Forsaken Blood

- CHAOS -

Layla looked up to Dean and tried to fake a smile. It was a sunny morning, and it had felt like an eternity since she had felt the warm rays of sunlight on her face. She held her head up to embrace the warmth and closed her eyes trying to appreciate the simple things life had to offer. She felt saddened that she had lost so much, that even the simple touch of Dean's arm made her feel overwhelmed.

"Your heart seems heavy, Layla, are you ok?" Dean asked.

"I don't even know where to start," she sighed.

He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close to him.

"Let's go to Hatter's and grab you a bite to eat. Tell me everything there, okay?"

They reached the café and sat for hours while Layla explained her life of late. She forced mouthfuls of her egg and bacon down, and with the warm latte, she started to feel a little rejuvenated. Dean sat speechlessly and listened to all she said.

"Are you ok?" Layla asked, "you haven't said a word."

"I am just taking it all in, but I was thinking... how about you take me downtown, and show me your new life?" he said.

Dean confused Layla, he seemed different. She looked up to his big brown eyes and they were passionately fixated on her. She didn't know what to make of it.

"Ahh.. sure, we can go tonight," she said.

Layla knew she would have to go back to her house and see her father. But she didn't want to, it had been weeks since she had been home, what would her father even think when she suddenly arrived? Why hadn't he even tried to contact her?

She was met by isolation upon entering her home. There were white sheets draped over the furniture like an old abandoned home. Her father was not there and all his possessions had gone with him. It appeared he made a choice to move on from this life. She slowly made her way to her room and sat on her bed looking around at her empty life. Her whole world had crumbled down before her, she felt as though she was stuck in her own purgatory.

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It was nearing 8 pm when Layla heard the roar of a car out the front of her house. She grabbed her purse and made her way out when she found Dean standing arrogantly against a new black sports car.

"Who's car is this?" Layla asked.

"It's mine, let's go," he ordered.

What's going on... Layla thought, remembering how much Dean hated materiality.

She sat anxiously shaking her knees together on the grey leather seat of his car as they sped off downtown.

"O' Leary's at St. Lucy's is where I usually go," she said.

They were only driving a couple of minutes when blinding bright lights from an oncoming car threw them out of control. Dean swerved violently and swore but it was too late. Layla felt her body lurch forward and her skull cracked hard against the dashboard. Blood streamed down into her eyes, blurring her vision until darkness consumed her and the car screeched to a halt.

Her head reeled and the glass smashed by her ear. She felt sharp claws and strong arms wrench her out of the seat but she couldn't see a thing. She desperately wiped the warm blood from her eyes but the stranger was rough and threw her to the road. She wiped her eyes again and could see through the blurry mess. Anastasia. The woman was dressed in black leather and gave her a vicious smile.

In a flash, Dean was there and with a rabid twist of his arms ripped the vampires head right around with a horrific crack. Anastasia fell to her knees with a lifeless look of shock before she crashed face first into the road.

"Hurry," Dean cried, "get into the car."

She stumbled in panic, dragging her feet to the car and tried to avoid the shards of glass as she fell in. The tyres spun and screeched as he drove off. Layla turned to look back, under the dull glow of streetlights was the lifeless body of Anastasia - and Marco standing over her. He was watching Layla drive off into the dark of night.

"Dean, stop the car," she begged.

But he ignored Layla and put his foot down on the accelerator.

"Dean, stop what are you doing!" she yelled.

He reached his arm over and touched his fingers to her bloody forehead. His soft touch unleashed what felt like a hundred hidden souls that yanked her back into the seat.

Dean looked over at her and smiled, his widened eyes appeared like those of a raging tiger, yellow and soulless. She felt the hairs on her neck stand tall and a fire raged within her. She desperately wanted to scream, but nothing surfaced and she couldn't move.

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