BLOOD OR LOVE

ENCOUNTER

I hope this chapter doesn't confuse y'all.

Anyways, let's dive in straight.

*DEAN'S POV*

Dean's mind was in a haze, unsure how he ended up in bed or if sleep had even claimed him. Morning felt empty.

Hours ticked by as he stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"What am I doing?" Dean whispered, his voice barely audible.

His conscience echoed back, "You know the answer. Don't pretend you don't."

As dusk's clouds gathered, Lisa's image haunted him.

"Is she safe? Is she nourished, body and soul? Does she smile?" The relentless questions consumed him.

Desperation drove him to seek her.

"Just one glimpse of her," he thought, "and maybe, just maybe, I'll find some peace."

With newfound resolve, Dean rose, determined to check on Lisa.

Dean arrived at Lisa's estate as twilight's shadows danced across the grounds.

That's when he saw him - the monster who had messed up his world.

Mr. McCarthy, the ruthless killer of his family, stood before him, issuing commands to his guards.

"Secure every inch of this place," McCarthy growled, his voice dripping with spite.

Dean's eyes burned with hatred as he whispered, "He's actually the one who destroyed my family."

As McCarthy's car disappeared into the night, Dean slipped through the gates, the shadows were his guide to manoeuvre any found of surveillance.

But this time, the heightened security sent a jolt of caution through him. He became a shadow, silent as a whisper.

Finally, he reached Lisa's window, open to the night air. And that's where he found her, on the edge of despair.

"ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Dean's voice exploded, shattering the darkness.

Lisa's eyes fluttered open, in recognition to the voice.

Dean burst through the window, kneeling beside her.

"What do you want?" Lisa spat.

Dean's voice cracked. "What are you doing? Please, don't."

Lisa's sarcasm was heartbreaking. "You'll kill me yourself, anyway."

"No, Lisa, I won't harm you. I swear."

Lisa's voice dripped with desperation. "End my suffering. Kill me, and let me find peace."

As she tightened her grip on the glass, a bloody slash marred her palm.

For an instant, silence hung like a the darkness.

Then Lisa's cry erupted. "KILL ME ALREADY! YOU'RE HERE TO KILL ME, AREN'T YOU? WHY WAIT?"

Her words lashed at Dean like a whip.

"I CAN'T KILL YOU!" Dean protested.

Lisa's cry grew frantic.
"WHY NOT? I WANT TO DIE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT TO KILL ME!"

Dean's voice matched hers, a crescendo of emotion. "I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU, LISA! IF I DID, YOU'D BE DEAD BY NOW!"

Dean's voice cracked as he confessed, "I'm an assassin, Lisa. Sent to kill you. But from the moment I saw you, something shifted inside me. I just couldn't which was new to me. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."