Black (NC-17)*COMPLETE*

[pyrodescorpio2]

Title: Black
Dis: I don't own BTVS or SPN!
Summary: Dru has Sam captive...

WARNING: Torture!!!

Genre: Angst/Dark!Romance

A/N: This is an exerpt from my story: Lost and Found featuring a Sam/Dru moment....

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Sam Winchester has been in numerous binds in the past couple of months. He’s faced killer demons that have wanted to seduce him, ghosts that have wanted to seduce him so that they could feel right killing him, and just what was it that compelled the supernatural to seduce him? He’d rather face the bugs or even that wendigo again instead of this.

His hands were tied up in chains, which hung from the ceiling rafters. Blood was dripping from his nose and making it’s way into his mouth, which also was bleeding down from his lip. He knew he had a cut on his eyebrow, making it impossible to keep his right eye open unless he wanted it to sting.

His shirt was torn in numerous places and his pants hung low on his waist due to probably being drug here by the girl… Witch. She had an evil glint to her eyes and all Sam wanted to do was get out of here. However, she wasn’t the one giving him a lustful look. No, it was the other one. The vampire! He was a bit freaked out finding that vampires were real but when she swayed up to him with her amber eyes glowing in the darkened room…Let’s just say it wasn’t the manliest squeak he let rip.

“My poor boy…” She said now while trailing a sharp nail down his cheek, making him wince. “You’re all red ‘n shiny…”

She licked her index finger then and rubbed at his sore lip, almost like a mother would when wiping away drool at a baby’s mouth. However, the mother wouldn’t put the finger in her mouth and give a moan of delight like this vampire.

“He’s special. Sent t’ ‘ave moving pictures in ‘is head… Can also make things fly and flutter ‘n the wind. Can’t you my darling?”

“Drusilla! You promised me power if I gave him to you. Now, hold up your end of the bargain,” shouted the witch.

“I don’t take kindly t’ demands, Witchy-Witch,” snarled Dru while showing some fang. “All ‘n good time. The pixies like you, but not that much. They want you t’ squirm like the little worm that you are.”

Drusilla then turned back to him, glee clearly written on her face as she draped her body over his dangling one.

“They love the present you gave…” Drusilla trailed a tongue over Sam’s cheek, making him pull back. “Bad puppy, turning away from mummy like that.”

She stepped away, brought back her arm, and backhanded him so hard that he lost his balance and swung like a punching bag after a hard jab. He groaned when finally stilling, only to wince again when she dug her nails into his skin.

“I’ll train you, pup, so that you can be my new dark prince.”

“Go to hell.”

He knew he was in for it when her eyes widened in hurt. She pouted while taking her hands off of him, leaving red little half-moons in their wake, to put them into her hair. She tugged at her hair and started to whimper. Shaking her head wildly she pulled her hair harder.

“No…No, no no!” Hurt left her gaze only to be replaced by rage. “NO!”

She lifted her skirts and kicked her leg up high, embedding the heel she wore into his chest.

“AH!”

“You need to be taught.” She twisted her heel. “Some manners. Miss Lizzy will help you with that.”

She pulled her heel back, it making a sickly suction sound when pulling out of his skin, to walk towards a shelf.

Red blood trailed on the white carpet as Drusilla grabbed a porcelain doll from its place. The doll at wild red hair, almost like the witch in the room who was silently watching the whole ordeal. The doll also had a blue-laced dress. She set the doll on the bed while walking to a panting Sam. Drusilla dangled a key in front of his face then went to the cuffs to set his wrists free.

“Don’t try to fly, little bird.”

When his last wrist fell, Sam made a run for it only to be held in place by the spell the witch cast. The vampire had an almost amused look on her face as she walked around him.

“I told you not to run.”

She was lightning fast and Sam didn’t see it coming until the red-hot pain traveled through his entire body. Her middle and index fingers dug deeply into his skin, using the wound from her heel as access.

If Sam could scream, he would. If he could shake, he would. He was held in place, however, and the spell was broken at the exact time her uppercut hit his chin, making him fly to the lace covered bed.

“Tut, tut, tut… Don’t worry little lamb…” Drusilla stood at the foot of the bed and reached for something she had in her pocket. “Mummy Mary will teach you everything you need to know.”

Sam’s eyes widened when she produced a file from the pocket.

“Yes… She will…”

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TBC...

[IceBlueRose]

This is going to be so dark and twisted and I can't wait to see what you do with it! I love that Sam tries to run and Dru's all smug about it.

And for some reason, I just kept going "Willow?" over the witch, lol. And I keep wondering if we're going to get to see how Dean's probably going crazy with worry, trying to find Sam. And will Sam go after Dean after Dru turns him or still feel an attachment like Spike did with William's mother?

Oh the possibilities.

[ebonypsyche]

ooo. Bad Sammy to run away from Dru like that *tsks*

I love that TBC, because now I can get excited knowing that there will be more.

[pyrodescorpio2]

A/N: And the angsty end. This stoy was originally titled: Lost and Found but I changed it to black on this site. Enjoy!

Chapter Rating: R (lang)

Dis: Don't own SPN or BTVS

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Dean Winchester was growing inpatient. How long did it really take to do a simple locater spell to pinpoint the exact spot his brother was at? The general vicinity was too over populated and he didn’t feel like walking around in the sewers and turning up empty. The witch he just met, Willow, argued that someone was blocking it. Well, if she was as powerful and experienced as she said she was, she should have broken through by now!

He perked up when she opened the door of her room. She looked tired but a slight smile was on her face.

“I’ve got it!”

“Great! Let’s go.”

“Dean. You said you wanted my help, right? Well I’m saying sit down until I can get some strength back. I’m pooped,” said Willow as she slid onto the couch.

“Can’t you, like, zap some energy into you? If we have a lead I want to take advantage of it! They could move tomorrow!”

“Listen mister, I don’t appreciate the testiness of your voice. N-now keep a tight lid on it before I turn you into…A-a-a toad. A pink toad! With… A tutu.”

Dean gave her a skeptical look before it turned into a slightly worried one.

“I know you’re worried. But we can’t do in there guns a blazin like Billy the Kid. That got him shot. Remember? Especially when I feel all wonky. Like I said, there are powerful magic’s, I need to work a few spells because I don’t know what I’m up against. Understand?”

Dean gave a grunt while going to his own space. He took out numerous guns and made sure that they were in perfect shape. He checked and re-checked his ammo then put the guns aside to take inventory on the little things like holy water, stakes (of the silver and wood variety), and crosses. He then changed into comfortable and dependable clothing while was mainly a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, and his warm jacket.

When he was done suiting up he gave a backward glance at Willow and was pleased to see she had much more color to her face. She looked energized and soon he put the shotgun over his shoulder and grabbed his bag.

“Ready?”

“Freddy.”

He gave her a look that clearly stated this wasn’t a joking matter.

“Sorry,” said Willow, a small smile on her lips. “I’m ready.”
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Dean turned off the car as they pulled up to a more populated area of the city. It wasn’t a place to just carry a gun around in so he was forced to leave his shotgun behind and bring smaller guns that were tucked inside the back of his jeans. Willow at a stake but that was all she really needed and soon they were exiting the car and slowly walking up to a building that has seen better days.

Well all the buildings here have seen better days but the owners decided that the outside maintenance wasn’t needed as long as the customers kept coming inside. You’d think there would be some sort of building codes, but who really knew?

Crowds were building to get into the hottest clubs and Willow and Dean found themselves sticking out but paid no mind as they passed girls with too short skirts and men with just too much hair gel. Instead they went to the side of one building and gave one quick peek around before sneaking in.

“Okay, we need to get into the basement.”

“And which way is that,” asked Dean?

“Uh…” Willow looked left and right. “This way?”

“You don’t know,” hissed Dean while throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Well, don’t be a party pooper and just walk this way.”

Dean followed. He was on his guard and made sure that his eyes traveled over every dark corner. He didn’t want to be surprised. Visibility became an issue when the room they entered had pipes giving off some steam. He made sure he was right behind Willow, so when she stopped, he bumped into her.

“Willow?”

“I feel something. Magic… It’s… Here.”

Dean watched as she waved a hand in front of her, causing a ripple effect on a barrier. He then brought out his hand and cursed when the barrier zapped him.

“Son of a bitch!”

“That’s going to leave a mark.” Willow again brought up her hand and the barrier melted like candle wax. “NOW we can go.”

“Oh, thanks for the heads up AS I brought my hand up to the barrier.”

“I wanted to see what would happen.” Willow shrugged.

Dean looked at her in astonishment as she stepped into the hidden room. He would without doubt have a word with her later. A much needed, very extensive and very loud word!

However, now wasn’t the time, and he timidly stepped over the melted barrier and followed Willow through a path of twisted halls and stopped as she held up a hand. Her eyes narrowed when looking in the candle lit room before them and without warning she shouted.

“AMY!” Her voice flew in angry black waves and Dean himself had to brace his body against the wall to make sure he didn’t stumble. “I know you’re here…”

Clapping from the corner of the room and both shot their glances at who Dean thought was Amy.

“Drusilla?”

“Or not,” he muttered to himself.

“Little guests to join the party. ‘Ave you come to visit your friend? He’s quite tired from the games we’ve been playing. ‘Is screams… Such music that fills the air…”

“Where is he? Sammy? Sammy!”

“Hush.” Drusilla held a finger up to her lips. “E’s sleeping.”

“Go to him,” said Willow, her hair blackening as a girl with red hair joined the group. “I can handle these two.”

Nodding, Dean waited for Willow to throw a flame spell at Drusilla before rushing forward. He pushed the vampire that dodged the fireball to the side and went into the other dimly lit room. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the bloody and beaten body of his brother.

“Sam.” Dean rushed forward and didn’t know where to start. “Sammy?”

“Dean…”

His voice was gravelly and was muted by some blood but it was the best thing Dean could hear right now and he nodded while going to the chains.

“You need these,” came the laughing voice of Dru and Dean whirled around to see her twirling the keys around her finger. “Such a good pony ‘e is. You can join ‘n the fun if you want.”

“Sorry, unlike my brother, I like my demon girls sane.”

Not amused at all by his joke, Drusilla snapped the keys into her hand and turned her head to the side.

“So much like my William… I shall ‘ave you,” she murmured while starting forward. She reeled back and hissed as the cross was put before her. “Naughty boy, you will pay dearly fo’ tha’ little trick.”

“Well come and get it, whack-o”

Dru surprised him with a kick and the cross went flying. She attacked with her nails and Dean grabbed her by the wrists and shifted around. He slammed her against the wall and she giggled while pressing her slim body against his.

“Maybe later,” she murmured but then grunted as his knee came to her gut.

Knowing that a vampire was fast with attacks Dean didn’t break stride as he landed an uppercut to her jaw then another kick to her stomach. She blocked the next punch and sent one of her own, making Dean fly into the nearest wall.

He was momentarily stunned and licked his bleeding lip. Finally he brought out his guns from his jeans and aimed them. Dru laughed merrily.

“Those won’t kill me.”

“No? Well then they’ll sure hurt like a bitch.”

He fired, shot after shot, never missing as she tried to dodge the silver bullets dipped in holy water. Her body was smoking and she wailed while finally just charging him. However, he kicked out a small stool he landed by and she fell on her back.

Her body was bleeding from the already healing wounds but her demon face fell away. Dean got his stake from his pocket and raised it in the air.

“The Sunshine… She’ll get you too,” she whispered and closed her eyes as the stake fell, turning her to ash.

“Freaking weirdo. Damn it Sam, can’t you get yourself kidnapped by a sane, hot chick that wants your baby instead of blood. Or something?”

Sam struggled with his laugh but finally just groaned in pain. Dean riffled through the ash of Drusilla and was happy to find the keys. He got up, winced at the pain in his back from when it met the wall, and then went to his beaten brother.

“NOOOO!”

Dean jumped then relaxed when not recognizing the scream.

“That was Amy… Who’s with you Dean?”

“Willow. A good yet kinda scary witch,” said Dean as he let the chains fall. He looked his brother over and winced at the gashes. He propped him up and Sam braced himself against his brother’s stronger body.

“I’m hungry Dean…”

“We’ll stop at a place. I think there was a hamburger hut.”

“No… I’m hungry now…”

Dean stilled and closed his eyes in emotional pain as he stepped away from his brother. Sam’s eyes glowed in the dim room and his face had the ridges of a vampire.

“Sam… No…”

Dean now noticed the twin puncture marks on his brother’s neck. He also noticed the crusted blade of the nail file and rage filled him at what the dead vampire did to his brother. Now this demon dared to desecrate his brother’s body!

“Oh Dean. I was always the weaker brother. Now look at you… You aren’t going to cry are you?”

“You aren’t him,” said Dean as he rose a shaky hand that had the armed gun.

“Oh, I am, Dean. I remember all the screams dear Sammy screamed as that file entered his skin. Look at my hand Dean, I think there is one nail left after my Sire pried them all off. Let’s just say the only place she didn’t cut was my dick. No she broke dear ole Sammy until he was moaning in pleasure along with her. Fucking her just as good as she was fucking him. ME. Too bad she had to die... I liked her.”

Sam tilted his head to the side and the gun flew from Dean’s grasp into his own.

“She brought out the demon in me...Goodbye brother…”

Sam fired the gun three times then let it fall to the ground as Dean dropped onto the floor: blood now pooling under his body.

“I’ll see you in hell.”

Now, as for the other witch, Willow, she would be smarter. He couldn’t quite handle her power yet so he stepped over his bleeding brother toward the trap door. He opened it and stepped inside just as the shocked wails of the Wicca reached his ears…
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“Dean!” Willow ran to the fallen brother. “Dean? Oh Goddess!”

“Willow… Sam… He’s changed…”

Willow’s eyes widened in understanding and she brought shaky hands up to Dean’s chest.

“Be still…” Her hands glowed a pure white light and Dean blinked when feeling slightly better. “I’ve stopped the bleeding. We need to get you out of here.”

Willow levitated him with her magic and soon she was walking them both out. She passed the stone statue that resembled Amy. That WAS Amy. The spell was strong. Strong enough to hold the dark witch until a team could pick her up and put her in containment.

She froze the club goers with a time spell so that her and Dean could walk past them, as if they were mannequins. She opened the back door of the car and settled him in. Then got into the drivers side. She called for the keys and they flew in her hand.

Dean was numb by now. His eyes were closed as his mind shut down. Sam. Sammy was gone. Replaced by some demon. He never thought that the day would come where he’d have to hunt his own brother. However it was here, and he’ll do nothing but search for the vile creature that was halting his brothers spirit to fully be at peace. He would find the bastard, and kill him.

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END

[ebonypsyche]

awww *sniff*

Still...Vamp!Sam for the win!

[IceBlueRose]

Oh, this is so angsty!

.....I love it!

I feel so sorry for Dean though when he realizes that Sam's a vampire. And the way vamp!Sam taunts Dean reminds me very much of evil!Sam in Born Under a Bad Sign. And you really had Dru and her speech patterns down.

Is there going to be more of this 'verse? I definitely hope so since there's so much potential for what could happen in later parts - especially with Dru's remark about Buffy to Dean and then with Sam's plans for Willow and for Dean. Want another gold star for your collection? *holds gold star out* Here! Have it, it's yours!

[Raven]

Okay, I pretty much wanted to bawl when you killed Dru, but I forgive easily because of Vamp!Sam! YAY!

I love it, it's angsty, it's crazy...and dark and woo! Love it. Give me more please!

[pyrodescorpio2]

I need to like, put up a board for these stars! hee! thanks all, glad you liked it! :0)