Dean's Daughter (Supernatural) // Completed

Chapter 9: Don't Let Down Your Dauntless Side

Alice

Greyson ran his hand through his hair for the fifth time. He hadn't spoken a word since I'd asked him if he'd missed me. Which was eight minutes ago and I still hadn't peed. "While you're mulling this over, I need to pee, so, toodles," I said before walking away.

Before I was out of reach, Greyson grabbed my wrist. "Don't go," he whispered.

"But I really, really, really need to pee," I whined, avoiding his eyes.

"But how do I know that you're not going to disappear again?" Guilt settled in my stomach. I had been so absorbed in myself that I'd never even thought of him or how worried he might be. After all I did disappear off the face of the earth and I'm damn sure that the school wouldn't have told him what had happened, even if he'd asked.

My eyes met his and I immediately felt like I'd kicked a puppy. Tears pricked at my eyes and suddenly I was hyperventilating. I couldn't deal with this, I'd abandoned my old life. But everything just has to come back and bite my ass. "I need to go."

I bolted to the bathroom and locked myself in a cubicle. Then I broke down. I had avoided thinking about Greyson and anything that reminded me of him, distracting myself with my training and eventually I was able to ignore the gaping hole that was abandoning Greyson and my life had left behind. Okay, you can do this. If you can be prepared to kill every Edward and Jacob out there then you can face your best friend. Don't let down your Dauntless side.

I wiped my eyes and straightened my shirt, brushing off dust that wasn't there. I splashed water on to my face, letting the coolness jerk me back to reality. I inhaled. I exhaled. With a new found confidence, I yanked open the bathroom door only for that confidence to dissipate.

Memories hit me like a truck. Me and Greyson playing tag when we were nine, me and Greyson hiding in the woods from our parents when we were 12, Greyson carrying me home when I fell and broke my ankle when we were 15. Greyson, Greyson, Greyson. Everything I thought about brought on some memory of him. It was as if I had been brainwashed to think of nothing else but Greyson.

Greyson was leaning awkwardly on the door frame and smirked weakly when he saw me. "What happened to you, Everdeen? You look like you've lived a thousand lives."

It was true. There was seemingly permanent blue-purple shadows under my eyes, my hair was long overdue a cut and all my energy was spent on training, so basically I was a living zombie most of the time. "You don't look so good yourself, Cotes." Who was I kidding, he was the picture of health.

"Alice what's tak- Who's this?" My father chose the perfect time to appear.

Awkward.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." I seemed incapable of saying anything other than 'uh.' "This is, um, John South." Greyson shot me an incredulous look. "And you were just leaving, weren't you John?" Greyson didn't respond. I elbowed him. "Weren't you John?" I said through gritted teeth.

Dean sighed. "Alice, you and I both know that you're a horrible liar. Who is he?" Damn! I was never going to make it as a spy!

"I could ask you the same thing," Greyson's voice was icy and cutting. I knew what he was thinking and my first thought was:

Shit!

My second was:

Ew!

He thought my dad was my boyfriend. Ew, ew, double ew! Did I mention that Greyson was extremely protective?

"Dad," I emphasised the word and Greyson's eyes widened. "This is Greyson, a long time friend."

"Well you better say goodbye to your friend because we're leaving, now." Dean was glaring at me. If looks could kill. He'd warned me before that I was to avoid anything to do with my old life like it was the plague. Fudgity-fudge fudge fudge!

"Whoa, wait a minute," Greyson interjected. "You've not been in her life until recently, I'm guessing. I would've met you. Who are you to turn up and dictate her life?" I understood where Greyson was coming from, really I did. But this was not the time. If the situation had been different, if my dad was some regular Joe then I would've resisted but he wasn't and I had a legacy to continue. I needed Dean to control my life or I'd be dead in minutes.

"Look, kid, we have something we need to do and we need to do it now." I could tell by his tone of voice that something had happened.

Greyson opened his mouth to retaliate but I stopped him. "Greyson, please just drop it. You don't know what you're getting into." Something in my expression must have told him not to mess because he backed down, which was unlike him.

"I'll see you around, Cotes," I whispered.

"No you won't. You and me both know this will probably be the last time I'll ever see you," Greyson whispered back, barely audible in the hustle and bustle surrounding us. Suddenly, I was enveloped in his arms, I held back my tears and didn't hug him back. My arms hung limply at my sides.

I broke off from the hug and walked away. It was harsh and I hated myself for doing it but one of the rules for being a hunter was to make sure that innocent people didn't get hurt because of you. If I'd shown any emotional connection, Greyson could have been endangered. You never know who's watching you. If I made it look like he means nothing to me he should be out of harms way. So, feeling like a heartless bitch, I opened the door, stepped out into the frigid air and didn't look back.

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We were back at the motel and I was being lectured. Dean was going on and on about how I was supposed to have left my past life behind. I was nobody now, a ghost.

The words were no longer registering in my brain. Just a constant buzz in the background. I tried to focus in on them but it hurt too much. Suddenly I felt like I was suffocating. I had to get out of there so I stood up and walked out, deaf to Dean and Sam's protests.

I wandered the streets aimlessly. Nobody paid me any attention, I truly was a ghost. Another person out at night. I didn't keep track of where I was going, I saw no need to.

I was at the end of a dingy alley when I heard it. Muffled moaning and something else that I couldn't quite place. There was one flickering streetlight in the alley, casting a hazy orange glow on everything surrounding it. I stuck to the shadows, trying to locate where the sound was coming from. Then I saw a male figure kissing a girls neck. Ew, really, in an alley. I was about to walk away and leave them too it when I saw that the man wasn't kissing the girl, he was biting her. Feeding from her.

I stifled my gasp. This was one of the vampires in this town. I didn't have anything on me to kill it with but if I can follow it back to its nest than we can kill them all in one go. The vampire was done with the girl, her body lay discarded on the ground.

The vampire's head snapped in my direction, sniffing the air. In the glow of the streetlight I could make out features of the vampire's face. The its eyes locked with mine. I froze. So did the vampire. Then it turned and ran in the opposite direction but not before I saw who it was.

Greyson was the vampire. And I was going to have to kill him.

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