Queen Of Paradox (Unedited)

No Man Left Behind

William's (P.O.V)

Crouching low, William swept his leg out sending one of the berserkers to the ground. The bigger they are... The berserker growled in outrage and attempted to spring to his feet but William was faster. He straightened and was standing over the male in a heartbeat. He wasted no time plunging a sword through it's heart. A roar sounded behind him as another charged forward. William calmly reclaimed his sword before turning just in time to deliver a kick to the berserkers midsection. He stumbled backwards and William used the moment of disorientation to snap the males neck. He fell into a crumpled heap at William's feet. Surveying his surrounds William counted ten dead berserkers. Last time it was five, before that, three. Seems they were realizing he was stronger than they first assumed but either way William couldn't keep this up. Already he sported injuries here and there. It would only be a matter of time before he needed to feed. If he didn't leave this realm today he didn't think he would survive another day.

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Lana's (P.O.V)

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Dean asked for what had to be the six thousandth time. Lana barely suppressed an eye roll. "You wanna ask me that again?" she said, eyebrow raised. He caught the hint and gave her a sheepish shrug. She took a deep breath and once again faced the big oak doors of the portal that would bring them to Luxuria. To be honest, she didn't know if  she was ready for this. The last time she was there she was almost killed and because of that William...She shook the thought away and tried to focus on the situation at hand. She couldn't afford to be distracted, right now William needed her and she wouldn't be any help if she was wallowing in fear.

She caught Dean's gaze and frowned. What was with him? Ever since she woke up a few hours ago he had been giving her this weird look. One she'd never seen on his face before. Now that she thought about it, it wasn't just his expression that was weird it was his whole demeanor.  From the moment  she awoke he'd been distant, guarded.  She didn't know what to make of it but  she decided she would ask him about it later. It was probably nothing, most likely he was pouting because she was determined to enter Luxuria again. Well boo hoo. She ran her hand down the side of her thigh and over the hilt of the short blade she had strapped there.

She was 'bad girl' chic from head to toe. She wore tight leather shorts, knee length lace up boots, a V neck tank and leather blazer. Varies weapons were strapped to her body but she was ashamed to say that she wasn't skilled at using three quarter of them. "Give me your hand" Dean's voice drew her back to the present and she frowned at his request. Seems she was doing a lot of that lately. He growled and yanked her hand towards him. "I'm not toxic" he grumbled. Her brows furrowed in irritation, fed up with his grumpy old man attitude she snapped, "who pissed in your coffee?".

"Ha ha" he said dryly. He dropped something hot in her palm and she hissed, attempting to draw her hand back. He held it firmly in place. "Ow! what is that?" A pebble sized stone was in the center of her hand glowing a bright orange. A few seconds later it grew transparent and then disappeared. As soon as it vanished a strange symbol appeared on the skin of  her palm where it had rested. "It's a protection rune. It's the reason me and William were able to enter Luxuria and not be affected by the fog there."  The burn faded along with the symbol, returning her hand to normal. She flexed her  fingers fascinated by how undisturbed her hand seemed. She offered him a smile, "thanks". 

He flashed her a grin and ruffled her hair. "Sure Kitkat". And for the first time since she woke up he reminded her of the old Dean. 

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As they stepped into Luxuria an instant chill washed over her. Without the influence of the lust filled fog this place gave her the creeps. But what really set her on edge was how thick the fog was compared to the last time she was here. She couldn't even see more than a few feet in front of her. Dean latched onto her arm to get her attention. "Stick close to me. Last thing we want is to be separated." he warned. She nodded and followed his lead when he began making his way through the fog. "So what's the plan" she whispered, trying to scan her surroundings while keeping his back in her sights. She could see his broad shoulders shift under his leather jacket in a shrug. "Find William, leave with William". She came to a sudden halt ,her mouth dropping open, before she remembered his earlier warnings and hurried to catch up to him.