Title: 18.) Episode 1.18: "Blood Bath"
Description: (Original airdate: 4/24/10)
Stokes - April 11, 2010 01:04 AM (GMT)
Written by: Chris Sizemore (Nightshadeisis) and Robin Benton (Raven524)
They try this fight… to make it free
And dance inside this entropy
They view the cut… they fight the run
To break it and fall there undone
They’re looking hard… the final dead…
Another face, they cut it red
They want to fight… they want to see…
To capture you… for eternity… for eternity…
Sam walked into the motel room, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He thought the music that he was forced to endure daily while Dean was alive was bad enough. There sat Ruby, however, at the table by the window, listening to some insanely odd tune coming from his computer while she went about her research work he had asked her to do while he stepped out. Sitting his keys and cell phone down on the dresser, he took a seat in the chair across from her, shaking his head.
“You better be listening to that from a web browser,” Sam warned to which Ruby rolled her eyes.
“Relax, Stretch. I didn’t download it onto your precious girlfriend here.”
“Right… and would you care to explain to me why an inanimate object would be my girlfriend?”
“Well, let’s see. You spend all of your time with it. You depend on it for support. You’re always stroking it with your hands. And like your love life, it keeps crashing on you.”
“Ha… ha…” he crooned monotonously and nonchalantly. With most people, statements like that would have always made Sam angry. With Ruby, he knew it was just her nature. Over time, Sam learned to take almost everything she said in stride.
“Where’s Travis?” Ruby asked, still typing away. Sam grinned.
“Why are you curious? You miss him?” he joked. Ruby snorted, not even bothering to look up and glare at Sam.
“Don’t make me kill you and throw your body in the motel furnace.”
“He’s getting lunch for us.” Ruby opened her mouth to speak, but Sam raised a hand, cutting her off. “Don’t worry. I already told him to get your extra order of fries. What’d you find so far?” Ruby sighed, turning the computer around to face him.
“So far, it looks like Illinois is pretty dead on the paranormal front. Nothing that I can find in the area. But…” Ruby stood and walked to a position behind Sam, leaning over his shoulder to pull up a second browser window, revealing the front page of an online copy of a Cleveland, Ohio newspaper. A picture rested in the middle of the article of a beauty queen. Sporting her crown above a curled bun of dark hair, she was definitely a beautiful young girl. The article’s title, however, told the sad story.
"Seventh Bloodthirst Victim Found?” Sam read aloud, looking at Ruby curiously.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Apparently, this girl was the seventh in six months. All girls eighteen to twenty-one, all beauty pageant contestants and winners, and all drained of their blood with the bodies left at unrelated areas to be found later. They’re calling the guy the Bloodthirst Killer.” Sam nodded pensively, looking over the article.
“What else have you found?” he asked.
“Not much, to be honest,” Ruby responded. “The only similarity is that they’ve all won contests at the city and county levels and were all contestants in the same state beauty pageant in one year or another. No relations, no similar area of residence, no criminal records even. Not even the typical, hidden, beauty pageant contestant version of One Night in Paris.”
“Oh… someone talkin’ about sex tapes?” Sam and Ruby looked up to see Travis waking in, carrying bags of food. He stopped short when he looked at Sam. He knew that expression. His face dropped as he held up the bags. “Do we at least have time to eat before we leave?” he questioned, pouting.
Give me your life
Give me your love
Give me your innocence
Give me the blood…”
Raven524 - April 24, 2010 07:31 PM (GMT)
Fake IDs and suits came in handy although Ruby couldn’t stand going back into hers again; the dressy outfit drove her mad. So this time, she hung back while Travis joined the investigation at the Cleveland Morgue. The first step in this was to see the bodies. It never made things easier though. Sam had done this - and worse - a thousand times over, yet the gross factor never went down. At least he could say this much: with the victims all drained of blood, the gore would be less than usual.
Reaching the front window, Sam and Travis each pulled out their FBI badges from inside their jackets and flashed them to the homely young lady inside. Sitting on a stool, she was engrossed in a copy of the National Enquirer and didn’t notice them at first until Sam cleared his throat, getting her attention.
“You are?” she asked as if she didn’t see the badges they were holding up.
“Agents Prince and Nelson,” Sam introduced. “We’re here about the Bloodthirst victims.” The woman put down her magazine and pressed a button to buzz them inside.
The large, metal, double doors were unlocked and Sam pushed his way inside. He held them open for Travis who shivered as he walked into the room. Sam raised an eyebrow as Travis looked around nervously, but seeing Sam eyeing him, his expression grew defensive.
“What?” he whispered.
“Dude,” Sam said, looking at the scared Travis. “Seriously?”
“Not my fault that dead people give me the heebie jeebies!”
“With everything that we deal with every single day?”
“Okay, fine then, Sam. Why don’t I go ask Ronald McDonald if he’d like to come join the party?” Sam quickly cleared his throat, straightening his tie as he walked further into the room. When you get a kick in the pants by a very loud touché, you simply shut up and move on.
Moments later, a tall doctor - close to Sam’s height - emerged from a back room. Older with slightly graying hair, he had a very intelligent and distinguished look about him. He almost reminded Sam of a professor he had at Stanford. When he noticed the boys, he smiled, making his way over to them. “I take it you’re the two Feds from the Cleveland office?” Sam nodded as the two presented their badges.
“Absolutely,” he replied. “I’m Agent Sam Prince. This is my partner, Agent Travis Nelson.”
“Doctor Gideon Rogers,” the man said. The men all shook hands before the doctor turned, reaching for one of the doors to the body cells.
“Guess you’ll want to see what you came here for then.” Opening the door, Dr. Rogers pulled the examining tray slowly out of the deep freeze, the body underneath a thick, white sheet. “As you know from the case, all of the victims are drained of all their blood by the time they were found. The worst part though is the fact that along with the drainage, they are all suffering from varying external and internal injuries.” Pulling the sheet back, Dr. Rogers revealed the woman from the newspaper photograph. Thinly built yet obviously athletic, it was clear that her looks were what would’ve been her driving force in life if it had not been cut so tragically short.
“Such as?” Sam asked. The doctor pointed to the hands, turning them palm up to reveal severe burns.
“Some victims, like this one, have brutal burn marks on their hands. Some have bite marks on their faces; others have been shown to have signs of sexual assault. But all of them have these in common…” Dr. Rogers pointed to puncture wounds up and down the inner arms and on the wrists of the victim. “The wounds are small; one would guess a low-gauge needle. The strange thing, though, there is no other forensic evidence on the bodies. No hair, no saliva in the bite wounds, nothing…”
“What is the apparent cause of the blood loss then?” Travis asked. The doctor sighed as he gently turned the girls head to the side.
“Each victim has these strange puncture wounds on their jugular…” The doctor pointed to two closely placed holes on the neck. “Maybe we have a cult that practices vampirism or maybe its part of some kind of demon worship.”
“Demon worship?” Travis inquired, taken aback.
The doctor pointed to the girl’s chest, directly over the heart where a symbol was carved into the skin. “Each girl had this same symbol. If I were to guess, I’d say they were all involved in some kind of ritualistic sacrifice.”
Sam leaned down to look closer and sucked in his breath before he replied. “You could be right doctor, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Is there any other indication that a cult would actually be involved?”
“Of course, none of that went into my report. But still, you have to wonder how one person could do so much damage and what is he doing with the blood?” The doctor covered the body.
The three men then moved towards the doctor’s office in the back. While Travis asked the man for the victims’ files, Sam was already constructing a theory in his mind. But how on earth it could be possible he had no idea. It was a European legend that, as far as he knew, had never made it to the States.
He hoped that he would turn out to be wrong.
“Doc was right.”
Travis had spoken up from the spot on the floor that he and Ruby had confiscated to spread the victims’ files out. As he pored over the papers, Travis sat up and looked at Sam, who sat at the computer, the table around him covered with print-outs and library books. “In the last six months, they’ve had victims from high school pageants all the way to city and county pageants in the Cleveland area. Some were beaten to death, some had burns on their hands, privates, or both, and some were sexually assaulted… one was even strung up and left to die of starvation. But they all had the puncture marks and that strange symbol.”
“And no witness, no descriptions, nothing.” Ruby audibly sighed, sitting up. “This one really makes no sense.”
“Actually,” Sam said, scratching his temples as he picked up a couple of books. “It does. It could be Elizabeth Bathory.”
Travis raised a curious eyebrow. “Who?”
“Elizabeth Bathory,” Sam repeated, sitting the books down on the floor. Travis and Ruby each took one of them, looking at pictures of a rather dingy woman. “They called her the Bloody Countess or the Countess Dracula. Apparently, she had the tendency to bathe in the blood of virgins to retain her youth and beauty.”
Travis visibly shivered. “Chick ever hear of Oil of Olay or whatever it is girls use?”
Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “No. Needless to say she was insane; she went through victims like crazy, too. One witness stated the body count was over six hundred. It was through some who managed to survive that the public found out about the most prolific female serial killer in history. Because of her nobility she was never tried or convicted. Instead she was punished by being locked away in a bricked-up set of rooms in 1610 for the remainder of her life. She died only four years later.”
“So then, how is it that, being European, her spirit winds up in Cleveland Ohio?” Travis asked as he closed the book in front of him.
“The same way that anything like that would happen,” Ruby chimed in to which Sam nodded. The demon moved to sit at the table and turned the laptop around to gaze at what Sam had been looking at. Travis shook his head in confusion, his expression demanding an answer.
“Hauntings are like adjectives,” Sam said as he stood to grab a beer from the mini fridge in the room. “They attach to a person, place, or thing. Her body would be in her family crypt in Ecsed, so we can’t exactly burn it unless one of you has the money for a red-eye to Europe. Besides, if she were a spirit, she would be tied to the place where she died or one that had meaning to her in life. There’s no place here that has anything to do with her unless the estate she died in was shipped and set up here…”
“And records don’t show that,” Ruby said as she continued to type on the computer. “The old estate is still located in Europe.”
“That leaves ‘thing’ then,” Travis concluded.
Sam nodded in agreement before he glanced at Ruby for a brief moment. “According to legend, she was a practitioner in dark magic and it was said she cursed those who prosecuted her. If she were strong enough…”
“She would have been able to figure out a way to tie herself to this world using an object.” Ruby finished.
“Now we just have to find out what that thing is.” Sam remarked as he tipped the bottle back and took a drink.
There had been so many cars coming into the junkyard recently and so much “other work” to do that Bobby couldn’t remember the last time he had sat down to real food. The occasional nuked hot dog and fifth of Jim Beam wasn’t exactly a meal. But finally, a plate of bacon, eggs, fried potatoes, and one hell of a large glass of orange juice - without being spiked - sat in front of him. Bobby smiled as he grunted in satisfaction. At last, an actual meal. Oh, this was going to be good…
And then, of course, the phone rang.
Letting his fork fall onto the plate in frustration with a loud clang, Bobby rolled his eyes. He turned to see which of the plethora of phones on his wall was ringing. He had a line for every cover story that he had concocted for his hunter friends, from the FBI to the Sheriff’s Department, and his regular phone line. That one only rang for three reasons: more scrap to salvage or Sam or Dean calling. And since one of those reasons had been gone for two years almost…
Ignoring the sudden pang in his heart, he answered the phone. “Y’ello?”
“Hey, Bobby, it’s me.”
“Hey, kid. What’s up?” he asked, recognizing Sam’s voice.
“Actually, I could use your help on something.”
“Working a job?”
“Yeah, and a weird one at that.” As Sam gave Bobby the run-down, he frowned at the thought. Elizabeth Bathory here in the States?
“Well, I can agree that it sounds like Bathory,” Bobby said, “but that don’t make no sense. She’s English. Only way that’d be the case is if her body, belongings, or estate had been moved here.”
“That’s what I need you to find out,” Sam said. “We’ve narrowed it down to something that belonged to her. We were hoping that you could dig through some records, see if any of her things have recently been sold in private, public, or estate auctions. Go back about a year, just to make sure this thing wasn’t dormant before.” Sitting back down, the long phone cord stretching over the table, Bobby spread butter on one of his biscuits as he talked.
“Sure. Won’t be a problem. Question, though, is, why can’t you do it?” It was well known that Sam could research as well if not better than the older hunter. If the kid was asking for his help there had to be more to it.
“We’re gonna have too much on our hands with the undercover work.” Before Bobby could ask, Sam continued. “The common denominator in the victims is that they were all contestants in local beauty pageants. There’s a local pageant taking place in a couple of days in Cleveland. Time is tight and we’ve gotta get ourselves into it to figure out what’s going on.” Bobby fought the urge to laugh. This was going to be hilarious.
“Oh, do tell,” he chuckled. “What are you going to be going in as, Princess?”
Sam chuckled at the comment before he continued ignoring the obvious jibe. “I’m showing up as a photographer for a national news outlet. Travis is going in as the contestant’s body guard.”
It was then that Bobby groaned and rubbed his forehead. “That leaves only one person for the contestant…”
Raven524 - April 24, 2010 09:56 PM (GMT)
“So tell me again why I have to enter this stupid contest?” Ruby said as she glared at the scenery passing by.
“It’s not like you’ll be in the main beauty contest held in Manchester…” Travis rolled his eyes. “…or that you’d actually be crowned Miss Ohio.”
“What do you mean by that? I’ll have you know this fine body is more than capable of winning…” Ruby ran her hands down her tight fitting black T but stopped as Sam sighed.
“We’re lucky that this is just a local pageant—we really don’t need the national exposure. As it is, we’re running a risk of showing up on the FBI’s radar again. We just need to stay there long enough to figure out how Elizabeth Bathory has returned and then get out. You may not even have to do anything if we’re lucky.” Ruby noticed the tension in the young hunter’s shoulders and decided to give him a break.
“So you really think this vampire wannabe bitch is the culprit?” The demon shook her head. She’d never heard of the woman downstairs. Surely with the number of kills, she’d be a serious contender for one of the key positions in the basement.
“I’m not sure, but the wounds and torture are similar and then there was the mark carved into the victim’s chest. I read that Bathory carved the symbol into all of her victims, over their heart to reinforce the spell she cast for immortal life and beauty. It wasn’t a widely known fact, but it’s just too coincidental for it not to be her. I just hope Bobby can find us something more before we get there. Otherwise it’s gonna take a lot of time to figure out what the cursed object is that may be drawing her back or even identifying the person being possessed by her spirit.” Sam returned his gaze to the road. The demon sighed as she once again began to watch the wide open fields flying past her window only to glare at the backseat passenger as he chuckled.
“So Ruby, I can’t wait to see what ‘talent’ you’ll be performing” Travis used air quotes as he continued to laugh.
“Keep it up and I’ll give you a preview that you won’t forget!” Ruby ground out as she closed her eyes blocking out any further conversation.
A locker door slammed shut and brought Detective Mike Wexler from his dark thoughts. It had been a few months since he’d had to watch his girlfriend die at the hands of a demon and yet he still felt the loss as if it had just happened. He’d been unable to return to his former job at the LAPD. There were just too many memories there. So he’d packed up his 82 Ford Firebird and headed east.
He’d driven for miles without any destination before he’d landed in Cleveland, Ohio. After his limited funds began to run out, he decided he needed to work again. He had been surprised at the ease with which he’d been accepted by the Cleveland PD. But then up until the episode with Jordan, he had been a decorated officer with a clean record.
He glanced over at his new partner, Detective Ash Ryan. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing much except we got a homicide and I had tickets for the Cavs…” Ash shook his head as he held the two tickets up. “And the seats were right behind the bench. I should have known my luck couldn’t last.”
Mike laughed. “Well you probably won’t miss much. Have they ever beaten the Bulls in a playoff game?”
Ash glared before he dropped the tickets in his pocket. “That’s not the point—there’s always a first time.”
The two detectives walked back out into the squad room and stopped off in the Captain’s office. “Hey Captain, what’s going on?”
Captain Derek Barnes was still muscular and well built after over 30 years of service. “We’ve got another body. A young girl and she fit the profile of the other killings over the past six months.”
“Damn, the Bloodthirst Killer is at it again?” Ash shook his head as he gazed over at the pictures on the board. Soon an eighth picture would be hanging next to the others.
“That’s what I think, so get a move on and maybe this time the bastard will have made a mistake.” Captain Barnes barked a he moved to stand beside the board. “He’s gotta make one sometime and I want our team to be the ones who get him.”
“Yes Sir!” Mike replied as he turned to leave. He paused and chuckled as he caught a glimpse of his partner’s woeful expression as he handed the tickets to the Captain.
“You may as well give these to someone else—just don’t tell me if they win. I don’t think I could take it!”
Sam pulled the Impala up to door number 24 and 26 at the small out of the way hotel. He had already arranged for the two rooms they’d need and was hoping to get some food and a little sleep before they had to get set for the contest. While he had his press badge ready, they still needed to figure out a way to get Ruby entered in the local contest.
“Rise and shine guys, we’re here.” Sam called out as he climbed out of the car and stretched his tired muscles. The sun was setting on another cool March evening. He moved to the back and pulled out his laptop and his duffle before tossing the key to room 26 at Ruby. “I’m gonna take a quick shower. Travis why don’t you order a pizza or run out and grab something from the fast food place up the street? We need to finish up the research before we head over to the pageant headquarters tomorrow morning.”
“Sure dawg—I’m only here to serve!” Travis did a mock bow while Ruby snickered.
Sam rolled his eyes as he quickly entered the room. A short time later, he sat on the bed with his laptop open. He’d recognized the symbol on the girls’ chest as the Left Hand Path sigil used by dark magic practitioners. Some even thought it represented a path to Satan. In reality, the hunter had run across it before while on another hunt and had already done the research. That was where he’d run across the obscure reference to Elizabeth Bathory. The question was, what kind of spell was she doing and how did the symbol fit in?
If Elizabeth Bathory had truly been a dark witch, then they couldn’t go into this hunt unprepared. A sad smile crossed his face as he recalled Dean’s description of witches, like him his brother had no love for those who practiced the dark arts. “So how do we know the next victim will be from this pageant?” Travis’s voice called from the opposite bed where he was eating a slice of pizza while surfing the local TV channels.
“We don’t, but the last two killings had been from the same local beauty contest a little bit east of here. It seems that the spirit is ramping things up; seven killings in six months and those are only the ones we know about. There could be more…”
“Quiet!” Travis uttered as he quickly turned up the volume on the TV. Both hunters were riveted to the ten o’clock newscast.
“…the eight victim of the Bloodthirst Killer. Her identity is being withheld until her family can be notified. Local Police Detective Mike Wexler refused to confirm or deny that this latest death was indeed a victim of the serial killer who has been targeting local beauty pageant contestants.
The young girl was to compete in the Cayahoga County Pageant to be held later this week. Sources from the pageant have also refused to comment…”
“Well I guess we have our answer but do you think she’ll kill again?” Travis asked quietly as he turned down the volume on the TV.
“Yeah, I think she will. This is the largest contest in the area…” Sam stood from the bed and grabbed his coat.
“Hey dawg! Where do you think you’re going?” Travis began to stand but stopped as the other hunter held up his hand.
“No you stay here and wait for a call from Bobby. We need to figure out what the cursed object is before we can determine who is being affected. I’m going to go pay an old friend a call…”
Travis snickered. “I just hope he remembers he’s a friend!”
Mike rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he parked in front of his apartment building. He’d dropped his partner back at the station after they’d done all they could at the latest drop site. There hadn’t been any witnesses and the poor girl looked like she had been beaten until there wasn’t a clear patch of skin that was left without a mark. He’d never seen anything this brutal before and that was saying a lot since LA had more than its share of crazies.
The coroner had promised he’d rush the autopsy, but they were pretty sure it was the handiwork of the same bastard who had killed the other seven. The strange symbol carved over the heart confirmed it. They had never released this piece of information into the media. The half circle broken by an upward pointing arrow certainly alluded to some kind of demon worship. After his run in with Lilith he was more than aware that darker things lurked in the night than common crooks and killers.
As he moved towards his door, his hand went for the gun nestled in his shoulder holster. “Freeze!” Mike called out as he aimed his gun at the person standing in the shadows. “Cleveland PD! Put your hands up where I can see them!”
“Now is that any way to great an old friend?” Mike gasped as he recognized the hunter who had tried to kill the demon responsible for his girlfriend’s death.
“In the flesh; how about lowering your gun and we take this reunion inside. I may have some answers for you on your latest investigation…” Sam turned and calmly waited while the police officer lowered his gun and opened the door. He gestured towards the couch as he headed to the small galley kitchen. Mike grabbed a couple of beers and tossed one to the tall man now sitting on his sofa.
“I knew it. The person doing this is possessed by a demon right?” Mike said softly as he took a sip from the bottle in his hand.
“Well you’re half right.” Sam took a sip of his own beer before continuing. “Based on our research, we think the spirit of Elizabeth Bathory might be involved.”
Mike sat and listened as the other man continued to fill him in on the history of the monster they were hunting. The more he heard, the more he wondered what else was lurking outside that he didn’t know about. After the hunter finished, he shook his head. “Ghosts are real too? The next thing you’re going to tell me is that Vampires also exist.”
“No, stop right there. I really don’t want to hear this.” Mike sighed as he took another long sip from the bottle of beer in his hand.
Sam laughed softly. “Most people don’t want to know. But if we’re right, the other contestants will be at risk.”
The police officer nodded in agreement. “Okay, I’ll bite. So what’s the plan?”
“We need to get Ruby into the contest. Do you have any pull with the local pageant runners?” Sam leaned forward.
“Not really, but I suppose I can pull some strings and get her in; but how does that help?”
“We need to get inside the place so we can search for whatever is allowing the spirit to remain here. It could be a piece of jewelry, a picture, anything that belonged to the Countess when she was alive. Once we have that we can get rid of her and hopefully save the poor person who is possessed.” Sam replied.
“Great, so in the end we won’t have anyone to charge with these murders. That will go over real well with the brass…” Mike shook his head. He understood what had to be done but the problem was, how would he explain it?
“Eventually the heat will die down. After all, once the spirit is gone the killings will stop. They’ll just think the killer moved on…” Sam stood and placed his empty beer in the trash. “So will you help us?”
Mike also stood and gazed at the picture of Jordan on the wall. He turned and sighed. “Do I have a choice?”
Raven524 - April 24, 2010 10:00 PM (GMT)
A pale hand reached out of the old claw footed bathtub, blood dripped onto the stained tiles before the fingers latched onto the ornate mirror resting on a side table. The shoulder length dark brown hair hung in limp strands around pale shoulders. Eyes as dark as night reflected from the mirror’s surface as the pretty woman continued to soak in the dark waters.
“It’s not enough—never enough. This last batch was tainted by that lying bitch. I knew she wasn’t the virgin she claimed to be and yet she was just too perfect to resist. Her features, the youthful vitality; all of it mine for the taking.”
Soft pouty lips smiled in the mirror as the woman continued the conversation with herself. “For centuries I’ve waited to be reborn and now that I am, I won’t make the same mistakes. Once I find the right blood, all will be as it should be—I just have to find it.”
The hand placed the mirror back on the table as the woman stood in the tub. She ran her hands down the toned body, relishing in the feel of the red fluid as it entered her pores. Even though it wasn’t the right one, she could still feel the power of the blood as it rejuvenated her soul. But there was no more time to bask, she had to get to work and with luck, her next victim would be the one.
Sam stifled a grin as he heard Ruby muttering in the changing room for the contestants. Mike had come through and managed to get her entered as a new contestant to replace the unfortunate girl who had died the night before. Travis was trying to keep a straight face as well as he stood guard outside the room. It had been an easy thing to get him in as well. Many of the other contestants had hired body guards because of the recent killings. The Pageant Coordinator hadn’t minded as it meant she wouldn’t have to hire additional security.
So far things had run pretty smoothly. Except for the fact that Bobby hadn’t managed to locate what they were looking for. He had told Sam that he was heading their way with a specially built hex box. Hopefully by the time he got here, they’d have their answer. Then all they had to do was find it, expel the spirit back into it and then lock it away for an eternity.
“How am I supposed to fit into something made for a girl with no curves?” Ruby exploded as she opened the door. Both Sam and Travis whistled as the blonde strode out in a skin tight red evening gown.
“Uh, you look—ah—you look great Ruby.” Sam offered as he remembered he was supposed to be a photographer. He pulled up the Nikon he’d ‘rented’ and began to snap some shots.
“Cut it out Sam!” Ruby replied as she glared at her two friends. “What? Are you speechless Travis? You’re supposed to be my body guard—so guard it by keeping your photo happy friend on a leash!”
“Testy isn’t she?” Travis replied as he chuckled.
“You do realize most girls enjoy the attention.” Sam replied as he put down the camera.
“I don’t need someone to tell me I’m beautiful and I certainly don’t need a stupid contest to prove it…” Ruby jumped slightly as a voice sounded from behind her.
“Oh! That will do nicely. I’m so glad you were able to fit into Rachel’s things and can I once again thank you for filling in so quickly.” The dark haired Pageant Coordinator extended her hand to Ruby. “I’m Catherine Bell, but most people here just call me Cathy. Now if you need anything—anything at all, just page me. Oh and we’ll be practicing the talent portion of the show in about thirty minutes. Do you have something prepared?”
Ruby took a deep breath before she replied. Her eyes dared either of the men beside her to respond. “I’m going to be singing ‘You will Only Break My Heart’ if that’s okay?”
“Oh, the Delta Goodrem song? That’s a great choice. I’ll let the orchestra know so they can be ready for you when it’s your turn. Any questions? No? Then I better go check on the others. Everyone is still a little uptight with what happened. Don’t forget if you need anything…”
“I’ll call…” Ruby intoned as she rolled her eyes at the departing back of the woman. “I think she should lay off the caffeine for a while.”
Agent Garrison Potter of the FBI slammed his fist against the desk. Each time he’d come close to locating Winchester and his motley crew, they managed to disappear again. The file on his desk was getting thicker and thicker but yet none of the information would give him what he needed to put the murdering bunch of thieves behind bars. He could still see Detective Witt’s death in his mind and he vowed he would see the killer brought to justice.
Of course, he was getting pressure from his superiors to move on to other cases. He sighed as he realized they were probably right. Months of searching had left him with nothing. He looked up as his partner Dex Marshall walking in with a folder in his hands.
“So you got us a new case?” Garrison replied as he closed the laptop on his desk.
“Sort of…” Dex dropped the folder on the desk and sat in the chair.
“What’s this?” The frustrated agent asked as he began to open the folder. Inside was the Cleveland Sun. The headlines read:
“Will The Bloodthrist Killer Strike Again?”
“I thought we should check it out.” His partner replied as Garrison continued to scan the article.
“This looks like it’s local to me. Any out of state killings attributed to this guy?”
“Then why would we look into this one Dex?” Garrison began to close the file but was stopped when his partner opened the paper and pointed down to a picture of the newest contestant. His eyes opened wide as the familiar face smiled up at him.
“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me!”
“Nope, thought you might find this case interesting.” Dex chuckled as he stood.
“Well don’t just stand there! Grab your stuff. We’re heading to Cleveland Ohio!”
“So Bobby, you think this might be the object?” Sam asked as he looked at the bill of sale his friend had received from one of his contacts in England.
“Seems the most likely. Of course, we still got no way of knowing who finally ended up with the thing. I checked with the store that bought it and they said it was purchased by a woman who paid cash. They’d never seen her before. I’m hoping to get my hands on the surveillance footage after the place closes tonight.” Bobby replied as he rubbed a weary hand over his eyes.
“Great, so what are the odds we’ll be able to find it. I mean, this a beauty pageant guys! There’s got to be hundreds of mirrors all over the place!” Travis piped in as he moved closer to see the bill of sale.
“But how many of them will be hundreds of years old yah idjit!” Bobby huffed as he moved to sit on the bed Travis was using. He lay back and closed his eyes. “Now if you ladies don’t mind, I’m gonna try to get some sleep before I have to go break into the antique shop tonight.”
Sam motioned for Travis to join him as they exited the room. It was time for them to gather up Ruby and get her to the venue that was holding the Pageant. As Sam raised his hand to knock on the door, it opened to a less than pleased looking Ruby.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t have to go through with this Sam…”
“Deal with it Ruby. While you’re out on stage, Travis and I will be searching for the mirror. You just have to keep your eyes open for anyone acting strangely—oh and try to make sure none of the contestants wander off on their own. Remember no one is safe…” Sam turned and headed towards the Impala without a glance back as the grumbling demon followed.
It was a short tense drive to the downtown hotel that was holding the festivities. Sam parked the car and shook his head as he saw all the photographers and news people gathered around. “Great, just great. The latest death has them crawling all over the place. It’s gonna be impossible to keep this out of the national news. If we don’t find the mirror tonight, we’re gonna have to skip town for sure.”
Ruby and Travis nodded in agreement as they headed for the door that the contestants entered by. The guard at the door put his hand out to stop Sam. “You need to go back with the rest.”
“Oh he’s with me honey.” Ruby smiled at the guard as she ran her hand down his chest lightly. “Sam is the only photographer I let take my picture—he’s the only one who is able to capture the true me.”
“Alright then…” The guard never got to finish as the hunters quickly entered the hotel.
“Right, now Travis and I will begin to look around. Ruby, if you see the mirror in the dressing rooms give us a call.” Sam began to move away, grinning as he heard the demon mutter once more.
“Give him a call he says—and just where in the Hell does he expect me to hide a phone I ask you?”
Travis snickered as he watched the girl with the flaming batons finish her routine. He had to admit, the way her body moved was great but the batons were a bit of overkill. He felt a fist smack his shoulder. “Put your tongue back in and get back to business.”
“I’ve already checked most of the places on this floor. Sam is checking out the rooms for the contestants and staff. Besides, you said I was supposed to guard your body, I should get some perks don’t ya think?” The hunter smirked as the demon glared.
“I swear, if I didn’t know better I’d think you two chuckleheads were doing this on purpose. The last part of the competition was bad enough…” She stopped as Travis laughed.
“Yeah, great answer by the way. I never would have thought of having the world leaders locked up in a battle cage so they could duke it out as a viable way to bring about world peace.” Travis laughed harder at the look on Ruby’s face.
“Laugh it up—I wasn’t kidding. Do you know how many of those so called leaders of yours have a direct line to the big guys downstairs?” Ruby nervously adjusted her outfit. She’d been poured into a simple navy blue dress that showed off her figure spectacularly. The sequins in the simple gown reflected the lights and gave her a soft glow.
“Thank you Mandy for the wonderful routine and now we will hear our newest contestant Ruby with her rendition of ‘You Will Only Break my Heart’…”
“Just shoot me now—please?” Ruby grumbled as she straightened her shoulders and entered the stage.
The demon smiled at the audience while she waited for her cue from the orchestra. As the music began to flow, she felt herself transported by the song. It was one of her current favorites.
Tell me your thoughts now baby
Tell me what's on your mind
Tell me what's eating you alive
Tell me your darkest secrets
Clear up those stupid lies
Show me what's there behind those eyes
The demon moved gracefully across the stage in perfect rhythm to the music. The audience was transfixed by the performance. All except for two men standing near the back of the hall.
“I still don’t understand why we don’t just grab her now?” Dex whispered as he received a glare from a heavy set woman in the last row.
“Because she can lead us to the other two. They have to be here somewhere and I plan to get them all this time…” Garrison replied as his dark eyes followed the sultry girl’s movements across the stage. “Besides she isn’t going anywhere. I’ve got the local PD guarding the exits. This time I’ll get them all and they won’t escape.”
Sam quietly closed the last door and headed back towards the area where the Pageant was being held. So far he hadn’t been able to find anything that could be the mirror they were looking for. He jumped and automatically reached for the knife he’d kept hidden in his jacket pocket before a voice hissed. “Get in here now!”
The young hunter felt himself pulled into what looked like some kind of broom closet. As his eyes adjusted he recognized the figure as Mike. “What’s wrong?”
“You are what’s wrong. Don’t you think you should have let me in on your little secret?”
Sam paused. He had so many it was hard to figure out which one he could be talking about. “What secret?”
“Oh nothing much—just that you and your friends are on the ten most wanted list with the FBI. The whole building has been staked out.” Mike glared before he opened the door a crack and peeked out before closing it again. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t haul your backside in for questioning.”
Sam took a deep breath before he released it. He had been afraid of this happening. “We didn’t do it?”
Mike slammed his fist against the wall before he moved closer to grab Sam’s shirt. “You’re gonna have to do better than that. There’s two FBI agents upstairs waiting for your girlfriend to finish. If they find out that I helped you, it will be more than just my badge damn it!”
The young hunter sighed. “I’m sorry you got messed up in this. But you know things aren’t what they seem. Ruby was being controlled by a higher level demon—he forced her to kill that cop. You’ve met her; she would never do anything like that. As for the rest, it’s all circumstantial evidence. It’s the hazards of the job Mike. We sometimes have to bend the law to get to the real bad guys.”
The police officer took a deep breath before he stepped back. “Well this is a fine mess. I can probably get to your friend Travis, but Ruby would be missed if she just left the show…”
“Is there a way out of here Mike—one that’s not being watched?” Sam watched as the police officer tilted his head in thought.
“I suppose we can find you a place to hide. I can put out a false report that I’ve seen you…” Mike started.
“No thanks man. I don’t want you to get any more involved than you already are. We’ll figure out a way to get out. You just get the word to Travis and Ruby to meet me in the basement. It’s the last place I have to search.” Sam watched as Mike stiffened.
“Hey Mikey, where’d you disappear to man? The Captain wants us to report in…”
“Who’s that?” Sam whispered.
“My partner. I’ve gotta go. I’ll do what I can Sam—but if you get caught…”
“I know, we never had this conversation and we never met.” Sam replied.
Mike nodded and after waiting until his partner turned the corner, he quickly exited the closet. “Hey Ash—I’m over here. Thought I’d check the rooms to see if the suspects were in any of them…”
“That FBI guy must really have some clout. He’s even got the Captain on edge. Did you find anything?” Ash asked.
There was a brief pause before Mike answered. “No, there’s no one of interest up here.”
Dark eyes watched the current contestant as she moved across the stage like she owned it. She’d met her briefly and had been impressed even then with the woman’s beauty. As she looked out over the audience she could see how Ruby drew them in with her performance. There wasn’t a sound in the house as the song drew to a close.
All this is too familiar
I think we've been here before
I wish I could believe you
I see you down on your knees
You will only break my heart
You will only break my heart
You will only break my heart
There was complete silence as the blonde dropped her head for a moment before she raised it and smiled at the audience. Suddenly the room erupted with applause. Could it be? After all these years of searching, could she be the one?
She’d have to follow the girl and find an opportunity if she wanted her prize. The police crawling all over the place would make it difficult, but not impossible. After all, she knew a few ways to get past their ridiculous blockade. All she had to do was get her next victim alone.
Sam continued to search the roomy basement beneath the hotel while keeping his eyes open for any stray police. He’d managed to slip down unnoticed but Mike had been right when he said they had the exits covered. Luckily since there didn’t appear to be any
way out of the basement, he was pretty much left alone.
A soft noise to his right caused him to draw into the shadows. A moment later a familiar shape came into view. “Travis?”
The other hunter jumped before turning to face Sam. “Holy—give a guy a warning next time!”
Sam chuckled softly. “Where is Ruby?”
“Isn’t she down here already?” Travis replied as he looked around the room.
“No, I thought you were going to stay close to her…” Sam started but stopped as Travis gave him the look.
“Like I’m supposed to go into the girls’ dressing rooms? Dawg, I’m sure she’ll be here soon. I managed to catch her on the way and told her where to meet us. You really missed it though.” Travis said softly.
“Who would have known that the girl has some pipes on her…”
“Just don’t let Ruby hear you talking like that or you may be missing a few teeth.” Sam replied as he moved towards a cabinet to open it. As he closed the doors, he noticed a soft flow of air coming from somewhere near it.
He pulled out his lighter and held the flame up. A smile formed as he saw the flame dance. “What is it?” Travis asked as he moved closer.
“I think we may have found our exit. Do you think you can get back upstairs without getting caught to see what’s keeping Ruby?” Sam asked as his fingers began to search for a hidden latch or spring.
Travis snorted. “This is me you’re talking about…”
“All the same, be careful and hurry. The mirror is obviously not here and with the FBI prowling around, we’re gonna have to get out of the state. I’ll have Bobby find another hunter to help him finish this one up.” Sam watched as his friend moved quietly towards the door and disappeared.
“Now where are you hiding?” Sam said quietly as he continued to work on getting them a get out of jail free card.
Ruby quickly changed into her jeans and T-shirt. She dropped the slinky red dress on the floor and moved quietly towards the door. She was the last one in the dressing room which was fine with her. She’d seen the dark suits hanging around outside the door. One of them had to be the FBI agent Sam and Travis told her about. A feral grin crossed her face as she thought about teaching him a lesson. After all, while inconvenient, she could take them on without too much fuss.
A sound behind her caused her to twirl around. “Easy there Ruby. I just want to help. You can’t possibly be the same person who killed the cop—I just won’t believe it’s true.” Cathy gushed as she grabbed the demon by the arm. “Follow me, I know a way out…”
Ruby shook her arm free. “I need to get to the basement. My ah—body guard is waiting to get me out.”
“You can send him a message to meet you outside. Now come on, the way is clear so far.” Cathy opened a small door at the back of the dressing room that appeared to lead into the backstage area. Ruby shrugged. The woman was right. If she was on the outside, she could maybe make a distraction so the boys could escape.
“Okay, lead the way Cathy…” The demon took a final look at the empty room before she followed the woman out into the darkened area.
It took about fifteen minutes, but the Pageant Coordinator knew her way around enough to get them outside. Ruby took a deep breath of fresh air. The way they’d come had been full of dust. They walked for a few more minutes until they made it to the road. “Thanks Cathy…” Ruby began before she heard a shout.
“Stop! FBI! Put your hands up!” One of the men in the dark suits burst from the hotel, his gun drawn.
“Oh my, this way—my car is right here!” Cathy cried as she pulled Ruby forward.
“No, you go! I can take care—argh!” Ruby jerked violently as the full force of a tazer hit her in the back. As her eyes rolled, she managed to catch the last phrase of the woman she thought was clueless.
“I’m afraid I have to insist!” Cathy snarled as she caught the girl and wrestled her into the back seat of her Camry. A shot rang out, but the police and FBI were still too far to stop her. With a soft chuckle the woman jumped into the car and gunned the engine. “Don’t worry Dear, you and I will have a grand time together…”
Garrison paced outside the small dressing room. He’d been assured by the hotel staff that this was the only door and yet, something didn’t seem right. All the other girls had left except for the one he wanted. “Stay here Dex, I’m going to check it out.”
He cautiously opened the door only to find the room empty. “Damn it! She’s gone!”
“How?” Dex shouted as he moved quickly into the room.
The FBI agent however, ignored his partner as he saw a small door near the back of the room. It was almost hidden by a screen. He moved quickly and opened it. “She got out this way. Follow me!”
Dex and Garrison both moved carefully through the darkened back stage area. It took them some time, but after a while they found themselves outside at the back of the hotel. Garrison squinted at two figures moving quickly towards a blue Toyota Camry. “Stop! FBI! Put your Hands up!” He yelled as he sprinted towards the fleeing suspects. He heard his partner pounding behind him as he tried to get to the street.
He watched as Ruby turned only to jerk violently before falling into the other woman’s arms. He couldn’t quite make out the woman’s face. He heard Dex’s gun bark once, twice before the woman managed to get into her car and drive off.
“Damn it!” Garrison cursed as he leaned forward to catch his breath. He could hear Dex talking to the local PD with a description of the vehicle. But he knew it was probably stolen. He turned and headed back towards the hotel. “If she’d gone—the other two are probably also gone. But I want a search of the hotel anyway and I want it now!”
As the FBI agents entered the hotel they met one of the local detectives. “Our Captain has put out an APB on the suspect’s vehicle. He’s sending over some more officers to help with the search. Do you need anything else Agent Potter?”
“No thanks Detective Ash. Just let me know if you find anything…”
Sam had finally managed to find the hidden lever behind the cabinet. He gazed into the dark interior of the tunnel and smiled. He could smell fresh air which meant it was definitely a way out. “I couldn’t find her!” A breathless Travis reentered the basement. “And the place is crawling with heat—we gotta go Dawg!”
“Not without Ruby.” Sam insisted.
Both hunters turned with their guns drawn as the door opened again. Sam placed a hand on Travis’s arm as he recognized the intruder. “Mike?”
“You guys gotta get out of here. Your friend Ruby is gone…” Mike moved into the room while keeping his eye on the door. “I’m supposed to be checking the basement and Ash will be here any minute. So come with me and I’ll try to hide…”
“No need Mike. I found a way out—but where is Ruby?”
“Gone. According to Agent Potter, she was stunned by some woman and taken off in a blue Camry. We are looking for the car, but I wouldn’t keep my hopes up. Anyway, you better get before…”
“Hey Mike! Where are you?” Ash’s voice sounded on the other side of the door.
Mike turned and smiled as he saw the cabinet move, blocking the entrance to the tunnel Sam had found. “In here!”
“Wow that FBI guy is pretty mad. Did you find anything?” Ash looked around the room before joining his partner.
“Nothing here Ash. What say we go upstairs and report in. Then you and I can stop at O’Malley’s for a beer.” Mike slapped his partner on the back and steered him towards the door. He just hoped Sam and Travis managed to get away. He’d done all he could to help them. The rest was up to them.
“Oh and who’s paying?” Ash replied.
“I’ll flip you for it…”
“Never mind, I’ll save you the trouble and just get the first round…” Ash chuckled as he led the way back upstairs.
Raven524 - April 24, 2010 10:06 PM (GMT)
Bobby Singer was normally a patient man but as he watched things unfold on the TV news, he was ready to jump out of his skin.
“The fugitives managed to slip past the police, but the Commissioner assures us that they won’t get far. In the meantime, if you see any of these people, contact…”
He winced as he saw Sam, Travis and Ruby’s face show up on the screen. Sam hadn’t answered any of his calls and the Impala still hadn’t returned. He knew the hunters were more than capable of slipping through the net cast by law enforcement. But each moment they didn’t show, meant more time for the noose to tighten.
Suddenly he heard the familiar sound of the black car. Without waiting, he threw open the door and waited as the two hunters entered, both wearing one of Sam’s hoodies to hide their face. “Well this is a fine mess…” Bobby started before he realized there was someone missing. “And where the hell is Ruby?”
Ruby blinked as she tried to figure out where she was. She felt heavy chains holding her fast to some kind of wooden table. The smell of decay and blood filled the air. She tugged on the chains but her strength hadn’t returned yet. As she glanced over she noticed for the first time the IV that was attached to her arm. The liquid dripped slowly into her veins and explained why she felt so detached.
“Hello Ruby.” The demon turned and saw Cathy standing with what looked like a tray with syringes on it.
“Who—what?” Ruby began, trying to get her fuzzy brain to focus.
“Don’t worry, the drugs are just to keep you nicely compliant while I do some initial tests.” Cathy moved closer and picked up the first syringe. Before Ruby could move, it was driven deep into her arm. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips.
“I just need to draw some blood, but it may take a few tries before I find a good vein. So be a good girl and stay still. The more you move, the longer this will take. Darn—I missed. Oh, well let’s try again.” Ruby blinked as the first syringe was tossed aside only to be replaced by another.
“I’ll kill you bitch!” Ruby roared as the needle was driven into her arm. She struggled weakly against the drugs. If she could just concentrate…”ARGH!” The next needle felt like it went clean through her arm. The room began to spin as the crazy woman continued her bizarre behavior. At least she now understood the needle marks up and down the woman’s arms.
After a while, Cathy seemed to grow bored and finally managed to hit a vein. She drew out a large amount of blood before she pulled out another syringe. This one was filled with a clear liquid.
“This is a wonderful little concoction that I came up with. It will paralyze your muscles but leave you awake. That way I can release you from your chains while I continue to play.” Cathy quickly inserted the needle and pressed the plunger.
“No!” Ruby cried out as she felt the liquid enter her blood stream. She tugged at the chains and almost pulled one free before the drug finally took control. The only thing she could move was her eyes as she watched the crazy possessed woman begin to remove all her clothes except for her underwear.
“There, now we can see how much pain you can take while I wait for the results of the blood test. You just sit tight while I get things ready.”
Ruby rolled her eyes as she continued to try to move any muscle. She probably could just vacate her meatsuit, but what then? Besides, Sam and Travis had to know she was gone and were probably already looking for her.
As if reading her mind Cathy returned with a soft chuckle. “Don’t worry about your friends. I’m sure they’re busy trying to stay out of jail. The whole city is on lockdown. So it will be just you and me…”
The crack of a whip was the only warning before fire lanced through Ruby’s flesh. As the whip continued to strike her, the demon wondered if maybe Hell wouldn’t be a better alternative.
Bobby paced the room while the boys brought him up to speed with what had happened. “Well this is a fine mess. Okay, first you two need to stay in the room.”
“But…” Sam started before the older hunter held up his hand.
“It’s almost morning and you two idjits are plastered over every TV in the area. Even an old woman who is half blind would be able to spot you two. I’m going to go find a place to hide the car. In the meantime, I downloaded the video feed onto that flash drive over there. I suggest you check it out and see if you recognize anyone.” Bobby grabbed the keys from Sam and quickly exited out the door.
“Well someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning…” Travis began as he moved closer to look over Sam’s shoulder.
“And this is a good day for him…” Sam replied as he waited for the video to download onto his laptop. It didn’t take long before they were watching people enter and leave the shop.
“How long is this feed?” Travis wondered a half hour later.
“Who knows, but it’s all we’ve got so let’s hope whoever purchased the mirror is on here or else we’re screwed.” Sam muttered as he moved closer to the screen. He saw a woman enter the shop, his breath hitched as he recognized her.
“Cathy!” Both men said in unison as they watched the young woman gaze around the store. She picked up various items, inspecting them closely before she put them back down. It looked like she was going to leave until something caught her eye. She picked up a large ornate box and shook it.
“What’s this?” She asked the store owner
“I don’t know, it came in with the last shipment from overseas. If you break it though, you buy it lady.”
The girl continued to move her hands around the box until with a triumphant yell she slid the top free. “It had a hidden catch! My grandmother had a box that had a hidden compartment—she used to keep her wedding ring hidden in it.”
“So what’s inside?” The shopkeeper moved closer to peer over the girl’s shoulder.
She reached inside the box and pulled out an ornate hand mirror. The edges were tarnished with age but the glass was actually crystal clear. “How much do you want for it?”
The next few minutes were taken up with the girl and the shopkeeper agreeing to the terms of purchase. As the girl gazed into the face of the mirror, Sam sucked in a breath. It was hardly noticeable—a light tightening around the mouth and rapid breathing.
“Look, I think the spirit took her over right here.” Sam pointed to the girl who now appeared to be standing straighter. Even her speech had changed as she bid the man who had sold her the mirror good bye.
“She was there under our noses the whole time.” Travis slammed his fist on the table.
“Well now we know who she is; we need to figure out where she’s hiding. With any luck we’ll be able to track her down, get Ruby and finish the job without ending up in jail.” Sam stated as he began to type into the computer.
“Ah, you had to say it—now we’re gonna be reaching for the soap for sure!” Travis lamented.
A short time later both boys froze as the door to their room opened slowly. They sighed with relief as the grizzled features of Bobby Singer appeared with bags of food. “I decided we better stock up since you idjits can’t be seen.”
“We may have found where Elizabeth is hiding.” Sam replied as he stood to help the man with the bags.
“And?” Bobby remarked as he dropped the last of the groceries on the floor by the small fridge.
“Catherine Bell actually lives in an apartment uptown, but she inherited an old estate from her grandmother just outside the city limits. I figure we can go there, get the job done and then head out of town before anyone is the wiser…” Sam stopped as he saw his friend shake his head.
“First we have to make sure she’s there; which means someone has to do a little recon work. In the meantime, you two better get some rest because either way tonight you get out of town.” Bobby moved to the other side of the bed and picked up a strange box.
“What’s that?” Travis asked.
“It’s a hex box. You can’t really destroy a cursed object. But this will neutralize it. We just have to get the spirit to leave the poor woman’s body so it can be drawn back into the mirror before we close the lid on it.” Bobby took a few minutes to review the map and directions on how to get to the estate.
“Why are you bringing it with? You can’t do this on your own Bobby!” Sam protested.
“I’m putting it in my truck. Look the Impala is parked in an underground garage about a mile from here. If I’m not back after sundown, then grab the car and meet me at the estate.” Bobby paused and looked at Sam; his eyes grew kinder as he realized the young hunter was torn. “I’ve been doing this alone a lot longer than you son. I know what I’m doing.”
“Okay Bobby, but you don’t go in unless you call us first.” Sam replied as he stood and placed a hand on the older man’s shoulder. “I don’t want to lose you too…”
Ruby screamed until her throat was sore. She could smell the burnt flesh as another burst of electricity surged through her reluctant muscles. “You’ve been a bad bad girl. You’re not a virgin!” Cathy scowled at her before she pressed the switch again.
“Gah—go to—hell—you—bitch” Ruby managed before another scream was torn from her battered lips. She’d lost track of time as the woman standing above her continued to torture her body. She’d love to leave this meat suit, but the woman somehow had figured out what she was.
She remembered the furious look on her captor’s face as she charged into the room and held the red hot poker to her shoulder. The binding symbol was seared into her flesh while the words flowed from the woman’s tongue. Ruby had blacked out for a short time only to waken to the feeling of her nerves being on fire.
Suddenly the pain stopped as a soft hand cupped her cheek almost tenderly. “I’ve never bathed in demon blood before—could that be the missing ingredient? I wonder?”
“Why are—are you—doing this?” Ruby thought maybe if she kept the woman talking she’d give the boys more time to find her.
“Why to ensure that my beauty never dies of course! This skin isn’t as pretty as my old one but it is still pleasant to look upon don’t you think?” The woman moved her hands down her firmly toned body, pausing for a moment as she reached for something on the table near Ruby’s head.
The demon watched as the woman picked up the mirror and held it out in front of her. She was no longer talking to the demon but rather herself as she preened in front of it. “Who’s a pretty girl now?” She cooed as she dipped her fingers into the blood that had pooled on Ruby’s stomach, only to rub it gently onto her own pale cheeks. “See how the skin drinks it in. I found the secret out quite by accident. A spot of blood on my skin showed me the truth of its power.”
“You do realize your crazy as a bat? There is no such spell. I should know—I once was a witch like you…” Ruby watched as the woman carefully put the mirror back on the table. She arched as the current resumed only this time slightly higher.
“You never were nor will you ever be as pretty or powerful as me—never!” Ruby hissed as she felt teeth tear into the flesh of her cheek. The woman stood with blood dripping from her lips before she licked it clean. “Never—now where were we?”
Bobby Singer noticed right away that the estate was inhabited. He moved quietly towards the old wrap around porch. There were lights on inside and he’d seen a blue Camry that fit the description Sam had given him parked in a shed behind the house. “Gotcha bitch!” he whispered softly as he backed up and took out his cell phone. After letting Sam know he’d found the crazy woman, he promised he’d wait for reinforcement to arrive.
He decided though that he could at least get things ready. He returned to his truck and grabbed the hex box along with the rite he’d need to expel the spirit. He also grabbed his salt gun and some extra rounds. He figured it would take Sam at least an hour to get here. In the meantime, he’d do some more scouting.
The experienced hunter quietly entered the house, leaving the front door unlocked as he moved further inside. He figured the main event would probably be happening downstairs. But to make sure he headed up to search the bedrooms above. After a thorough search, he hadn’t found any signs other than a disturbing stain on the bathroom tub.
It was clear this was the right place as he backed out of the room. From the height of the ring, the tub must have been filled with blood—at least it looked that way. Which meant some poor girl or girls had made the fatal contribution. At least it wasn’t fresh.
He made his way to the back of the house and paused as he heard a sound. He moved closer to the doorway that probably led to the cellar and stopped again, his hand on his shotgun as he quietly opened the door. The keening noise he heard from below was inhuman.
Looking back towards the front door he debated but as a scream echoed from below he knew, demon or not—nothing deserved to suffer like that. He grabbed the hex box and began to descend into the basement. His eyes adjusted to the darkness as he turned towards a lit room at the end of along hallway. As he entered the room he stopped in shock at the scene before him. “Oh my god!” It was all he got out before something connected with the back of his head. As darkness pulled him down, his last thoughts were maybe he’d get to finally join Dean.
Sam and Travis managed to pack up the Impala and get out of the city limits in what would have made even Dean Winchester proud. Sam parked next to Bobby’s truck and quickly moved to the trunk to grab what he would need. He gazed around and wasn’t surprised not to find his friend waiting for him.
“So you think he went in?” Travis whispered as he grabbed his own shotgun and checked it before grabbing some extra rounds.
Sam nodded. “Of course, it’s what any of us would have done. He’s probably checking the place out. If he’d managed to complete the hunt, we would have heard. So watch yourself!”
It didn’t take long for the hunters to gain access to the large estate. They both grinned as they opened the door obviously left that way by Bobby. They paused for a moment before Sam headed directly for the back of the house. He knew his friend would have checked the rest of the home. Besides, it was probably written in the bad guys’ handbook that all bad things had to happen in a basement.
As they approached the door, they noticed it was ajar. Sam motioned for Travis to be quiet as he gazed down at the steps. There was the sound of laughter followed by a voice he’d know anywhere. The two hunters headed silently down the steps.
“Leave him alone you crazy bitch!” Ruby’s voice echoed from the lit room at the end of a long hallway. Sam motioned for Travis to follow and watch his back as he raised his own weapon. As he approached the room he heard another voice that must belong to Cathy.
“You know, you Americans think this practice originated with your Indians. But we had this from my time in Europe, long before you even knew there was land here. It’s really quite interesting. I’ve done it many times—the trick is to just get enough so that the person lives, then you have access to a whole new level of torture. My husband was particularly fond of this and I learned from him.”
“Just get it over with you crazy bitch or are you trying to talk me to death—ARGH!” Bobby’s pain filled yell galvanized the young hunter into action. As he entered the room his eyes couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Bobby was tied to a chair as the woman began to saw at his scalp with a sharp serrated knife. Blood flowed from the wound down the older man’s face as he tried to move away from the blade.
Without thinking, Sam aimed and shot both rounds of salt into the woman. She fell back, but soon stood and rushed towards the startled hunters. Travis emptied his own gun into the woman before she finally stayed down. Sam moved towards Bobby while Travis moved towards Ruby. Both men were beyond horrified by what they found.
Bobby’s scalp luckily was still in place, but the wound was deep just beneath his hairline. It was going to take some stitches. Sam pulled a bandana out of his pocket and quickly tied it around his friend’s head to staunch the flow of blood. “I thought you were going to wait?”
Bobby didn’t bother with a reply as his hands were finally cut free. He rubbed his wrists for a moment before he surged to his feet. “We have to get her contained—she won’t stay down long!”
Sam quickly grabbed the salt container from his pocket and circled the unconscious woman with a ring of salt. “Do you know where the mirror is?” Sam asked Bobby as he put a steadying hand on the old hunter’s shoulder.
“Do I look like I had time?” Bobby grunted.
“It’s—it’s on the table—behind me…” Ruby whispered with a soft groan.
“How is she?” Sam asked as he saw the hex box on the other side of the room.
“She is doing just fine…” Ruby said as she turned her head to glare at Sam. “And she’d be doing even better if butter fingers here could pick a lock faster!”
“These are old padlocks—give me a break!” Travis muttered as he continued to work on the locks to the cuffs that held Ruby captive.
“Stop your yammerin and get the mirror. We have to get this done before…”
“FBI! Drop your weapons and get your hands in the air or I swear I’ll shoot!” Garrison shouted. Sam turned and stared at the man who had hounded them for months. The gun was aimed at his head while another gun held by a man he’d never met was aimed at Bobby.
“You got him Dex?” Garrison asked as he pulled out a set of handcuffs.
“Go ahead, I’ve got ‘em covered.”
“Now, you are going to let me put these cuffs on you and then maybe your girlfriend here can get some medical help. Luckily for this young woman, we arrived in time to stop you from doing more damage Winchester!” Garrison moved towards the young woman lying on the floor. His foot broke the salt line as he leaned down to check her pulse.
Suddenly the woman jumped up and with a wave of her hand sent the surprised FBI agent into the wall. He fell to the ground unconscious. “Stop or I’ll shoot!” The other agent called out but before he could pull the trigger, he found himself sailing across the room to land with a crash on the floor. His gun skidded out of sight under the table the other girl was tied down to.
Sam moved to stand between the irate woman and the downed FBI agents. “Leave them alone. They are not a part of this…”
“Ah, you think you can imprison me again. No, I won’t have it. All of you will die beginning with the girl!” Cathy held out her hand towards Sam but this time nothing happened. The woman backed up towards the broken circle of salt, a shocked look on her face. “No, you cannot do this!”
“I sure can sister, you forgot to put the IV back in after your last little session—now see what it feels like to face off with a demon!” Ruby’s eyes went black as she closed her fist. The woman fell to her knees, her hands going to her throat as she tried to breathe.
“Ruby no!” Sam called out as he moved to repair the damage to the circle. “She’s contained now, you can let her go!”
“No way Sammy—this bitch is mine!” Ruby continued to squeeze until Sam touched her shoulder.
“Please Ruby, the girl is innocent.” Sam felt the tension leave the demon as her eyes returned to normal. She swayed slightly but remained sitting as Travis worked on the cuffs still holding her ankles to the table.
“Fine, but she owes me a new T Shirt when this all done.” Ruby crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.
Sam moved over towards the unconscious FBI agent and felt for a pulse before he stood and walked over to where the other one sat stunned. “Are you okay?” Sam asked softly.
“I—I—what the hell was that?” Dex said as he looked over at the half naked girl on the table.
“Well, it’s a long story and one we probably don’t have time to tell you. But the girl is possessed by a homicidal ghost. We are going to try to help her, but you have to stay out of it. Can you do that?” Sam watched at the agent looked to his partner before nodding slightly.
“Good, why don’t you have a seat in the chair?” Sam helped the man up and gently moved him over to sit in the chair Bobby had vacated. Meanwhile Bobby had managed to get the mirror and already placed it in the box. He placed the box just outside the salt ring.
“Let me out! I swear if you don’t I’ll find a way to kill you all!” Cathy screamed as she tried to break free of the circle.
“I don’t think so sweetheart. It’s time for you to go back to sleep.” Bobby began to recite the words on the paper in front of him. As he continued, the woman in the circle began to moan before falling to her knees. Suddenly, her head fell back and what looked like a white vapor exited from her nose, mouth and eyes.
“Now Sam!” Bobby called as he continued to read.
Sam quickly set the box inside the circle and watched as the mist circled higher trying to escape. But soon it was drawn back to the box, to the very object that had kept the deranged woman’s soul. He almost thought he heard the spirit cry out as it was drawn into the mirror.
“Close it up!” Bobby interrupted Sam’s thoughts.
The young hunter quickly covered the box and locked the lid shut. He watched as the older hunter spoke another incantation over the box before he finally sank to his knees. “It’s done…”
Sam rushed to his friend and kept him from falling any further. “You okay Bobby?”
“Sure I’m fine but I don’t think that poor girl is…” The old hunter said sadly.
A quick check of the woman proved the old man was right. “She’s gone—damn it!” Sam said softly as he slammed his fist against the wall.
“It might be better for her son. I mean, she would have ended up in prison or worse for what the ghost did in her body.” Bobby said softly as he slowly stood, wavering slightly. “But now we need to get out of here—before your buddy wakes and decides prison gray is our color.”
“Sounds good, you guys ready?” Sam began to gather their things but stopped when he heard Ruby’s voice.
“So, did anyone think to bring me a change of clothes?”
Raven524 - April 24, 2010 10:10 PM (GMT)
The weary hunters pulled up to a small no name hotel outside of Galena Illinois. Sam had driven them through the night after making arrangements for Bobby’s truck to be kept safe with a fellow hunter who was in the area. The man agreed to bring it to Bobby’s on his way to his next hunt.
He’d held his breath when he checked in but so far, no one seemed to take notice of them. As he parked outside their rooms, he smiled at the couple in the back seat. Ruby had her head resting on Travis’s shoulder while the other hunter had his arm around her. Both were sound asleep. The young hunter grabbed his phone and took a quick picture before he cleared his throat.
“Okay, time to get the walking wounded inside.” Sam watched as both Ruby and Travis jerked awake and hastily pulled apart. Ruby was dressed in a pair of Sam’s sweatpants and one of his hoodies. The pants had been rolled up to accommodate her smaller frame. But he knew there was plenty of damage underneath.
He opened the back door and reached in to help the ailing demon. “Hands off unless you want to lose them!” Ruby remarked as she slowly pulled herself from the car.
“I thought you might need some help…” Sam replied as he opened the other door and reached in for Bobby.
“That goes double for me…you want to help, you can carry in the bags!” Bobby replied as he slowly followed Ruby towards their rooms. Sam opened the door to each room and sighed as Ruby and Bobby entered under their own steam.
“So I’ll toss you for the one who gets to work on Ruby.” Travis snickered as he grabbed two of the bags.
“And you think Bobby will be easier?” Sam replied.
“Well Bobby can’t throw me against the wall with a flick of his finger—so yeah, I’d rather take him.” Travis grabbed one of the first aid kits and headed for their shared room. “Oh and I get the other bed—you can have the uncomfortable chair.”
Sam shook his head as he entered Ruby’s room. He sighed as he saw the woman lying on the bed, her eyes closed. “Ruby?”
“I’ll be fine Sammy. I just need to get some sleep and the wounds will heal on their own. I just need you to do me one small favor?” Ruby pushed herself up on the bed and held out a knife to Sam.
“What?” Sam wondered what the demon was up to now.
“I need you to break the binding link that bitch put on me. I feel so trapped in this skin…” She sighed as she pulled the hoodie over her head and let it fall to the ground. Sam saw the mark that was similar to his own on the girl’s shoulder.
“This is gonna hurt…” He replied as he moved to do the demon’s bidding.
“This will be nothing compared to what I’ve suffered…” Ruby met Sam’s eyes for a moment before the hunter nodded and granted her request. After it was done, the demon lowered herself back onto the bed and pulled the covers up. “Now if you’ll excuse me—this girl needs her beauty sleep.”
“Sure—I’ll—I’ll jus go make sure Bobby hasn’t killed Travis yet.” Sam started to head towards the door. It was a strange world he lived in now. He rubbed the scar on his own arm for a moment before he opened the door to his room only to be met with Travis heading out.
“You were right! I’ll just sleep in the car Sammy.” Travis replied as he headed for the safety of the car.
“That’s right you idjit, you better run—if this leaves a scar I’m gonna…” Sam just shook his head and entered the room. Yes it was a strange world, but it was his for now and he’d make the best of it.
Dex stood outside the hospital room where Garrison was recovering from his abrupt introduction to the wall. He smiled as Mike handed him a cup of coffee. “Thanks man.”
“No problem. So, you guys caught the Bloodthirst Killer—and he turned out to be a she?” Mike looked into the room as the doctor continued his exam.
“I guess so.” Dex still couldn’t believe everything he’d seen. But there was one thing he did know. The picture that the file painted of Sam Winchester and his friends was definitely not the right one. He remembered his shock as the young man handed him his gun and waited until he’d called for backup before leaving with the strange box.
“And the fugitives?” Mike persisted.
Dex looked down at his feet for a moment before he looked up and met the police officer’s eyes. “They were never there. After Garrison and I located the Estate for Catherine Bell, she attacked my partner and me. The woman was crazy or hopped up on something, I don’t know. But when I woke, she was dead—an apparent heart attack is what the coroner is saying.”
“That’s the story you’re sticking with huh?” Mike’s eyes twinkled.
“It’s not a story. I still can’t believe she got the drop on us…” Dex blushed but turned as the doctor left the room. “How is he Doctor?”
“He’ll be fine. He doesn’t remember anything from the past few days but that’s common with this kind of head injury. We’ll keep him for a day or two just to make sure and then you can take him home.”
“Thanks!” Dex replied as he turned to the detective. “I’d better go in and fill him in on what happened.”
“Sure, you do that…” Mike said as he dropped his empty cup into the trash. “I’ll see you around Dex.”
Dex walked up to the bed and gazed down at his partner. What he was about to do went against everything he stood for. And yet, he couldn’t deny what he’d witnessed. He wasn’t sure who Sam Winchester really was, but he knew in his gut the man didn’t belong in jail. After all, he did owe Sam Winchester this one small favor—the man could have easily killed them both but instead he’d stood in front of them like a human shield.
“Wh’t hpn?” Garrison’s eyes were unfocused.
“Well it’s a long story, but at least we got the bad guy—or in this case the bad girl…”
Mike Wexler smiled as he listened for a moment before leaving the FBI agents behind. He was glad Sam had gotten away. He knew the FBI agent wasn’t telling everything, but then neither had he when he’d found out what was out there. All he knew is, he slept better at night knowing Sam Winchester was out there fighting the other bad things in the night.
Stokes - April 27, 2010 12:13 AM (GMT)
What'd you think of the episode? Post your comments below.
mary_connell25 - April 27, 2010 02:07 AM (GMT)
Awesome story! Great job. I had to smile at the thought of Ruby and Travis cuddling in the back seat. Keep up the great work everyone. It's great to have you all and your stories back!! :skip