Hunted - SN fic - PG13
Oct. 15th, 2006 07:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tigriswolfFandom: SN
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Bloodlust"
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: none
Wordcount: 1180
Point of view: third
Notes: for the lovely
your_hero_diedGordon's pov
Sam's pov
Dean's pov
She hasn’t drunk human blood in over a century. She remembers its full, rich taste, the thick texture sliding down her throat; she recalls with longing the scent, the tangy, copper smell of life. She even remembers the feel of it, blood dribbling between her fingers as she played with the humans. And the sight—oh, the sight of the crimson blood of humanity! She could wax poetic about it for years.
But she has restraint and she learned, and she commands her pack to eat anything else.
And for a hundred years, so it was. She did not hunt humans, so they did not hunt her. Her pack developed jobs, lived in the human world. They drank cattle blood and they sampled human food, and if they weren’t as strong as other vampires, at least they went unhunted.
But then a hunter started killing them. For no reason she could see, he tracked and murdered them. No one of her pack had sampled humans in over a hundred years!
And that, she knew, was the only reason he succeeded. They were weak, so weak—and he killed Christina. He killed William.
She had heard whispers on the night air of a hunter gone mad. One who killed and killed, for no reason other than he could. He followed packs from nest to nest, picked them off one by one. Rumors of his reasons circulated from nest to nest, but none knew the truth.
Not even a thousand vampires remained in North America and the hunters were slowly lessening the number. Some, she knew, believed them already extinct.
Her pack once had fifteen members. After she decreed no human blood, three ran at noon, together. And then over the course of a hundred years, the pack was whittled down to eight: Christina, Conrad, Eli, William, Isaac, Martin, Jocelyn, and her.
Then the hunter came and they were down to six.
She told Isaac, Martin, Jocelyn, Conrad, and Eli to lay low, to call in sick, to not leave their homes. Conrad told her he had to go to work, so with a heavy heart she sent him off. They’d lived in the town for twenty years and she knew it was time to move on. She catalogued all they’d accumulated, deciding what to keep, when Eli told her of Conrad’s murder.
He and Isaac had followed the killers—three hunters—to a bar. Isaac was sticking to the shadows, still there.
Eli begged her to allow a kill but she commanded they wait and watch. “If they separate,” she said, “pick one. Bring him here. Use all caution.”
When they brought in the hunter, he was younger than she’d expected. Also, he seemed unafraid—no, more than that. He seemed weary, lost. But he had bravado and played a good game. She looked into his eyes and knew this was one hunter who could be trusted.
It had been her gift in life, the ability to look into souls. With death, it remained. So she had Eli and Isaac return him to his room, her show of faith.
She hasn’t drunk human blood in over a century. She’s wanted to, longed for it, even dreamt of it sliding down her throat, sating her, returning her to full strength.
And now the murdering hunter, the mad hunter, is tormenting her with the younger one’s blood. She remembers the taste, and the scent is overpowering.
Human blood, life blood, blood….
Over a hundred years ago, she defeated the lust. She no longer needs human blood and she knows it. The mad hunter is trying to prove her to be a beast and the younger knows she is not.
She forces her teeth back and turns her head. “No,” she whimpers. “No.”
The mad hunter’s disbelief is a tangible feeling and the younger’s pride for her overcomes the scent of his blood.
They speak, the younger and the other, but she’s too far gone to understand. He lifts her, easier than she lifted that box what feels like a lifetime ago. She is so weak. He carries her out of the house and sets her on the ground, looks over her wounds.
She hasn’t drunk human blood in over a century.
He places his arm to her lips and says, “Drink. You need it. It’s okay.”
She looks up into his green eyes, full of kindness and life and an earnestness she hasn’t seen in longer than she can remember.
“No.” It’s the hardest thing she’s ever done. “No.”
He lowers his arm and smiles. “Okay, Lenore,” he says, and then stands. “I’m going to our car, alright? We have towels and water. I’ll clean you up a little, find you some blood.”
She settles onto her back and stares at the sky. It seems ages later when he returns and she doesn’t move. He gently presses a towel to her wounds, sloshes water into them. She hears thuds and groans from the house and almost grins.
The other hunter. This one’s brother. Danger.
The mad hunter hadn’t a chance.
Lenore feels Eli and the others approaching. She shifts her head, catches the hunter’s eye. “My pack is coming,” she whispers, voice hoarse.
He licks his lips and glances toward the door.
“They won’t attack you,” she tells him, so quietly even she can barely hear it. He scoffs and raises the bottle of water to her lips. She sips and he slumps down next to her, waiting for the pack.
Isaac and Martin will be furious. Jocelyn will be barely restrained from entering the house and killing the mad hunter. Eli… well, Lenore remembers the brotherr’s face when the mad one placed the knife to the younger’s throat.
Eli strides out of the darkness, face full of fire. It hurts but she raises her arm—“Don’t.” Eli glares at the hunter and kneels beside her, lightly traces her jaw.
“What happened?” he snarls, eyes gentle and furious.
“Gordon,” the hunter says. “Dean and I barely got here in time.”
The rest of the pack melts into sight and Jocelyn growls, lunging forward to attack the hunter. Eli jumps to meet her, holding her back, and Isaac takes Eli’s place.
“She needs blood,” Isaac says, looking up at the hunter. Lenore follows his eyes and shakes her head.
“He offered,” she tells her pack, proud of the hunter. “I refused.”
Jocelyn calms at the words and Eli lets her go; she sinks to the ground besides Lenore and brushes some of the hair off her face. “How bad?” she whispers.
Lenore tries another smile but it falls from her face. “I’ll heal,” she answers.
The hunter stands and world slowly lightens around them. The sun touches her face and Eli picks her up, smoothly and gently. “We have her,” he tells the hunter. “Thank you for proving her right.”
The hunter nods and they leave, slipping away to the woods. She glances back for an instant and the sun bathes him in light. He smiles and turns, stepping up the stairs and returning to the house.
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Date: 2006-10-16 12:49 am (UTC)“We have her,” he tells the hunter. “Thank you for proving her right.”
That was thebest line of the story. ♥
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Date: 2006-10-16 02:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-17 05:37 am (UTC)For some reason, I really love that it's Jocelyn that has to be held back and not one of the male vampires.
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Date: 2006-10-17 12:40 pm (UTC)Well, I figured, _of course_ the guy vamps would be aggressive, but sisters would react that way, too, wouldn't they? At least, I would.
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Date: 2006-10-17 06:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-17 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-17 07:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-10-21 07:30 pm (UTC)I wouldn't mind seeing Lenore again!
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Date: 2006-10-21 08:24 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2006-10-22 12:16 am (UTC)