The Ninth

Part 9. Copy of feelings

Within half an hour Hal came to Kayla. She was shook.

"I'm horrified that Darla is here. What did she want from you?"

"Hal, damn, I think... I pissed her off. In exchange for Dana's life, she wanted to take you away again, so that you two could go on the same multi-year bloody raid around the coast like 100 years ago. I told her that she won't ever get you and she told me that she'd solve the problem otherwise then and that I'd regret it. Now I'm scared because everything she does next will remain on my account..."

"Yeah, this is really bad... I know her, she is capable of anything. But I wouldn't go with her. Those 30 prison-like years were beyond enough for me. I was emotionless and tormented every person she pointed at."

"Listen, we need to keep an eye on Dean and Dana now. What if she still wants to kill Dana for what she did? I see who she really is now, she simply doesn't care about everything and everyone."

"We also need to get rid of Mary Louise. Right. We have things to do. Let's start with them tomorrow evening."

- - - - -

It was still a bit dark outside despite the morning hours. Around 7 am, Dean abruptly woke up and decided that he should be the one to kill Mary Louise after all.

Quietly waking Dana, he climbed over her.

"Dana... I need a couple of sips of your blood, I'm afraid I won't make it before dawn, I need to just play it safe."

"Ugh... Where are you going?" she asked.

"I want to kill Mary Lou myself."

"Uh-huh..."

Without opening her eyes, Dana held her wrist out to him. Dean did the thing, silently got up and left the apartment.

His path was to Corona - Mary Louise still loved to hang out at night there. Two days a week the bar worked almost 24/7. Closer to 7 am, he was already there, and seeing him, Martha started smiling but then the smile instantly disappeared from her face. Dean noticed this and quickly approached her.

"Martha, what's up? Listen, I wanted to ask..."

Martha's eyes were darting back and forth, they expressed obvious fear. She grabbed her phone and started typing a message to Dean. He understood it right away.

"Dean, for heaven's sake, don't turn around!!!" she texted him.
"Why?" he replied.
"She's standing behind you!!!"
"Who?!"

Thinking that Martha meant Mary Louise, Dean turned around without a second thought...

The sheen of her raven hair caught his eye.

"I'm Darla, nice to meet you. Phasmatos motus," she held her hand out to him with a sinister smile.

Dean got appalled: it felt like an invisible hand pushed him to her. But he shook her hand.

"No! Don't do it! Dean, no!" Martha screamed.

Darla squeezed his hand and stared right into his eyes, thus activating compulsion and magical mind control, and started speaking with her eyes shut.

"I offered to exchange Dana for Hal, but the blonde refused. Therefore, I will do worse. I will make Dana suffer. I know Mary Louise loves you so far. So, you'll be with her because I want to, because none of you wanted it in a good way. You'll be with Mary Louise, she will be your only interest from now on, Dana is nobody to you, it's over."

"No!!!" Martha wildly screamed after hearing Darla's words. "Dean, try to reject this! You can do it, don't give up!"

But it was too late. Having finished compelling, Darla opened her eyes, turned around, smiled and literally disappeared. Dean rolled his eyes in pain, and the next second, the world appeared completely different.

"God, no..." Martha lowered her hands with a tremor in her voice.

"I need to see Mary Louise," Dean said coldly. "Have you seen her today?"

"Not yet..."

"Doesn't matter. I'll find her myself."

"Dean... no, you can't just give up like this. You need to go home to Dana."

"No, I needn't."

Dean glared at Martha with displeasure.

"I... I got it..."

"If Mary Lou shows up, notify me about it. I have to go. Bye."

Slamming the door, Dean disappeared into the darkness of the night. Martha was horrified: now her early dislike for Dana was gone. She couldn't imagine what would happen with Dana. These thoughts just shattered her heart.

And that morning, Dean didn't come back home.