Seeress - SN fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: Seeress
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters.  just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for "Dead Man's Blood" and "Bloodlust"
Pairings: *shrugs*
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 440
Point of view: third

“You’re weak, Grandmother,” Kate says, slowly circling Luther’s sire. “And you stink of humanity.”

                Lenore softly laughs and smiles warmly at her childe’s mate. “Sweetie,” she says, “you can’t begin to comprehend my strength.”

                “The grapevine tells me you had Luther’s killers and you let them go.” Kate’s voice is hard, filled with rage and grief. “You were his sire. How could you?”

                Lenore merely smiles gently and reaches out, takes her grandchilde’s pale, cold hand. “You don’t understand, Kathryn. You never have and you never will.” Lenore pulls Kate to her, grips her shoulder, and looks into her eyes. “We were not always destroyers. My sire taught me the old ways, showed me how to glimpse the future.” She leans close and whispers into her grandchilde’s ear, “If you and Luther had killed them, I would have hunted you down and ended you.”

                Kate pulls back, eyes confused. “What?”

                Lenore laughs again. “I have seen the future, my dear. And it is glorious.” 

                Shaking her head, Kate asks, “What do you mean?”

                Lenore’s smile is bright. “They have a part to play, those hunters. A large, grand part that they cannot see coming. They do not die, not yet. But when they do—we will walk as predators again, feared and respected by all.” She trails her lips across Kate’s face. “You see, Kathryn,” she whispers, “they will fall into our darkness the day they die. Together unto the last, they rise again, what they have always hunted.” She throws back her head and her laughter fills the world.

                “So, this fast of yours,” Kate asks hesitantly, still confused and a small bit frightened, “this fast from human blood? It’s a sham?”

                Lenore shakes her head. “No. I have not drunk human blood in over a century. But when I do—oh, when I do…” This time, her laughter is low, dark. “I am the one to lead them over, Katie. That is what I foresaw. That is what I know that none of the others can grasp.” 

                She pulls Kate into a brutal kiss and then shoves her away. “There are plans around those mortals, plans set in motion lifetimes ago. They are the center, the focal point—I don’t know why, not yet, but I do know that in the end, they are mine.  So do not hunt them, Kate. Do you understand?”

                Beneath her grandsire’s harsh eyes, Kate quells. “Yes, Grandmother,” she says softly. “I shall not seek vengeance.”

                “They will be ours, Granddaughter,” Lenore proclaims and then gestures back to the house.  “Now, let us join the festivities. It’s not everyday a vampire turns five hundred, after all.”

Comments

[bluesister.livejournal.com]

Ah, I should have known a Good Vampire wasn't to be. Interesting twist.

[tigriswolf]

Thanks!