“...during the day. Just for you? Aww, Dean you really do waste my time,” she said, putting her key in the lock.
Instantly, his hand was on her wrist, and he brought her hand up to his lips. He gently touched the back of her hand with his lips, and then looked into her face at eyes that matched his.
“We really don’t want to talk about this out here, do we?” He moved her hand down, so now his face was very close to hers. For a moment, his eyes flashed gold, and she moved towards him without meaning to.
“Yes, we should go inside then.” Her lips were very close to his.
“You have to invite me in,” he reminded her.
“Oh, right. Come on in then,” she whispered, her lips brushing his.
He let go of her wrist, and she blinked, as if she needed to remember what she’d been doing. She fiddled with the key in the lock, not wanting to meet Dean’s gaze again.
She managed to get the door open with more fumbling, but Dean’s warm hand on hers steadied her. She took the package she was carrying over to the kitchen, set it down on a counter, and took off her jacket and draped it over a chair. When she straightened up and turned to go back to the other room, she walked right into Dean, who had just closed and locked her door.
She put her hand on his well-muscled arm, intending to simply regain her balance, but she stayed there, transfixed for a moment, and then turned her gaze up at him. His eyes were dark, but she could see flecks of gold in them. She moved her eyes a little lower to his lips, that she was so close to minutes ago.
Without realizing what she was doing, she leaned up and kissed them softly. Dean took her by her upper arms, and kissed her back. She moaned against his mouth, surprised at his reaction to her kiss. His lips not leaving hers, he moved them until she was against a wall, and he pressed against her. Her arms went around his neck, and he lifted her so she was now at eye level with him. His eyebrows raised as her legs entwined around his, and she deepened the kiss.
She moved her arms, and started tugging at his shirt and the button on his jeans. He growled low in his throat and broke the kiss.
“Make sure this is what you really want,” he cautioned her.
She looked at him, her eyes blinking if she’d been hit with cold water. Then she smiled as if still enthralled. If I had known it would be this easy... he thought, and kissed her again.
“It is,” she said, almost purring against his mouth, and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled her blouse out of her slacks and ran his hands up the soft smooth skin of her back. She arched into him, and his mouth left hers and he trailed little kisses down her throat. She’d undone his jeans and was pulling his t-shirt out and up. When he lifted his head to move back to her lips, she’d pulled the shirt off over his head.
Holding her with one hand, he started to undo the buttons on her blouse. His eyes flashed gold as he felt the heat from her skin, hear the beat of her heart. But he kept his gaze on her blouse, as he wanted to ask her again with as little of the thrall influencing her as possible.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice a growl. The unbuttoned shirt gave way to reveal a black bra, and he slid a strap off her shoulder. As he was kissing the bare shoulder, she could barely keep her hands or her body off of him.
“Yes!” she said, her voice urgent. “I have no idea why, but I do, damn you,” she added.
He undid the button on her slacks, and she gasped as his fingertips gently caressed along her waist. Deftly, he undid her slacks, and she helped him slide them off, creating a tan puddle on the floor, and heard her heels fall in the pile as well. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her up. Her arms wound around his neck, and she was able to slide down him and kiss him on an even level.
He undid her bra one-handed, and he broke the kiss for the only important thing his brain could register.
“Bedroom?” he asked, his voice low.
“Back that way,” she tilted her head towards the back of the apartment, and he carried her back to her bed. He playfully tossed her on the bed and she giggled, and reached for his jeans. He sat on the bed and pulled off his boots while she kissed him on the shoulders and neck, even nibbled on his ear.
He growled again, and turned towards her, crawling across the bed, his eyes gold, but his fangs still retracted. He traced his fingers down her sides, watching her shudder with pleasure, and he hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them off with her help. She undid his jeans and he helped those find their way to the floor as well. His boxers were at the top of the pile.
“Don’t we need any... protection?” she asked.
“Not if I’m one of the undead,” he said, his fangs budding at the sight of her naked body. And she really did sleep on satin sheets, he noticed.
They caressed each other, sensually, with fingers and tongues, and he was careful to keep his fangs away from her until the time was right, but the hunger was driving him insane. His fingers found her most sensitive feminine place, and seeing her orgasm around his fingers so did not help the blood hunger either.
It was when she moaned his name that he eased her back onto the pillows. Her legs went around his waist and drew him into her where his fingers had given her so much pleasure before. She stretched like a lithe cat under him, and matched his every thrust and parry as they moved together.
Holding her arms up over her head, he came with one final thrust, and sank his fangs into the soft part of her lower arm. She moaned and continued to move against him as he drank. When he’d taken just the right amount, he withdrew from her and propped himself up on the pillows next to her. Using a fang, he made a small cut on his finger. He traced her lips with the other fingers, and she did as he figured - pulled his fingers into her mouth.
As she teased his finger with her tongue, she drank his blood as well. When she released his finger, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his boxers out of the pile on the floor.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked, stretching out seductively for him.
“Yep,” he said. Damn, he kicked himself. She was still enthralled, he realized, and this was going to be a lot harder on her. He turned back to her.
“Why don’t you get dressed? We have a few more things to talk about.”
She sat up behind him and put her arms around him and kissed his neck. “Come back to bed,” she said, now nibbling on his ear.
“You need to get dressed, Bela. There’s something you need to know.”
She trailed kisses down his back, and he fought every urge to toss the boxers back on the floor, turn around and take her again. Instead, he stood up and pulled on his boxers. Turning around to face her, he flashed his gold eyes at her, and she fell back on the bed. Then she sat up and got her clothes off the floor as well, and put them on.
“Don’t do that!” she hissed, as she buttoned up her blouse.
“You sound just like Sammy did those first few months,” Dean said, smiling, pulling on his jeans, socks and boots.
“What the hell did we do here, Dean?” she asked, coming out of her reverie.
“Welcome back,” Dean said.
“Just tell me,” she snapped. He sat on the bed next to her.
“Look at me,” he told her. She turned away. “No mind tricks this time, I promise.”
She reluctantly looked at him. The only trace of the vampire were gold flecks in his hazel eyes.
“If I need you, if I call to you, if I even think your name....”
“Oh my god! You bastard!” she looked around for something to hit him with, and settled on trying to slap him. He caught her wrist.
“I didn’t turn you,” he said, his voice level and calm.
“You said I wasn’t bound to you!”
“You weren’t then. But what we just did here... you are now.” He grinned coyly, his fangs starting to bud.
“Damn you, Dean,” she said quietly. “And get the hell out,” she said, throwing his shirt at him.
He gave her a very wolf-like smile, his fangs at their full length.
“As a wise woman once told me, I already am damned.” He turned and walked out of the room, pulled his shirt on over his head as he left. He heard her shoe hit the wall behind him.
As he left her apartment, he smiled. She’d come around to him - the next time he called to her.
~*~
Dean settled behind the wheel of the car and watched Bela’s apartment lights. They stayed on for about an hour after she yelled at him to leave, and then went dark. He could have listened in to hear what she was saying about him to her cat. And since he’d fed, he could have reached out with his mind to watch her, but he didn’t. His cell phone ringing broke the silence of the night.
Sam started talking right away, about a job - which was what Dean was hoping for - but even with his advanced hearing had to yell for Sam to slow down.
“Sammy!” Dean yelled, and Sam stopped. “Try that again,” Dean prompted.
“Hopefully it’s a job - there was this guy in a church who shot himself in the head, and before that another guy totally went nuts in a hobby shop before the cops took him out.” Sam paused for a breath. “Might be demonic omens,” he finally said.
Dean thought for a moment. “Or it might be a suicide and a psycho scrap booker,” he finally replied, feeling snarky, but knowing it was a job.
“It’s what you want, Dean. A job. And it’s the best lead we have,” Sam added.
“Maya told you that, huh?” he mused. Looking back up at the darkened apartment, he thought about Bela, and then spoke again. “So where is it?”
“It’s a half-dead factory town in Westville, Ohio,” Sam said, as if he’d been waiting for Dean to ask.
“I’ll come pick you up and we’ll go.” He started the car, and continued the conversation as he drove back to the Necropolis. There were still a few good driving hours until dawn, when they’d have to stop for the day.
“Where did you go, anyway?”
“Bela’s.” He wasn't sure why he told Sam the truth.
“Have you lost your mind?”
‘”Yeah, I think I might have,” Dean admitted.
Sam was silent. When he spoke again, his suspicion was quite evident. “What did you do, Dean?”
“Nothing you already haven’t.”
“You didn’t?” Sam asked, thinking Dean slept with her.
“I did,” Dean answered, accurately guessing what Sam was asking.
“You didn’t turn her, did you?”
“Of course not, Sam! Just how crazy do you think I really am?” After a beat, Dean added, “Don’t answer that, Sammy.”
“So?” Sam prompted
“She’s...” Dean fumbled for a word or two. “She’s like Jo,” he ended up telling Sam.
“What about Maya?” Sam asked.
“What about Elizabeth?” Dean countered.
“Touché.”
“Now, about this job...?” Dean started. “You ready? ’Cause I’m here.”
Dean pulled up in front of the Necropolis and idled the car. He thought about just waiting for Sam to get in and then go. He at least had to tell Maya he was going He even reached for the keys to turn off the engine, but at that moment, Sam opened the passenger side door and got in, folding his legs into the car. He tossed Dean his jacket, and Dean put it in the backseat. He sat there a little longer, listening to the purr of the car.
“Dean? You in there?” Sam asked, leaning over and waving his hand in front of Dean’s face.
“Yeah, I’m here.” He came out of his reverie, and put the car in reverse, and backed away from the club. Maya had always known he’d return, and every time he did. She’d know he’d be back this time too.
Once they turned out on to the highway, he glanced over in Sam’s direction. He’d gone over in is head a million times what he was about to tell Sam, and finally decided his little brother needed to know.
“Let me tell you about Maya ... and Elizabeth,” Dean started, as they drove into the night.
The world is closing in
did you ever think that we could be so close
like brothers?
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind
of change.
someone is killing humans in LA, vampire-style, but " There's No Such Things As Vampires".... right?
***
Supernatural Fan Fiction
For entertainment only
© 2007 by Caren Franco
Only Lysia/Maya, Kaye of Eire, the Necropolis, and Elizabeth are original. Beta-read by Aphrodite, Bodge, ChevyGirl, Moondropz, Raloria and Valeria. Dean and Sam Winchester, and Bela Talbot were created by Eric Kripke, Ben Edlund, Robert Singer, Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal and Entertainment; Warner Brothers and the CW. Excerpts from “Sin City” (3x04) written by Robert Singer and Jeremy Carver. “In Memory” from “Leave a Whisper” by Shinedown, ©2003. “Winds of Change” from “Crazy World” by Scorpions, ©1990.
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