In the Light of the Moon

Back Again

Please note, there may be disturbing scenes ahead. Please proceed with caution.

Everything cut to black.

Were your eyes open? You couldn't tell. You opened them wider to make sure and received a throbbing headache. Your entire scalp burned with pain as you hung your head low, unable to see a single thing no matter how much your eyes adjusted. You tried to move only to feel your arms tightly wrapped to your ankles with rope. Your heartbeat quickened as your mind processed the position you were in. The familiarity of the position you were in.

"No. Please... please no...." your voice broke with each word as your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a heavy metal door slamming deafeningly against a concrete wall.

"Honey~. I'm home." Your breath stopped in your chest once again as you looked up to see two silhouettes. One of them you recognised as Sam. His height was enough of a giveaway for you. The second silhouette... God, no. You subconsciously shuffled backwards away from the hypnotic light that penetrated the cold, empty room.

Zerachiel. Oh, God, help. Someone help!

"Call to Him as much as you like. No one's finding you this time without your grace. We set tracks going in the complete opposite direction." That was at least a sign that he'd let the others live. You were grateful enough for that.

He set his eyes on Sam and nodded once he caught his attention. Sam moved forward, entering the room you were in. Zerachiel watched his steps before suddenly flying immediately in front of Sam, facing him. The Djinni pulled a face of complete confusion before he put his finger to his forehead. Sam's body immediately dropped to the ground, unconscious.

You wanted to ask what had just happened, but you also didn't want to know the reasoning behind Zerachiel's actions. It was never anything good.

"Oh, come on, YN. Give me a bit of credit. I'm not that bad." he turned to you and seemed to attempt an innocent smile. Whether he succeeded or not to others' eyes, the only thing you could see in him was evil.

"I am tied up in an empty concrete room, in a place probably miles away from anything I have ever been around. You have kidnapped me. Again. For the second time. You have turned my friend into a monster and you have been the cause of countless lives lost. You're lucky I gave you enough 'credit' to not just spit straight in your face." Your voice was laced with venom. Too many heartaches to be kept bound to your chest for as long as they have been, but you didn't cry. Last time he had taken pleasure in how much you had cried. His ego big enough to believe that you were crying at him. Idiot you thought. You had cried for his victims. All the precious lives lost. Never for him. You were not going to allow him any kind of pleasure this time.

Your eyes locked to his, you watched as he watched you, his head tilting. He was confused. "What was that, my dear? Why can't I hear you? Are you no longer thinking? Run off to a safe space in that human brain of yours?" You made no change of face, but noted this as a victory. Clouding your thoughts was something you had come to practice and, apparently, perfect with the help of Castiel.

"Your thoughts are your own." He had said, "You should at least have a choice in controlling the possibility of whether someone can see into them." He had sat with you for eighteen hours that first day, forgetting that you had needed sleep. Thankfully, Dean and Sam had taken turns coming in with food and water for you. They seemed worried, knowing that if they weren't there, you wouldn't have eaten at all in place for lessons with him. They seemed even more worried when they emerged from their rooms at 8am the next day, to see you still sat with Castiel, surging the very last remnants of your energy into heeding his instructions.

Needless to say, you had only lasted a few minutes more as Dean scolded Castiel, and without anymore stimulus to your brain, keeping your adrenaline going, you must have passed out. Though, you could still hear arguing, the sound became fainter as you felt large arms scoop you up and carry you away to your room. You had slept 4 hours before waking up, hungry again to then be scolded and sent back to bed with food by Dean.

"YN!!" The snarl snapped you from thoughts you hadn't realised you had gotten lost in. and his eyes came into focus. Right before yours. You quirked your eyebrow to show some semblance of reply without actually replying. "I was asking how you like your new room. It is quite modern and stylish, don't you think?" Of course you would take the time and energy to build a place like this. "Of course I would build such a stunning place like this." He knew the kind of words you would speak, without having to read your mind, but put words in your mouth to inflate his own ego, since you would never do such a thing without attempting to put him down in some way. You showed no sign of a response.

"Have you run away again, little lamb?" You shuddered. "Still here, then. Good." He turned from you, leaning down to Sam and dragging him by his arms. Your stomach began to turn. Something wasn't right and you began to mentally convulse, already knowing exactly what it was.

You watched Zerachiel drag Sam from his sleeping spot in the middle of the room to a space against the wall, about eight feet from you (probably just out of his own reach if he ever got the chance to reach), pulling him up into a sitting position with his arms limp at his sides. He flicked two of his fingers once in a 'come hither' expression before there was a burst of concrete flying out from the wall and metal chains emerged from behind it to wrap tightly around Sam's body. The blood drained from your face as your nightmares became reality. As you watched, you realised that as the chains bound him, they seemed to pull something from every part of his body that they attached to, something dark blue and glowing dully. The chains seemed to hold onto this glow. Not allowing any small bit of it to stay inside of Sam.

"You know what that is, right?" He knew you did. His voice was dark and your eyes refused to look at the smirk you were sure he was wearing.

"Djinn energy..." You had seen this before. There had been rare cases of humans turned to Djinn by their blood. Their blood would transform into energy inside of a human's body to avoid it from being cut from them. It would circulate through their system, effectively swiping away the human side of the host with no known way of extracting the energy from them to bring back the human they once were. "How... how did you...?" The words wouldn't materialise. How long had he been working on this? How many people...-

Sick.

You felt sick.

You were going to be sick...

Called it.

I have been gone a long time. I have had no motivation or inspiration, but today I woke up and was receiving comments from @t8terth0tt and all of a sudden I was in such a good mood I just went ahead and wrote over a thousand words in three hours haha! Thank you for investing your time to vote for the chapters and comment on them. It really means so much to me, so this one is for you! <3