Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets (Supernatural)

Running Out Of Time

I sat on my parents' porch awaiting their return. They had left for a business meeting and would be back any minute. I had nothing to do inside, so I waited on the porch as a feeble way to kill time.

I heard the sound of wings fluttering and expected a crow, but when I turned around, I saw a strange man.

I jumped up. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I come in peace. You must be Felicity Sanders."

"How do you know my name?"

"You've been having nightmares for quite some time, haven't you? That shadow just keeps on torturing you."

"Excuse me?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Django. I'm an angel of The Lord."

Before I could call him crazy, there was the sound of thunder and lightning, and Django's wings appeared as shadows against the wall of my house.

"You... you have wings." I was awestruck.

A small smile played at his lips. "I have a cure for your nightmares. I can make them disappear. Forever."

"How?" I asked skeptically.

He reached in his coat pocket and showed me a small, plastic bag. I nearly threw up in my mouth at the sight of it.

It was a blood bag.

"Just drink this. Granted, it will take time. And it's only temporary. But, with enough of this, those nightmares will cease to exist. Just like-" He snapped his fingers. "that!"

"You're insane. That's human blood!"

"Yes, yes it is. Don't worry, nobody died by it. I got this from one of those blood donation trucks. They won't even miss it."

"You want me to drink human blood?"

He chuckled. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

"You sick bastard."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Believe what you want. But it's the truth. This is the only cure for what ails you."

"You know, I outta call the cops."

"If you were gonna call the cops, you would have by now. And yet here you are, still talking to little ole me."

"I. Will. Never drink human blood."

"Then you. Will. Never find peace. Those nightmares will keep coming for you. They'll keep coming, and coming, and coming, until it kills you. You don't want that, do you?"

"You're a real charmer, you know that?"

"You know what? You're right. If you're gonna pitch the idea of vampirism to a girl in her early twenties, you've gotta do it right."

I rolled my eyes, refusing to succumb to his charisma.

"So, I've heard that you're going through some troubles? Nightmares, is it?"

I didn't answer. I merely sighed.

"Well, I have the solution right here in this bag. All you've gotta do is drink it. It'll take some time, it'll take some effort, but it'll be worth it. Trust me, it will be."

._.__.~Felicity~.__._.

I kept thinking back to when I first met Django. When I first agreed to the blood. When I said yes.