Chapter 10:

Rating: This chapter NC-17

She was dangerous. She was strong. She was extremely hungry and she wanted to quiet it with Dean's blood.

Liz had smashed Dean against the door and Dean was pushing her away from her shoulders. She grabbed Dean's shoulders and tried to pull herself closer to Dean and his neck. Dean didn't want to hit or hurt Liz any other way and it made the situation even harder. His hands started to get tired when Liz kept on pulling.

When Liz's teeth came closer and closer, Dean gathered all his power to his hand and shoved Liz away from him. She hit the wall behind her and Dean quickly moved away from her. He couldn't leave the room and let Liz go eat someone else, but inside here he would probably die. Ironic laughter echoed in Dean's head when he had a moment to think about the situation. The girl he had been worried over so long, now tried to kill him. Well, guess that is one way to go.

Liz pushed herself away from the wall and looked at Dean madly. She walked to him slowly and Dean could see the plan forming in her mind. So Dean did first thing that came to his mind; he talked.

“Hey, Liz. You don't want to kill me, I'm your friend - at least kind of,” Dean talked and kept his hands ready waiting for Liz's next eating attempt. Liz looked him her head tilted, like she wouldn't understand what he was saying.

“You are not one of those vampires that drinks human blood. Liz... Princess, I know you are gentle girl and...,” Dean spoke, but Liz cut him off by attacking him violently. She hit and punched and Dean had to be extra careful when he blocked Liz's attacks, because he tried not to hit any furniture as he escaped from her.

“C'mon, Liz! Princess, come back,” Dean yelled when he was starting to get tired to circling the room. Liz stopped and looked at Dean. The seconds felt so long when Dean kept his eyes locked onto Liz's. Liz looked at him and slowly she started to tremble. She trembled for a moment and then her teeth pulled back. She dropped down like a ragdoll. Dean let his fists fall and he sighed.

Heavy breathing drew Dean's attention to Liz. She was sitting in the middle of the room watching the floor. Dean was shocked and sad that he had been right. He had killed Liz.

“Please. Go cover the wound,” Liz whispered, and Dean knew it was the smartest thing to do.

“Yeah I guess I could do that. I don't like being a snack,” he snorted and walked pass Liz going straight to the bathroom.

When he came back, Liz was standing and looking around in the messy room. She looked exhausted and so fragile, even though Dean knew there wasn't anything fragile in her - not at least physically. She looked so lost when she looked out of the window to the blue sky.

“You okay?” Liz asked and turned her head slowly to Dean.

“Yeah, I am. Not even a scratch - expect of course..,” Dean said and pointed out the wound he had made himself. Liz nodded gratefully. Dean felt weird; few minutes ago Liz had tried to kill him and now they talked like normal people.

“I’ll go now,” Liz told Dean and walked to the door. Dean was already standing next to it, so he didn't have to move much to block Liz's way.

“No, Liz, you are not going anywhere. You will tell me everything,” Dean said looking at Liz.

“The hell I will,” Liz said and turned around. She aimed to the window, but Dean caught her from her pelvis. He just simply lifted her to air and carried her deeper to their motel room - away from the door and the window. The whole time Liz was fighting back, but she was light so Dean didn't really have hard time.

When Dean let her go, she looked pissed.

“Dean... Let me leave,” Liz said and tried to reach a nice voice.

“No. You aren't getting away that easily,” Dean said and was ready to catch Liz when she would try to escape again.

“Well you are right there. I haven't gotten away with anything easily,” Liz murmured as her eyes searching a way to get pass Dean and out of the room. Those looks didn't stay unnoticed by Dean, but he said nothing about it. He just followed her eyes to predict her next moves.

“That's exactly what I mean. You are all about making me feel guilty. Best way to do that is to tell me everything,” Dean told her and noticed his inner masochist talking. If Liz told everything, it would just kill Dean, but still he wanted her to talk.

Liz didn't answer him. Instead of talking she moved. She tried to go passed Dean from his left side, but the whole attempt was hopeless. Dean took one step to his left and Liz walked straight to his chest. She pushed him, but he hardly even noticed it.

“Let me go,” Liz said in a threatening voice, but Dean just shook his head and shrugged.

“I'm sorry, but no,” he smirked and that was enough to Liz. She started to push and hit Dean all she could, but Dean didn't give in although he had to admit that Liz had become one strong girl. But that is what happens when one takes a dose of a vampire blood. He felt Liz's every punch and was sure that tomorrow his body would be covered with bruises.

“Let me go!” Liz yelled, when Dean placed his hands around her, keeping her of using her hands. He turned Liz around so it was easier to hold her; Liz's back was against Dean's stomach when she tried to struggle her way to freedom. She started to sound hysterical and panicked, but Dean just kept pressing her closer to his body. He placed his head right next to hers.

“I tried, Liz. I really did,” Dean whispered to her ear in a heartbreaking voice. He was tired of seeing his Liz so messed up and just so different. He didn't want to see that badass Liz who beat the crap out of people and drove like a man; he wanted to see his own Liz again. That girl who, had drank his milkshake; that girl, who had called his baby a beauty without knowing anything about cars; that girl, who had hated the stars because of aliens; that girl, who had looked so lost behind his door; that girl, who had leaded him to Heaven with food; that girl, who had took his hand even though he just had ran someone over.

As an answer to Dean, Liz stopped fighting and slowly her body started to shake. Her head dropped down and a low sobs started. Dean turned her around and gently pressed her back to his chest. Dean caressed her hair with slow strokes of hand and she didn't try to get away; she laid her head down to his chest, making him feel needed. Dean wasn't sure if she did cry or not; she made only soft noises now and then, and she hardly moved. And Dean felt like he was 21 again.

The motel doorway, no pants on, open door, cold air, wounded Liz... It was that moment again, but with so many differences.

“I hated you. My God, I hated you so much and so long. All I could think of was that I should get to you and make you pay,” Liz whispered in a suppressed voice. Chills ran along Dean's spine - it wasn't nice to hear something like that. Actually Dean felt like someone was tightening a rope around his neck. He fought through the feeling of suffocating, and all the time his hand was moving in Liz's hair.

“And then.. Then I found you. I wasn't yet sure what to do to you, so I decided to follow you around for a while. I thought that I could come up with something good like that, but then I saw how you became friends with him - how he started to need you. The bond he created with you is something that I will never forget... The last straw was when you jumped after him to the dark water and pulled him back up,” Liz tried to speak in a natural voice, but there were peaks of emotions when her memories came back to her.

Dean knew who she was talking about; Lucas. Even though he knew that Liz wouldn't know things like that without actually being there, it was so hard to believe. It just didn't sound right.

“I couldn't do it. You were needed by too many for me to take you out. So I left. And I killed. I had to let my wrath out somehow, so I put to rest more supernatural things than I could even count. I didn't sleep - hell, I didn't even eat. Finally I was so exhausted and hungry, that I ate like a hungry lion and then I slept almost a week. And when I woke up... You were the first thing in my mind,” Liz talked like she had done seven years earlier; once she had started it was like she couldn't stop, like she just had been waiting for someone to talk to.

Dean listened. He was almost a good listener, but he never knew what to say. Especially in this case. Liz talked about how she had hated him and how his actions and failures had ruined her life permanently.

Liz pulled away from Dean and looked at Dean's sad face with her brown puppy eyes. Dean felt something move inside of him, when he saw his Liz watching deep into his eyes. He felt like he should say something, but once again all thoughts had left him.

“I'm sorry,” was all he came up with during a short silence. Still, it actually was all he wanted to say to Liz. He really was sorry.

“I don't hate you anymore. Not that much at least”, Liz said and walked away from Dean. She sat on to a bed and looked at the floor, ”but I am bitter. Extremely. Things I did, things that had been done to me before I got a hang of this...” Liz didn't sound mad or bitter, she just sounded reasonable. Dean understood all Liz was saying and he was even little amazed that she could be so calm - and that she didn't hate him anymore, much anyway.

Liz stopped talking, but Dean wanted to know more. He wanted to know what exactly have been done to her; description 'rapid dogs' didn't promise anything good.

Only problem was that Dean had no idea how to ask nicely, and he wanted to do it the nice way. They had something there, what Dean didn't want to break. His brain was overheating when he thought of the way to ask her; the topic probably wasn’t one of Liz's favorites and it made everything even harder.

The room's atmosphere was strange; there still could be sensed remains of the fight before and the air was sizzling with strong negative emotions, but there was floating this unspoken forgiveness and a growing wave of consensus and friendship.

“Liz...,” Dean said gathering his courage, and Liz raised her head a little, “Tell me, please.”

Liz sighed and she looked beaten, and so exhausted. She had run out of batteries. It was one of those sights that tried to pull Dean to the ground, but he knew he couldn't give in. She was a vampire, so what? Her basic nature was too good that she could never drink human blood and if she did she would pick only bad guys for dinner. Maybe she was a vampire, but that didn't mean that everything was lost. Dean wanted to make Liz feel better, and it gave him powers to keep his head up.

“Dean you don't want to know. It will only make you feel worse. What I just told you, I told because I wanted you to know it before I leave,” Liz said.

“Please,” Dean repeated. Liz said nothing. She just stared in front of her, and Dean thought it was good thing. She didn't refuse immediately, so she must be considering about telling. Dean didn't brought her back from her thoughts - who knows, maybe there is happening something important. Then suddenly she sighed and turned to look Dean directly into the eyes.

“But remember I warned you,” she just said and Dean nodded. He started to scare and regret his request. This couldn't be good thing, but he wasn't going to back down - and it was already too late.

“That night... When they took me. During that night I was sure it would be the worst night of my whole life - I couldn't be more wrong. The following nights I hoped that they all would have been like the first one,” Liz's voice was delicate when she talked and her eyes were looking out of the window to the bright sunshine, “They took me to their nest. I didn't know where I was because they had covered my eyes, but when we got there, they unblinded me. There were only seven of them, all looking me with their hungry eyes and I had no idea what was going on. I thought they were bunch of crazy people who wanted to scare me, but my first question from them was 'Where's Dean?'

Not dead, was their answer and that gave me a little hope. Maybe you would come and carry me out of there. One of the men, who was clearly the leader, told me that I should go to sleep and we would start tomorrow. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I wasn't going to sleep there. And I told that to him. 'I have no idea who you are, but I'm not staying. I have somewhere to be' was what I answered to them and that caused a fight. When I didn't bend to their will, one of the females dragged me to a back room. There was nothing in there, and she just locked me in. There weren't even windows or light.”

Dean already felt nauseated. The whole story had started so suspiciously, that he was sure that Liz had told nothing yet. It hurt Dean to think her little wounded angel in some scary little room with no light and without any idea what was going on or who those people were. He wanted to hug her, but he decided to save it for later use; this was going to the worse direction, that was sure thing.

Dean already felt nauseated. The whole story had started so suspiciously, that he was sure that Liz had told nothing yet. It hurt Dean to think her little wounded angel in some scary little room with no light and without any idea what was going on or who those people were. He wanted to hug her, but he decided to save it for later use; this was going to the worse direction, that was sure thing.

“I didn't sleep that night. I ran from wall to wall screaming your name like a maniac. I had just seen them to beat you, but I was sure you had got up and were already on your way. They had told me that you weren't dead, and I was hanging in that little piece of information as hard as I could,” the memories got Liz and slowly she closed her eyes, when one tear rolled down her cheek.

“I can still feel the cold stone under my hands, when I kept hitting the walls. I was sure that you would hear me eventually. I kept hitting so long that all the skin from my hands had peeled off, but I didn't stop yelling. I was so scared that even the burning sting in my hands was like nothing. I don't know how long I was there, I lost the track of time as well as I couldn't keep counting the times I said your name that night.”

The lump in Dean's throat helped him understand Liz's desire to get back to him. Dean knew what was to be vindictive; he had been hunting one demon his whole life. He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate to the story like it was any other story, but he saw it too clearly in front of his eyes. Liz's voice was full of pain and her whole essence reminded him so much of those moments seven years ago. And all of them combined caused the rope tighten.

“The leader came to me, it was probably the following day. He said that he had heard my screams and that he was sorry for all the pain they had caused. I asked if they could let me go home, but according to him I was too important, he said that I was meant to be with them. So because of that, I had to be tested. Even thought I was so naïve that I believed they were human, I realized that now was really time to be scared. I don't want to go into details, but my whole body reminds me of that day forever,” Liz took a deep breath and kept a short pause.

“What they did to you?” Dean asked placing his hand to Liz's, which was lying on her thigh. She didn't pull her hand away from him, but actually she didn't respond anyway.

“I really don't want to tell you. I actually don't want to memorize it too much myself. Let's just say, I didn't know that whip could be used so many ways,” Liz started in a strong and defending voice, but she couldn't make it last.

Dean needed fresh air. Whip.. Liz was right; she shouldn't tell him. Just the mentioning of the whip, made Dean think horrifying thoughts. He looked at Liz, and saw the sad look in her eyes when she looked anywhere else than Dean. The thoughts of the whip didn't let Dean be and he wondered did Liz have more scars than him. She had talked that way... God, he needed fresh air, but then she started to speak again.

“My faith to you was inexorable. I believed you would come, and they knew it. When the day turned to night I barely could talk - I had screamed so much. When they finally let me alone I broke into tears. I tried to yell your name, I whistled... Then he came,” sudden shudder made it's way through Liz's body and automatically Dean squeezed her hand, “He said it has been so long since he had get from a human girl. He came closer... He came closer and he grabbed me. I was so weak of the day's torture so I could do nothing. I stood no chance against him.”

Dean's hand squeezed harder Liz's. He knew what was coming and it made all the colors disappear from Dean's face. Something tickled him in the bottom of his stomach, and he recognized it; it was little rage that tried to make it way out and to kill that he, she was talking about. But he kept straight face and tried to calm down - there was more of this story and he hadn't yet even heard what he had done for sure.

“He ripped my clothes off. They were like a weak spider web to him. He pushed me against the wall, and I had no chance to make it out of there - I had no voice left so no one could hear me. And that was the worst night of my life. He raped me over and over and over again. Like I said, there was no bed or any other furniture, so as the rape alone wasn't bad enough, I had to lie in the cold, dirty ground getting all kind of dirt in my wounds. That was the night when my love to you turned into pure burning hate. After that I never said your name again,” Liz tried to keep the tears back but she was living again the most horrible moments of her life.

One of those filthy vampires had raped her precious Liz. He could no longer sit, so he let go of Liz's hand and stood up. He walked around the room and the rage inside him wanted out. It crawled inside of him making his stomach hurt. He couldn't even register the fact that Liz had spoken about love and that she had started to hate him during a rape.

“I will pump his veins full of dead man's blood and then I will cut his limps one by one. Most importantly I will make sure that he is awake the whole time...,” Dean muttered between his lips and his knuckles were all white, when he squeezed his hands. Liz looked at him and she snickered a little.

“Don't worry, sugar, his head has already dropped next to all his loose limbs,” Liz said with a calming voice. She still had the tears on her cheek but there wasn't more coming. Dean looked at her and wondered had she said that to calm him? It had just gave him chills, because imagining Liz ripping someone's limbs off wasn't really one of those pictures he wanted to his head.

Dean returned to sit to the bed next to Liz before she continued.

“It continued for days - at the day time I was tortured by the whole gang with many different methods and at the night time I was being raped by the one and same vampire. I had stopped crying, and I had stopped fighting. I just took everything they did to me and whenever they left me alone, I tried to sleep, but there wasn't a lot of those moments. I was exhausted, when the leader came to me alone. He told me that I had passed their tests and I just told him to bite me. Pretty ironic, but I still had no clue what they truly were. He answered to me 'It doesn't work that way' and then he cut his wrist open, took some blood to his mouth and kissed me.

I have no idea what happened after that, I must have blacked out, but the next time I woke up, I felt good. I felt powerful and better than in a long time. The leader came to me again and explained to me that I was now a vampire, and that I was part of this magnificent elite group of vampires. They were trying to gather some kind of army from the best people in the world. He called himself and his 'family' vampires of the new age - according to him they were vampires who didn't kill randomly. As he talked I got mad. I don't know where it came from, but I was so angry with him that suddenly I just attacked. I ripped his head off and after that I went to search for the others. I saved him to last...,” Liz's voice faded away slowly.

“You killed your vampire family?” Dean asked without believing his ears. Vampires were extremely loyal.

“Yeah. I don't know why, but even as a vampire I hated them,” Liz answered. They were both silent after that; Dean was thinking all he just had heard and he realized that Liz had been right all along. Hearing that had made him feel really horrible and extremely guilty.

“You know what I did after I rushed out of there?” Liz asked, and Dean just shook his head.

“I went home. I really didn't believe that vampire crap. I believed that it was just an adrenaline rush or something. I met Maria outside the Crashdown, and guess what I did?”, without expecting Dean's answer she answered herself, “I tried to eat her. All I could hear was the blood rushing inside her veins and the heart pumping in her chest. I snapped out of it before I killed her, and I left. I ran and I ran and I never went back to home again.” A deep silence fell on them. Dean knew that Liz's friends were everything to her and that must have been really hard and devastating. Suddenly Liz stood up and started walking.

“Liz, where are you going?” Dean asked and walked after her. Liz quickly glanced at him, but didn't stop.

“I have to get out of here,” she replied and tried to reach the door. Like always, Dean was quicker and he grabbed her arm gently before she was out of there. Dean didn't understand anything anymore; parts of him were believing that if they ever got along, it would be now when he knew. Liz looked at him with her soulful eyes.

“All this remembering... It's not good for me... I - I start to feel the hate again and I just.. I will just disappear. Keep the stupid hunt,” Liz stammered.

“You can't leave. We will deal with this hunt together,” Dean pleaded and tried to convince Liz with his eyes. She looked right into them and Dean answered the look. Liz's eyes made him feel unsure once again. They made him feel naked. Liz and Dean stared each other for a long time.

“I missed you,” Liz blurted out and then she turned her face away biting her lip like he had said something really horrible. Dean felt a warmth spreading through his body. Gently he turned Liz's head to him and pressed his lips to hers. Who gave a shit if she was a vampire? Not Dean, that's for sure.

Liz threw her hands around Dean's neck and pulled him closer. He didn't resist; his hands were on Liz's face, but when the kiss got more passionate he moved them to her hair and the other one slid to her back. Liz couldn't get enough of touching him; her hands were all over him and she kept coming closer and closer.

The kiss was not any soft, loving kiss - it was passionate, hot and angry. Liz was grabbing Dean like it didn't matter if he was hurt, and Dean just wanted Liz so badly. The kiss promised much to both of them.

Carefully Dean moved his both hands to Liz's waist and pulled her up. His strong arms kept her up. Dean's manhood reacted automatically to Liz; it was waking up. Dean couldn't think of anything else than Liz and her hot, petite body. With slow movements Dean moved closer to the bed next to them; it's sheets weren't on, but at that moment Dean was glad that there was still the soft mattress where to lay Liz. Dean didn't stop the kissing even for a moment when he started to put Liz down. Not that Liz would have allowed it. She was like a cat in a heat.

When Liz's back touched the bed Dean finally pulled his lips away. He kicked his shoes off before climbing on to Liz, whose eyes had became misty because of the lust. Dean looked at her for a moment and he knew she was the sexiest person in the world. Her lips were a little apart from each other and her breathing was loud. With smile on his face Dean bend to kiss Liz. First he placed a little kiss to Liz's lips, and then he started to make a little road of kisses down to her neck. He bit her a little and moved then to kiss her ear. She moaned out loud and pulled his hair harder.

Dean moved away from the neck area, toward her breasts. First he played with them when the shirt was on; he touched the right one with his right hand as he nibbled the left one carefully with his teeth.

“Oh God... Dean...,” Liz whispered. Dean pulled away from Liz to take her shirt off. He started to pull it up and Liz gave him a little help. She quickly tugged it off and pulled Dean back on her kissing him hungrily, but Dean pulled away from the kiss smiling to Liz. Then he moved back to her breasts, but the shock was so huge that it paralyzed Dean for a moment - Liz wasn't kidding about her body reminding her about those torturing hours.

“Oh, princess..”, Dean sighed as he followed the long scars with his fingers. There was no doubt that those scars were made by that damn whip. If Dean didn't know that the vampires were already dead, he would go and slaughter those sons of bitches. Liz put her hand to Dean's cheek and turned his face to her.

“Don't care about those. Just take me,” she whispered. Dean moved his head closer to Liz.

“I want to do this right. I have wanted you for so many years. I have missed you and maybe on some level I have loved you,” Dean said in a husky voice. Liz stroked his cheek smiling a little.

“Just take me, Dean. I want to feel you. I need to feel you,” she asked in a begging voice. Dean really did want to do this the right way. He wanted to make love to Liz properly, but he cared about her too much to ignore her request, and his own craving of Liz's body wasn't letting him be the lover he wanted to be. So in fact he hadn't any difficulties to do this Liz's way; he just wanted to show Liz that he could be anything that she ever wanted him to be. Gently he caressed her cheek before he moved down accompanied by a little sigh. First he took off Liz's shoes and after that he started to strip her from her pants. Liz was moving anxiously which made Dean hurry his operation.

He threw the pants to the floor, and he looked Liz's bare legs with conflicting feelings; they were beautiful, soft, just enough muscular, but then again scars could be seen all over them. Dean placed a little kisses to both of her thighs. He loved every inch of them, no matter how many scars she had. He would heal every wound she had - at least he would try.

“You are wearing way too much clothes for this,” Liz's voice was soft. Dean looked at her and grinned a little.

“Do you have a meeting that you have to catch or why are you so much in a hurry?” His voice was a bit amused and his day became again a little bit better when Liz looked at him grinning. She was so beautiful with that playful glimpse in her eyes and her jocular expression when she quickly glanced to the door.

“Not that I would care, but your brother may be back any minute,” she said and Dean was just amazed by the change that happened in Liz. Dean wasn't going to say anything about it; he didn't want to try his luck. And he didn't know what had happened to make Liz like that. Maybe after this Liz would eat him, or something. Instead of asking Liz anything he got out of the bed grinning to Liz.

“Anything you want,” he said pulling his shirt of revealing his abs for Liz to admire. Then he took his pants off and slid next to Liz to the bed. Liz reached to kiss him and Dean grabbed her tightly close to him. Their tongues played a little game of their own, when Dean's hands had a mission on their own; while his left hand was on Liz's cheek making sure she can't escape his kisses, his right hand fondled it's way to Liz' back to open her bra. With all the practice Dean has had, quickly the bra was open. He pulled his lips away from hers, and took her bra slowly away.

Liz shivered a little from the cold: she had only her panties on. Dean kissed Liz's ear and whispered to her:

“Soon you will be warm again.” And when Liz slid her hand along Dean's back, he fulfilled his promise, since his urge to have Liz became too high. With few quick moves he got rid of Liz's panties, and as quickly he got out of his.

Dean was nervous. First time since he was seventeen, he was nervous with a woman he intended to have sex with. Look to Liz's brown eyes made his whole body tremble, but despite that he moved to between Liz's legs. Liz's breaths got faster, when she waited for the feeling of satisfaction, what would come when Dean would finally enter her. Instead of using his penis right away, Dean softly placed his hand to Liz's core. He pressed his finger into Liz's wetness causing her moan out loud. He continued moving his finger between her lips, enjoying the sight of Liz groaning and lifting her lower body to get Dean closer to him.

Liz was really getting into it, when Dean pulled his hand away. Liz looked at him with begging gaze and Dean smiled to her.

“You will be getting something better,” and with one thrust he entered her filling her perfectly.
Chapter 11