Bloodlust (Fiore & MonnieVeronie)

[NightmareMoon]

Fiore & MonnieVeronie are permitted to post here only.

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[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I didn't spare you 'cause you're my brother, Sam. I let you live. Now, when I walk away, you'll know. All the effort you put finding me ... all the lives you destroyed ... none if it matters. You failed. You'll live knowing that I didn't want to be saved."


Two months passed since encountering his self-righteous younger brother, Sam. During his fight with a vengeful man, or Cole, Sam splashed him with holy water. It would of distracted him completely, but Sam underestimated his reflexes. Before Sam cuffed him, Dean disarmed him. He used Sam's arm injury to his advantage and subdued his gargantuan brother. Instead killing him, like he wanted, Dean spared him. Similar to Cole, he decided sparing his brother's life was a better punishment than instant death. Dean may be many things, but he wasn't blind. He knew his brother better than anyone. Sam tracking him down meant one thing: the cure. Despite losing his humanity, he retained his hunter instincts, including abilities. Knowing his brother would continue, Dean vanished. Not even a certain trench-coat wearing angel could track him, including the King of Hell. After weeks on the road, Dean relocated to New Orleans, Louisiana. A hot spot for partying, drinking, and vampires.


Kill ... Kill ... Kill.


The song, Cherry Pie, reverberated inside a dark, musty bar. Strings of bodies scattered across the layout, painting the floor with red. Among the dead, a young man in his thirties sat at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. Blood caked his face and stained his flannel. A jawbone-like blade rested on the table. Regardless of the grotesque scene, he remained unfazed. Completely calm. A familiar hypnotic call whispered inside his mind, urging to fulfill his insatiable desire for blood. The ancient mark imprinted on his right inner forearm pulsated an angry crimson. His recent victims, or the residents in the bar, wasn't enough. The mark wanted more. Kill, kill, kill, it said. Lately, he neglected his mark's desires. New Orleans satisfied his hedonistic thirst for alcohol, partying, and sex. However, neglecting his mark made him unpredictable. At first, he's down-to-earth and charismatic, charming everyone around him. Yet, simple things, like uncooperative behavior, triggered his colder, more violent personality. His volatile behavior earned him a dark reputation. The Bar Ripper. For the past two weeks, he visited several bars. Sometimes, he leaved unscathed. Other times, unfortunate souls suffered his mark's wrath. The last two bars contained vampires, members of Marcel's circle. The self-proclaimed King of New Orleans wasn't happy. Two days ago, he ordered his night walkers to track down the Bar Ripper and bring him back alive.


"The Bar Ripper ... quite the reputation you earned," a voice drawled.


Dean glanced at the seat on his right side. An attractive man with curled dirty-blond hair and dark blue eyes reclined on the stool. His pearly white skin contrasted with his deep blue eyes. He appeared in his twenties, but an ancient aura surrounded him, suggesting otherwise. He downed his whiskey and placed the glass on the table. "And you are?" he inquired.


His lips curled with amusement. "Klaus," Klaus introduced, observing the blood on the walls.


Not a hint of recognition flashed across his expression. He poured himself a glass, ignoring Klaus's introduction. "You the search party?" Dean countered gruffly.


He inspected the strange blade near the man's hands. Something about it was familiar. "I wouldn't consider myself a search party," Klaus remarked.


Dean sipped his whiskey slowly. "Whatever you are, I don't care," he replied. His right hand wrapped around the First Blade. "If you want to join your buddies, I'll be happy to oblige," he added, gesturing to a string of bodies near his feet. Three vampires to be exact. Night walkers who intended delivering him to Marcel. After his time in New Orleans, Dean knew a thing or two about the self-proclaimed King.


A chuckle rumbled through his chest. "I like you," Klaus commented. He retrieved an empty glass, jacked Dean's bottle, and poured himself a cup. "Does the Bar Ripper have a name or do you enjoy your imposing nickname?" he added.


"Dean," Dean answered.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah had tailed behind Klaus at a distance, ready to stop any negative interaction that may happen. He had heard of the "Bar Ripper" the moment that they had stepped foot back in New Orleans. He admitted that he had been eager to see his long time friends again and to see how his home had fared over the years. Although, he did not admit that above all he had wanted to find out who the "Bar Ripper" was for himself. Most of him just wanted to see the appearance of the man who had been killing vampires left and right in the city. Another part of him wanted to see him in action, this is a part of him that he had to ignore; Elijah's cool head is what made him different from his brother, Klaus.





The two seemed to be exchanging words without any fights being started amongst the two of them. Elijah almost expected for his brother to jump in and force this "Bar Ripper" to do whatever it is that he wanted from him. He knew it was obvious that his brother wasn't going to take him back to Marcel; no matter how much he liked to pretend that he would rule the city aside Marcel, in the end it would be him taking over and double crossing Marcel. Klaus would never have another ruling by his side, especially in a city that they all once called home.





Seeing that there was no fight ensuing Elijah decided to walk up next to his brother, making sure to keep a few paces aside from him so he had room to launch of Klaus or this "Bar Ripper" decided to make a move. He would be the designated peace keeper in any situation with his brother is he had to. He heard the name "Dean" being spoken, for a feint moment he thought he had heard the name before. He couldn't recall where the name had came from though. He waited a moment for his brother to speak again before he took his chance. "Niklaus, what are we doing here?"




Not that he didn't like seeing the fourth deadliest creature in New Orleans, aside from his brother, himself, and his sister. He needed to find out what Klaus' plan was for this man so he could come up with a plan in his head for whatever might ensue. He turned his head to look at Dean carefully handling that blade in his hand, for an instant he recognized the blade; a deadly blade that could kill anything. If there was to be a fight it would certainly be an interesting one, could that blade be more powerful than a stake of white ash? Could this blade kill his brother or himself? He better be on guard, yet make sure to keep his cool head.

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[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"Niklaus, what are we doing here?"


A masculine voice washed over him. Dean shifted his position, spotting an older man approaching them. He appeared in his mid twenties, but the ancient aura surrounding him suggested otherwise. His dark brown hair was short and spiked, styled immaculately. His light olive skin highlighted his hazel eyes. His aristocratic wardrobe contrasted with Klaus's casual attire. "You the Calvary?" Dean inquired. He tightened and loosened his grip on the First Blade, debating to ignore the mark's hypnotic call or succumb to his insatiable thirst for bloodshed.


His smirk widened. "Not quite, but Elijah is useful," Klaus remarked. He glanced at Elijah. "Isn't it obvious, brother? I'm meeting a new friend," he added.


Dean snorted. "Friends?" he commented. He placed his half-full glass on the table. He lifted the First Blade and pointed it at Klaus. "Let me spell it out for you. I'm not interested in anything you have to offer. If you're here to escort me to the King, fine. I'll be happy to kill you. If not, I'll be happy to kill you anyway," he announced. His emerald green eyes flashed a demonic black. He lowered his weapon, picked up his whiskey, and sipped it. "It's your choice," he offered.


After witnessing Dean's black eyes, realization dawned on his expression. "A Knight of Hell. Wielding the First Blade, nonetheless," Klaus drawled. He heard stories about the Knight of Hell baring the first curse, or Mark of Cain. According to his resources, the demon wielded the First Blade, a weapon capable killing all. Was it more powerful than the white oak stake? A dark grin adorned his face. Dean proved to be more useful by the second. "It seems we have a celebrity, brother," he declared. He sipped his drink, waiting for Dean's reaction. Despite his formulating plans involving Dean, he retained his guard. The man earned his reputation, Bar Ripper, for a reason. If the First Blade could kill him, he needed to obtain positive control over the volatile demon.


The ancient mark on his arm pulsated a livid red. Kill, kill, kill, it screamed. Dean clenched the First Blade, suppressing the mark's call. "The clock's ticking. I don't know about you, but I'm not in a patient mood," he pointed out. He swished the amber liquid in his glass. Truthfully, he didn't care if he succumbed or not. If he spared their lives, fine. If he killed them, fine. Satisfying the mark's thirst was euphoric, but it didn't dictate his life. Not even the Mark of Cain could control him. It influenced him, yes, but control is a different story. Unless it benefited him, Dean continued his hedonistic lifestyle. He cared little about the repercussions ignoring his mark's insatiable thirst. If people got in his way, their blood stained his hands. After Crowley, he wasn't interested partnering with another supernatural.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

Elijah stood with his eyes fixed on Dean, there was something that he couldn't place about him, something that wasn't normal. He was no vampire, but he was strong. He was able to wield a weapon so powerful as the dagger that rested in his clinching fist. That was no feat to be achieved by an ordinary human. He hear him speak 'the king' rung in his ears and he almost wanted to laugh. Marcellus was what they would claim to be the king of New Orleans, but he was not the vampire that Dean need to worry about. That is when he saw it, his eyes flashed black. The color of a demon from hell, something that needed to be feared by more than just humans; especially one that wielded such a dangerous blade.



'A knight of hell wielding the first blade' this may be more dangerous than at first he had suspected. Although he was sure his brothers strength was great, even greater combined with his own... this was something that they had limited knowledge about. They were unknowing when it came to just how far the first blade would injure them. If this blade could kill them like the demons it was rumored to have killed, then all it would take is one fatal human blow. That is not something that they have had to deal with before, generally it would have to be a stab through the heart with the white oak stake. If this was something else entirely then they would need a new plan. And Niklaus was not one to follow any sort of plan, he would rather jump in head first.



"I see brother, what a powerful ally to have on our side. Wouldn't you agree Niklaus?" He was hoping to persuade both his brother and Dean that they would be stronger together than they would be apart, it seemed like this Dean character would be an enemy that they could not yet afford to have. Considering all the enemies that they already had.



Klaus only grinned and ignored the reasoning voice of his brother, it seemed that this demon was in no mood to make friends today. "Maybe he doesn't know that I am a celebrity too." His voice was snide, he turned his head to look at his brother "I'm sorry brother, did you say something?"



Elijah felt his blood heating up, he knew that if Klaus was to try and force this demon to be on their side that a battle would ensue. One that he could not predict the ending of, that was not something that he was willing to risk just yet; not when they had just returned home. "How about we invite him to our housewarming party brother, weren't we just on our way to re-secure our home?" He tried reminding his brother of the deed that they had originally planned. What was the purpose of being in New Orleans if not to reclaim their titles in this city.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I see brother, what a powerful ally to have on our side. Wouldn't you agree Niklaus?"


Dean downed his whiskey and poured himself another glass. For a crappy bar, it had good whiskey. After slaughtering twelve victims, he drained the bar's alcohol supply. At least, half of it. During his brawl with the night walkers, the other half suffered. Transforming into a Knight of Hell heightened his high alcohol tolerance. "Clearly, you never made a deal with a demon," he snarked, referring to Elijah's comment. He might be powerful, but he wasn't an ally. Hell, he didn't need allies. Wielding the First Blade earned him a fearful reputation. Another Cain in the making. If the King of Hell couldn't control him, these vampires were delusional. If they didn't leave, his patience might snap.


"Maybe he doesn't know that I am a celebrity too."


"Awesome," Dean drawled sardonically. He downed his whiskey in a single gulp, savoring the burning sensation. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He placed his glass on the table, retrieved the First Blade, and slipped off his stool. "While you two play possum, I have business to attend to," he announced, gesturing to a older man standing across the room. He wore a tailored suit. His eyes flashed a sinister black, revealing his status.


"Winchester," the demon growled.


"He declared open season, huh?" Dean mused. He fingered the handle of his weapon. "You're a persistent son of a bitch, I'll give you that," he added. Since he arrived in New Orleans, several demons followed him. Some confronted him. Others remained in the shadows. All of them had one thing in common: vengeance. Without Crowley's influence, more demons stalked him, seeking his demise. Instead avoiding his "fan club", Dean embraced the chase. The single weapon that could kill him is the very blade in his right hand. Ironically, he is the only demon capable wielding the First Blade. Without the Mark of Cain, the jawbone-like dagger is useless. Even if he killed himself, the Mark resurrected him. It refused losing its host.


The demon unsheathed an angel blade. "Crowley can't protect you," he sneered.


He eyed the angel blade with disinterest. "How many times will it take for you to realize..." Dean vanished, materializing in front of the large man. His gargantuan frame dwarfed Dean's athletic physique. "...that I can't be killed?" he finished. Without another word, he plunged the First Blade against the demon's heart. A familiar reddish-orange light emitted from the demon's face. Before his demise, he stabbed Dean in the chest. After the man collapsed, Dean stepped back. He removed the angel blade from his chest. The pain didn't faze him. Despite Crowley declaring open season, there's an additional thing his adversaries shared: they were clueless about his twisted immortality. A Knight of Hell can only be killed by the First Blade.


Klaus witnessed the ordeal with amusement. A fleeting laugh escaped his lips. "That was anticlimactic wasn't it, brother?" he snarked. His dark blue eyes gleamed with interest. Dean Winchester proved to be a ruthless killer. Something he valued as a ally.


Dean turned around and tossed the angel blade at Klaus. "Consider it a housewarming gift," he drawled sarcastically. He stepped over the fallen meat suit and approached the exit. Killing the demon satisfied his mark. The brothers were safe ... for now. He exited the bar, crossed the parking lot, and climbed in his Impala.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

'Clearly, you never made a deal with a demon.'


It was clear that this demon didn't want any allies. Elijah had run across many like him before, creatures who would rather work alone. His brother Niklaus was one of those people, he would rather rule the world by himself than have anyone ruling by his side; Niklaus would even put his own family underneath of him when it comes to who rules what. Sure, the family had certain say-so but Niklaus what the one who had the final say.





'While you two play possum...'





Elijah heard him mock Niklaus' words. This is not something that he would accept from anyone. Not even a Knight of Hell who wielded the first blade. Elijah was surprised that his brother hadn't immediately attacked this demon, maybe he was using his head after all. As he was thinking of what may happen next another demon wondered into the bar, a long silver blade in tow. He recognized this blade as well, although they didn't usually have many demons around them; killing a normal demon was easy enough for one of the original vampires, one of those blades would be useful still.


The little ordeal that happened next took no time at all, Dean spent more time talking than he needed to kill this demon, he was strong... very strong. This was someone that they absolutely did not need on their bad side. He knew there were plenty of creatures out there that could match their strength but not many were brave enough to actually stand up to an original vampire. Especially the original Hybrid himself, did this demon even know who he was dealing with? But then again, they had no idea if this blade could kill them or not. This could be the reason why Niklaus had yet to attack him.





'...I can't be killed'





Klaus grinned, everyone could be killed. He knew of course that he would have to do some research on how to kill him. The blade perhaps, but would that work? He liked to know how to kill all of his enemies, even his allies; it made sure that he had all the power.





'That was anticlimactic wasn't it, brother?'





Niklaus seemed to be craving more action, it was a miracle that he hadn't started a fight while Dean was busy with the other demon. What was he waiting for? In any aspect, Elijah was glad that his brother wasn't jumping into a fight with a demon that they very well could not beat. This was not a day that he was wanting to risk his life.





Klaus caught the blade and sneered towards Dean, he was powerful alright. He was someone that Klaus demanded on his side. If he would not join him, then he would just have to be another enemy added to his list. He watched as the Knight of Hell walked out the bar and towards the black Impala that was parked outside. "Follow him, brother, and tell me of his deeds in our home. I want to know what his business is here."





"This is not someone you want to pick a fight with, Niklaus." Elijah hoped his brother would understand that this was no man to go into battle against, especially when they had limited knowledge. "We need to know more about this blade before anything can be done." He knew his brother was blood-thirsty, bur he also knew he was smart. He wouldn't charge a demon with no possibility of winning. At least he hoped he wouldn't. "Send Rebekah, have her meet me." He didn't wait for his brother to respond before he walked out the door, the impala that had been outside was already gone. He could see the car speeding away down the street, He would have to move fast but stay unseen.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

By the time Elijah entered the gravel-filled parking lot, Dean peeled off the lot, driving down the street. It was late at night, half past eleven. According to the locals, the Bar Ripper prowled in the night. Hence, the night walkers. Truthfully, Dean cared little for morning visits. New Orleans nightlife sated his thirst for alcohol, partying, and sex. Plus, it provided a wider variety of victims. Despite neglecting his mark, the hypnotic call was too powerful to ignore completely. Eventually, when it suited him, Dean succumbed to his blade's wrath. His killings were growing by each visit. More bodies suffered his mark's call. It might concern the locals, but Dean didn't care. He had a knack for hiding in plain sight.


{ Time Skip - At A Hotel }


One hour later, Dean returned to his hotel. Unlike his previous choices, the hotel was somewhat high class. A deep contrast to his signature crapholes. On the way, he shed his bloody clothing and burned the evidence. Despite his carelessness, he wasn't stupid. Once he arrived at the hotel, his cold personality vanished, replaced by his smooth, charismatic mask. It charmed a young man, the bartender, who prepared his drink at the hotel's bar. The old Dean Winchester wouldn't dare flirting with another man, especially a kid in his twenties. However, demon Dean ignored petty preferences, like gender or age. As long as it satisfied him, he didn't care who shared his bed. Ironically, the young bartender was a vampire. A naïve newborn with zero experience against demons. Based from his behavior, it wouldn't surprise Dean if the lil' vamp didn't believe in demons. Yet, he chose the man for a reason. Regardless of the vampire's ignorance, Crowley sent him. He didn't bother remembering the faces of his victims, including their names. On the other hand, the lil' vamp wanted revenge. When the bartender introduced himself, he knew. Before relocating to Louisiana, Dean recalled a young hunter confronting him, seeking revenge. He may or may not orchestrated a vampire attack, providing a perfect distraction. Now, the little minx wanted blood. Instead killing him instantly, Dean continued the charade. Why ruin his fun?


"You did this. You made me a monster!"


So much for his fun...


"What ... What are you?"


God, he should have killed him at the bar...


"I'm a demon, kid."


Dean was currently lounging in his room, sipping a glass of bourbon. A decapitated corpse lied near his feet, staining the carpet crimson. He glanced at his mark, watching the ancient curse fade, resuming a pale red. A few minutes ago, during intercourse, the younger man snapped. He attempted assassinating Dean, but failed. Vampire or not, the former bartender was no match for a Knight of Hell. "Keep them coming, Crowley. I'm not stopping you," he announced, raising his glass mockingly. As if the King of Hell were present. He downed his bourbon and poured himself another glass. At some point, he needed to dispose the body and clean the evidence. However, it can happen later.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

Dean's car took off fast, it was no match for Elijah's speed, he knew this much. He chanced a glance back at the bar where Niklaus was on the phone, with his sister no doubt. He would tell her their location and which direction Elijah was heading in and then he would carry out his own business. No doubt he would be headed for their home, which currently had Marcellus residing in it. Hopefully by the time he was to return he would be free to sleep in his own quarters, rather than a place with no value to their family.


Elijah took off, making sure to keep in the shadows where he would not be seen as he tailed the black impala. No doubt he was going to make some more trouble for himself, but there was no need in interfering while he was still in a foul mood; he would wait until Rebekah had arrived and Dean had settled in for the night. As the car stopped he backed into an alley nearby and watched from afar, listening carefully in case he were to have seen him following the car.


As he watched Dean walk into the building Rebekah landed on the ground beside him, jumping down from the neighboring build into the alley. "Elijah, what are we doing following this demon if he doesn't want to side with Klaus anyways?" She had never been one for her brother antics. She was more concerned with living her life without there having to be a wake of mayhem following her.


"He is very strong sister. He is someone that would be very valuable to Klaus if we should convince him to join us." Elijah looked away from the building for a moment towards his sister "He may not join us.... but we still don't want him as an enemy. We need to make sure that Niklaus has no reason to turn him into one." His family was always getting dragged into his brothers fights, they stuck together as a family; even when Niklaus betrayed them.


"Alright then brother, you should go in and watch him, I will stay out here and watch for him to exit the building." Frankly she didn't want to be a part of this but she would always help Elijah, he was her dearest brother and there is nothing that she wouldn't do for him; she just wished he wasn't so blindly faithful to Niklaus.


Elijah walked steadily across the road and into the building in time to see Dean walking off, towards his room no doubt; there was a younger boy with him, in his mid twenties probably. He would kill the man, he was sure of it. Why else would this demon be taking this young man back to his room. He stood outside the room, listening to what happened inside, surely enough the kid was killed. Elijah could smell fresh blood radiating from that room. Now that his had his fill of killing, maybe he would be willing to talk. He rested his hand on the door knob and twisted hard, breaking the lock and walking inside. He was ready for an attack, ready to evade if he needed to.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

Crunch.


Contrary to Elijah's assumption, Dean remained in his seat, sipping his bourbon. His weapon, the First Blade, rested on his lap. "I'm not paying for that," he commented, referring to Elijah's not-so subtle entrance. He detected the vampire's presence prior to his appearance. He downed his bourbon, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and placed the glass on a nearby coffee stand. He wore a pair of jeans, but no shirt. Blood caked his bare chest, sliding down his defined muscles. Dean lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, igniting his victim's corpse. He manipulated the flames, preventing it from spreading. After erasing his victim, Dean intended to clean the carpet stain, including the scorch mark. "You're here for negotiations," he pointed out. It wasn't a question. He leaned back, crossed his ankles, and rested his feet on the coffee table in front his chair. He fingered the handle of the First Blade, debating his next move. Clean the evidence or kill the messenger? Something ancient surrounded the man's aura. He wasn't an ordinary vampire. A part of him should feel cautious, but Dean was fearless. Nothing scared him anymore. Even if he died, the mark wouldn't let him pass.


"Why the hell should I give a damn about your proposition?" Dean inquired. He retrieved a rag from his pocket and cleaned his jawbone-like weapon. "How will it benefit me?" he added. He might be a ruthless demon, but he wasn't mindless. The vampire, Elijah, followed him for a reason. Klaus and him mentioned allies. Based from his observations, Elijah was the levelheaded brother. More suited for negotiations. They wanted to recruit him. If the situation were different, Dean might of laughed. If the King of Hell couldn't control him, how will these vampires pique his interest? What could they offer? Bodies? Protection? None of it mattered. He could hunt down his own victims. He didn't need protection. Clearly, they were desperate. Or stupid. Or both. Despite his disadvantage, Elijah confronted him. He wouldn't admit it, but the vampire had spunk. Or, he was a suicidal bastard.


A few minutes later, his victim's corpse reduced to ash. He banished the remains, leaving a scorched-blood stain. A simple douse of bleach wouldn't clear the burns. However, it would clean the blood. The burnt carpet didn't concern him. It wouldn't take much to fool the hotel staff. Perhaps, he should change rooms? Instead pouring himself a glass, Dean sipped his bourbon straight from the bottle. He observed the seemingly ancient vampire, gouging his reaction. If the vampire snapped, Dean possessed no qualms fighting. He shifted his right arm, revealing the mark on his inner arm, near his elbow. It gleamed a livid red, sensing Elijah's presence. A familiar hypnotic call whispered inside his mind. Kill, kill, kill, it said. Dean ignored his mark's call, waiting for Elijah's answer. He doubted the vampire had anything useful to offer. Yet, he was willing to negotiate with a psychopathic killer. Why did they need powerful allies, especially a demon, no less?

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

'How will it benefit me?'





Elijah stood in front of Dean, ready to jump back in an instant if he needed to avoid an attack. He knew that he was strong but he had no idea how fast he would be. He didn't want to risk being cut by that blade without first knowing the extent of its effects on an original vampire like himself. He knew that this demon had no interest in making a deal with Vampire; he clearly didn't want to work with anyone other than that blade that was being wiped clean of the blood of his last victim. Although Elijah didn't fear blood, something about the way Dean casually cleaned that blade made him shudder. Dean and Niklaus had more in common than either of them would probably ever admit. Their thirst for blood lust was rivaled by only each other. Elijah assumed that Dean's thirst for killing was coming solely from that mark on his arm. He allowed his eyes to move to the mark, glowing a bright red as if it was commanding the demon in front of him.


He smiled, he knew there was nothing that Niklaus could offer this demon that would make him want to work with them. He looked up at Dean's cruel face and couldn't help but let out a deep laugh "There is nothing my brother can offer you that you cannot offer yourself. A place to stay, bodies to kill, power, information. This is all easily obtained by you, is it not?" He assumed Dean had his ways of finding things out much like the Mikaelson family did. He also assumed that offering him a position amongst his family wouldn't work so well as it had on Marcellus so many years ago. He didn't seem like the type that cared much for family. They could offer him men and women, but he didn't seem like he needed help fulfilling any sexual frustrations that he may have, if he had any.


"I could offer you men, women, and beasts. That would not get you to come and stay, I could off you free reign of the entire city, but you would take that on any note. I could tell you my families secrets, but then you and Niklaus would both have my head" he let out another laugh, letting it drag on longer this time as he stepped towards the bare chested demon; he was more attractive than Elijah would like to admit. He had the perfect body to be covered in blood, but there was something sinister in his aura, a deep dark aura. Elijah had the urge to cure, the urge to remove this mark and bring new life to Dean. This wouldn't be an easily feasible desire to achieve, however.


"So tell me, Dean: what is it that you desire? What do you want that you can't have?"

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"So tell me, Dean: what is it that you desire? What do you want that you can't have?"


What does he want? Alcohol? Check. Parties? Check. Sex? Check. Bloodshed? Double check. Dean wielded the First Blade, the weapon that kills all. The Mark of Cain made him truly immortal. He was powerful, fearless, and ruthless. His enemies continued attacking him, but others trembled with terror. Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire, gained a new reputation. Knight of Hell, killer of all. The new Cain. Followers of Abbadon ignored his reputation to avenge their Queen, but additional adversaries accepted defeat. Or, faced death for their stupidity. Dean didn't care Crowley continued selling him out. He welcomed every enemy, every opponent. They sated his bloodlust. Yet, deep down, Dean yearned a challenge. A powerful adversary worthy of his caliber. Is that want he wanted? A challenge?


"...pick a bloody side!"


Dean stared at his right hand. He clenched and unclenched his fist. He was a demon, through and through. He killed without hesitation. He felt no remorse for his actions. However, he adapted a hedonistic lifestyle. Party all day, drink at night. Did that make him human? Not even the King of Hell controlled him. What was he? Demon or human?


Both.


"A purpose," Dean revealed. He rose into a standing position, clutching the First Blade. He lifted it and pressed the tip against Elijah's cheekbone. It slid down, cutting the vampire's cheek. He watched the wound heal rapidly. He lowered the weapon, sliding it across Elijah's neck lightly. The blade grazed the Original's skin, not deep enough to draw blood. He continued his ministrations, contemplating his next move. Spare the messenger or satisfy his mark's hunger? "I kill for the sake of killing. It's what I am," he drawled. A few minutes later, Dean removed the First Blade from Elijah's throat. He inspected Elijah, gouging his reaction. Emerald green eyes met deep hazel. Without another word, he pointed the First Blade at Elijah's heart. One move, he could end the Original's life. Sure, it would trigger a fight. However, he didn't care.


Kill ... Kill ... Kill.


His mark throbbed, pulsating a livid crimson. A tremor surged down his arm, loosening his grip. "Let's make one thing clear, Elijah. I don't take orders from anyone. If it benefits me, I have no problem causing hell. Get in my way and I won't hesitate ending you," Dean threatened. Instead stabbing Elijah, like he wanted, he stepped back. He sat down, retrieved his bottle of bourbon, and sipped it. He rested the First Blade on his lap, close enough to reach. He glanced at the scorched blood stain. After two months, his personality darkened immensely. He became unpredictable, aggressive, and bloodthirsty. Dean Winchester, human extraordinaire, was no more. The Mark of Cain consumed him, transforming him into a remorseless monster.


What does he want?


Dean dragged a hand down his face, smearing the dried blood on his freckled skin. A familiar coppery taste tainted his tongue. The scent dominated his senses. "Trusting a demon gets you killed," he pointed out. He raised his head, flashing his blackened eyes. "You're willing to risk everything by recruiting me?" he inquired. Drops of alcohol spilled on his chest, wetting the dried blood. He wiped his chest, revealing the anti-possession tattoo imprinted on his skin. Most creatures - mainly demons - recognized the tattoo. It symbolized his former hunter status. Now, after his transition, it was a simple decoration.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

'A purpose.'


Elijah let Dean's words sink in, He wanted a purpose, most demons that Elijah had run across didn't care much about a purpose, they just did as they were ordered to do; may that be their purpose? Living to be ordered around? If that was the case then any of these demons would be happy to meet Niklaus, he had a filling that the night of hell was different; a purpose for servitude would not be what he was looking for. He killed for the sake of killing. He had heard about the mark of cane, a mark that made you crave murder. Although, he had never ran across the mark himself. He always assumed that Cane was not a fool, that he didn't dare to take on the original vampire family. They were very powerful, was this 'Dean' strong enough to take down their entire family?





He hardened his jaw as Dean ran the blade down his cheek and felt the familiar bite of a blade against his skin, merely scratching the surface of his skin would do nothing; if this was his idea of intimidation it wouldn't work his cool head. Elijah was able to keep his calm in almost every situation that he was put in. The blade went from his cheek to his neck as Dean spoke, then down to be pointed at his heart. '...I wont hesitate ending you.'


Elijah let out a laugh as the demon backed away and went to sit back on his chair. "I know you are strong, but ending the life of an original vampire is not so easy as those meager demons. Yet alone an entire family of original vampires." He ran his hand through his hair and took a few steps forward to sit in a chair across from Dean, he could still smell the blood in the air and part of him wanted to feed. He was usually so good at controlling his hunger but something in the air here made him want to feed. He watched as Dean wiped away some blood revealing a mark that would usually ward away possession. He had seen these marks before but never had to use one, any demon that was ill enough to enter the body of an original vampire would have their soul torn apart once they did. "You're mark doesn't seem to have saved you from possessing yourself, Dean was it?" He laughed again and pointed at a glass that was sitting at the table, as if asking if he could have some before grabbing the bottle and continuing to pour himself a glass.


"We have plenty of this at our home, I am sure Niklaus would be more than happy to oblige." He stopped short of pouring his drink and sat the bottle down, Alcohol was easily obtainable. A purpose was harder to obtain. "What is the purpose you seek Dean? To kill with reason? Or to be able to stop killing?" In order to be able to help him find a purpose he would have to know what exactly it was that he wanted. Not what the mark wanted, not what the demon wanted... but what Dean himself wanted. This is not something that would be easy to find out, not even for Dean himself. If this was what Elijah had to do in order to secure this knight of hell was on their side then this was exactly what he was going to do.


He closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the Alley outside, Rebekah was still waiting outside, he assumed she would have gotten impatient by now and either ran into the room to make sure that everything was alright or took off to go do her own thing. She trusted Elijah but she was also a worrying sister, she didn't like to let him go off on his own even when she knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself. He may not have the strength of the original hybrid but he was one of the strongest of the original vampires. Even if that first blade could kill him, he would at least put up one hell of a fight when he went, hopefully taking this fit knight of hell with him.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I know you are strong, but ending the life of an original vampire is not so easy as those meager demons. Yet alone an entire family of original vampires."


Dean arched an eyebrow. Original vampires? He heard about them. According to his brother's research, a magical spell created the Originals, the first vampires. However, that was incorrect. They were the beginning of a single race, yes, but a certain Mother of All created monsters, including vampires. Discovering two species of vampires was equally frightening and intriguing. This included werewolves. It seemed Eve's creations inspired others to follow her footsteps. "Don't tempt me. I'm known to do the impossible," he drawled snidely. Before he could sip his bourbon, Elijah snatched the bottle from his hand. A scowl carved on his expression, but he didn't complain. This wasn't his last bottle of bourbon. "This blade kills all, including you," he continued, referring to the First Blade. Based from his findings, nothing could kill an Original. Nothing, except wood from a white oak. On the other hand, the First Blade was a powerful weapon, far ancient than the Originals. He doubted they were impervious to his blade's touch. Somehow, Elijah's confidence was amusing. He loved proving others wrong.


"Your mark doesn't seem to have saved you from possessing yourself..."


He snorted in response, recognizing Elijah's reference. "I ain't riding nobody's meat suit. I'm still me," Dean pointed out. He jacked his bottle, tipped it back, and swallowed a large gulp. He welcomed the burning sensation in his throat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and placed the bottle on the table. Dean gripped his weapon, suppressing his mark's hypnotic scream. It took every fiber of his being not to listen. He succumbed to the mark's pull, but it didn't dictate his life. Elijah proved to be interesting ... for now.


"What is the purpose you seek Dean? To kill with reason? Or to be able to stop killing?"


Stop killing? Suddenly, a memory surfaced inside his mind, reminding him of his last encounter with Sam.


"So what are you gonna do, you gonna kill me?"


"No..."


"Why? You don't know what I've done, I might have it coming."


"I don't care. Because you are my brother and I'm here to take you home."


A fleeting laugh escaped his lips. "Who knows?" Dean mocked. A faint pain lingered inside his chest, coiling around his blackened heart. It was achingly familiar, but he didn't recognize it anymore. Compassion, remorse, and love - emotions representing his humanity - vanished a long time ago. A dark hole replaced his heart. Nothing could satisfy it. Not even bloodshed. Hence, his insatiable hunger. "If I join you, I might find a purpose," he mused. He released a chuckle, not believing his statement. Yet, it solidified his decision. Tonight, he would spare Elijah. The impeccably dressed Original piqued his interest. Perhaps, there was more to hedonism. On the other hand, was it worth joining a group of ancient vampires?


What does he want?


"I kill for the sake of killing. I don't need a reason. Nor do I care about stopping," Dean reminded. He fingered the handle of the First Blade. "Accept it and we have a deal," he announced. He leaned forward, retrieved his bottle, and downed the rest of his bourbon. He dropped his bottle carelessly, ignoring the loud crash. Glass shattered on the floor, scattering across the carpet. Instead banishing the broken pieces, Dean ignored the mess. He rose into a standing position, stepped over the broken pile, and approached his en-suite. He entered the bathroom, retrieved a towel, and exited the en-suite. He wiped his chest, cleaning his bloodstained skin. His dampened towel reddened, courtesy of his gory mess. The First Blade was tucked inside his waistband, close enough for access. Losing his primary weapon was the last thing he wanted. He continued cleaning his bare chest, removing the evidence of his kill. His muscles rippled, enhancing his athletic physique.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"This blade kills all, including you."





Elijah grinned as he tipped the glass back and took a drink of the bourbon that he had poured from Dean's bottle. He was awfully certain of himself for someone who had never run across an Original Vampire before, but then again Niklaus was awfully certain of himself for someone who has never run across a Knight of Hell. It is true that the blade is far more ancient than they are, but does the blade really have the ability to kill them? He didn't want to test his luck to find out. He didn't wan't Dean to know that he was worried either, he needed to keep his cool headed yet confident self throughout this entire exchange. "You are so sure that blade has the abilities which only the white oak stake possesses. Yet, you have never come across an Original Vampire before." He had to choose his words wisely as not to set Dean over the tipping point, he seemed as if he was going to join their side after all.


Niklaus would be happy if he was to bring this knight of hell back with him. Although he doubted that he would leave this hotel room with him tonight. He seemed pretty set in his ways as it is, and his will to change seems almost non existent. As Elijah spoke with him it only made him want to cure this demon even more, he had to find a way to remove that mark from his arm. Something about him told Elijah that he wasn't always as blood thirsty as he is now, behind every monster... is a good man with something that made him that way.





"If I join you, I might find a purpose."





Elijah watched as he downed the bourbon that had been in the bottle and though about how he may find a purpose from aligning with Niklaus, his brother was just as blood thirsty as him. They would share the same fondness for death and nothing in Dean would change. He couldn't very well tell Dean that though or there was no way he would decide to join their family. Maybe he would find his purpose in ruling, but that would cause him and Niklaus to become enemies, that is not something that he wanted. If he could only get him to help someone, maybe then he would find a new purpose; although, it was highly unlikely with that mark still on his arm. He doubt there was a way to get rid of the mark though, it was research for another time. "I am afraid finding a purpose is not so easily done as it is said, Dean. It is worth your time to find your purpose though. What is your life worth if you have no real meaning?" Elijah had once been lost too, consumed by hatred like his brother, although he could never claim to be as mad as his brother has ever been. Keeping Niklaus out of trouble was Elijah's purpose. He kept the peace, at least as well as he ever could.





"Accept it and we have a deal."





"I want to accept, my brother would. I am not one to take kindly to unnecessary killings. However, I accept, on behalf of Niklaus Mikaelson." His eyes followed Dean as he walked to the bathroom and began washing himself off. He kept the blade close to himself, no doubt Niklaus would love to get his hands on that blade. It would be of no use, a trivial exercise, since you had to have the mark to wield the blade. His mind was quickly distracted from the blade as Dean wet his torso, his muscle were define as well as they could be. Dripping wet as he washed himself off. Elijah couldn't help but watch him as he washed up. "Will you be joining us in our home then?" he realized that more than one part of him was hoping that he would come with him back to their home, which Niklaus was no doubt in an exchange of his own with Marcellus for. He wanted him to come back in order to please Niklaus but he also wanted him to come back for his own selfish reasons. Since when did I start seeing this demon in any way other than a threat to our family... His mind was confusing him now, he had been looking at this demon in a way in which his brother would not approve of.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I am afraid finding a purpose is not so easily done as it is said, Dean. It is worth your time to find your purpose though. What is your life worth if you have no real meaning?"


Dean barked a harsh laugh. "Life is meaningless," he deadpanned. A few minutes later, he removed his dampened towel. His bare torso was completely cleaned, revealing his lightly tanned skin. He tossed the towel in a nearby bin, sat down on his chair, and reclined. Instead retrieving his second bottle of bourbon, Dean folded his arms across his chest. He focused his attention on Elijah, observing the older vampire.


"I want to accept, my brother would. I am not one to take kindly to unnecessary killings. However, I accept, on behalf of Niklaus Mikaelson."


A smirk plastered on his face. "Unnecessary is kind of inevitable. Humans are your food source," Dean pointed out.


"Will you be joining us in our home then?"


He scanned his surroundings, surveying his extravagant room. After clearing the evidence, Dean intended to switch rooms. However, staying with the Originals? If the situation were different, Dean might of laughed. Hell, the concept was amusing. Somehow, a part of him pitied the ancient vampire. Inviting a demon inside your home is reckless. Very, very reckless. Especially a Knight of Hell wielding the First Blade, a weapon that could or could not kill an Original. Not that Dean doubted it. Regardless of Elijah's doubt, he believed the impossible. Nothing could resist the First Blade's wrath. "Why not ... I'm sure your family will be delighted," Dean drawled sardonically. He rose into a standing position, approached his bed, and retrieved a fallen form-fitting, short-sleeved black tee. He slipped it on, turned around, and faced Elijah.


"Shall we?" Dean suggested.


Splash!


A dose of liquid sprayed on his back, including his neck. Pain rippled down his spine, eliciting a strained hiss. His skin sizzled, confirming the liquid's identity. Holy water. Dean whirled around, facing the broken door. A young man stood in front of the entrance, holding a large flask. A demonic growl rumbled through his chest. He attempted lunging at the man, but his opponent doused him with holy water. Dean stumbled back, hissing. He brandished the First Blade, crouched, and glowered at the vampire. "You bloodsuckers are getting smarter," he sneered. A cold fury washed over him, shattering his control. Kill, kill, kill, his mark screamed. Instead suppressing the mark's call, he embraced it.


"Some witches can be useful," the vampire remarked. He glanced at Elijah. "This is Marcel's business, Mikaelson. I suggest you leave," he announced.


"You have no idea what you gotten yourself into," Dean pointed out. He flicked his wrist, forcing the vampire forward. The door slammed behind him with a bang. Before the vampire could retaliate, Dean pinned him against a wall telekinetically. He approached the insufferable nuisance, raising his weapon. "A simple parlor trick isn't going to stop me," he growled. The ancient mark on his forearm pulsated a livid crimson, fueling his anger.


"You'll pay, demon. Marcel will find you," the vampire spat. He struggled against the mysterious force, but failed.


A dark smile adorned his face. "Looking forward to it," Dean mused. Without another word, he plunged the First Blade against the vampire's heart. He removed his weapon, watching the vampire collapse. He glanced at the front door. "He's not alone," he announced. He pivoted to his left and approached the door. Dean intended to eradicate every single vampire lingering near his hotel room. He opened the door, stepped out, but froze. He attempted moving, but couldn't. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet. A spray painted devil's trap stained the pristine carpet.


Son of a bitch.


"You were right. Using Markus as bait was the perfect plan," a man sneered, appearing around the corner. His partner, another man, flanked his right side.


Dean flashed his blackened eyes. He lifted the First Blade, pointing at the two vampires. "I dare you to step forward," he snarked. Despite the devil's trap, it didn't hinder his dagger-wielding abilities.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"Unnecessary is kind of inevitable. Humans are your food source"





Elijah couldn't help but laugh as the demon spoke, humans may be their food source but that didn't necessarily imply that they had to kill them. Vampires, Original Vampires even more so, could influence their humans to hold still so as not to cause any serious damage. As long as he took only what he needed he would cause no harm to the human that he was feeding from. He didn't kill many people who did not deserve it. He likes to have a reason to kill anyone. He thought better on the conversation and decided that it be best if he continued this conversation some other time, this was not the reason that he came here to speak with him anyhow. He could explain the workings of an Original Vampire once he was certain that Dean would not turn that blade against his family. Although they may not be perfect, and their good deeds are sometimes few and far between, they are still his family and he would die protecting them. That is his purpose.


Elijah watched as Dean walked over to the bed and pulled on a shirt, part of him ached for this demon to take that shirt back off; he shook his head to take that thought away, he didn't know where his mind was at now. He didn't understand why he kept getting so lost in the body of this dangerous man, he had been around many attractive people with far less clothing on and was able to keep his head. This time seemed to be a different story. While he was about to stand up a vampire came into the room throwing holy water around. Elijah jumped to his feet and hissed back as he watched the Knight of Hell go to work. He was indeed very powerful, and he had much more that was to be learned about him. Elijah merely stood back and watched until Dean was caught in the trap on the ground. Elijah had seen them before but they only worked on demons.


He patted his hands on his pants and then walked over beside Dean, standing inside the devils trap. He glanced at the demon only once and then at the two vampires. "I am afraid Marcellus won't be in charge for much longer boys." He grinned and took a few more steps out as he watched the vampires snarl at him, barring their fangs with eyes bleeding black veins. "Now if you will excuse us..." Before he could finish he sped over to the vampire on the left and shoved his fist through the vampires chest, ripping his heart out; in a blink he repeated the process with the other vampire. "We were just leaving" he finished his sentence as he dropped the hearts onto the ground and walked over to Dean. He looked him in the eyes and smiled "now, I know you could have taken care of them on your own... but I protect my family, and now you're part of it." He slid his heel roughly against the paint until it chipped enough to break the symbol and then walked back into the hotel room to clean his hands off before they left; no reason to dirty his clothes.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"Now, I know you could have taken care of them on your own ... but I protect my family, and now you're part of it."


Dean witnessed the exchange, watching the vampires fall. Instead responding, he glowered at the oldest Original. If his eyes were white oak, they would kill. He clenched the First Blade, suppressing the urge to decapitate the man who stole his kills. Weeks ago, when he satisfied his mark's call, he retained a stable personality. However, after his neglectfulness, his control spiraled. The more he killed, the stronger his mark's influence. Eventually, not even killing stabilized his unpredictable personality. At least, not anymore. Sometimes, spilling blood put him more on edge. Down the road, Dean will reach his breaking point. Once he snapped, all hell will break loose. Not even Death himself could stop him.


"I feel all warm and fuzzy inside," Dean snarked, referring to Elijah's comment. After Elijah broke the seal, Dean stepped over the devil's trap. He glanced at the fallen bodies, watching blood stain the pristine carpet. Instead disposing the corpses, Dean pivoted to his right and entered his hotel room. He approached a closet, retrieved his duffel, and packed his minimal belongings. As a demon, he didn't need much. By the time Elijah finished cleaning his hands, Dean reclined on a chair, wiping his weapon clean. His duffel rested near his feet. He decided against cleaning the evidence in his room. The hotel was within vampire territory. Marcel, or the self-proclaimed King, would notice his vampires' disappearance. No doubt they would hide the evidence from humans, especially the locals.


He rose into a standing position, retrieved his duffel, and tucked the First Blade in his waistband. He wore a worn leather jacket, concealing his weapon from view. "Lead the way, Dean drawled snidely, gesturing to the front door.


{ Time Skip: At the Mikaelson Residence }


"Your power of persuasion never ceases to amaze me, brother," Klaus commented, pouring Dean a glass of bourbon. Despite his compliment, the wicked gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. He was positively gleeful, but Dean's appearance didn't surprise him. His brother had a way with words that inspired hundreds. Not even a Knight of Hell could resist Elijah's influence. He placed the bottle on a table, leaned back, and sipped his drink. The sitting room consisted of Elijah, Dean, and himself. After meeting Dean, Rebekah refused to join them. She didn't trust demons, especially a Knight. Hayley, their lost wolf, joined Rebekah. "Now, since we're family and all, how did you find the First Blade?" he inquired, directing his attention to Dean. He inspected the ancient weapon resting on Dean's lap.


Dean sipped his bourbon. "Cain," he answered gruffly.


His jaw tightened. "Come on now, we all know Cain bore the mark and wielded the First Blade. The mark is named after him for a reason," Klaus pointed out.


He swished his glass, watching the amber liquid swirl. "I tracked down Cain. End of story," Dean dismissed.


Anger simmered beneath the surface. Klaus didn't tolerate disobedience. "Tread carefully, Dean," he warned. His accented voice contained an undertone of aggressiveness.


He arched an eyebrow. "Or what?" Dean challenged. He downed his drink, placed the glass on a nearby coffee stand, and faced Klaus. His right hand grazed the First Blade, skimming the handle. "You'll kill me? We'll see how that works for you," he taunted. Klaus reminded him of Crowley. He wanted to use him (Dean) to his advantage. If the King of Hell failed controlling him, the Original hybrid was delusional.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"You'll kill me? We'll see how that works for you"





Klaus' blood was beginning to boil, this demon was taunting him. Nobody doubted his power, and neither should Dean; not even a Knight of Hell would have the honor of disobeying him, Klaus the most powerful being on the face of this earth; or so that is how he liked to see himself, no one strong nor more suited to rule. "I can kill anyone, Dean, that includes you. My power is not matched by anyone or anything" he growled shifting his eyes to the blade that may have the power to harm him moreso than any other blade.


Elijah could sense the tension that was rising between the two; placing two blood thirsty hot-heads in the same room where one wanted to command the other had been a bad idea, no doubt. He had to keep the peace as he always did. There was no way around getting them to not fight unless he was able to calm his brother down right now. "Niklaus, Dean has agreed to join us. Not to be commanded. His story is being told with all the details that our story is." He sought to remind his brother that they were not sharing any details about themselves either. For the time being that blade would have to remain a mystery to them. Trust was not demanded with this demon it was earned.





"He is in MY home and so he shall listen to me" Klaus hissed, a growl building in his throat. He didn't like when anyone disobeyed him. He could have any of the vampires whom once followed Marcel to attack this demon but he knew it would be of no use. At the moment he wouldn't attack him unless he made the first move.





"Then I may suggest you share a detail of yourself, brother" Elijah sat back down, keeping his eyes focused on his brother. He would be more than ready to jump into the middle of his brother and Dean if need be. There was no use in watching Dean as he knew none of his tales. Dean seemed to have a face of stone, it wasn't easy to read when he was going to attack. Niklaus on the other hand he was easily able to read. He had been at the brunt of his brothers attacks far too many times to not know the tales of his attack. "You want to know how he obtained the blade brother, then tell him how you became a hybrid."





Klaus' growl turned into a frown, he shouldn't have to share any information about himself in order to obtain information on his new demon friend. Those who entered his home should obey every word. He removed his gaze from the first blade and looked at his brother, his frown turning into a wicked smile "Very well brother, since you want to share our story. Maybe I will tell him of the thousands that have fallen prey to me."





Elijah frowned, his brother stayed headstrong through and through, there was no convincing his brother that anyone was stronger than him. "Niklaus, Dean is a guest in our home. As long as you would like to keep it that way..." he paused as he stood from his seat one more time and walked over to stand next to his brother. He lowered his voice to almost a whisper "...I suggest that your temper be restrained."

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I can kill anyone, Dean, that includes you. My power is not matched by anyone or anything."


Dean barked out a laugh. "What kind of rock have you lived under for the last thousand years?" he goaded. He acknowledged the hybrid's strength. Niklaus was powerful, one of the strongest monsters in existence. However, he wasn't the greatest. Before his transition, Dean faced many adversaries. Demons, Archangels, Horsemans - you name it. All of them possessed immense power, but they were defeated. Well, except Death. No one can beat Death. Hell, he doubted Klaus could defeat Lucifer. The sheer arrogance Klaus exuded dominated his past enemies, including the King of Hell. "Your ego is worse than Satan's. I met the guy. Ginormous douche," he pointed out. He picked up his glass, poured himself another cup, and guzzled the bourbon. He welcomed the sharp burning sensation. Somehow, he wasn't completely wasted. The amount of liquor in his system was fatal. At least, for a human.


"He is in MY home and so he shall listen to me."


His eyes flashed black. "I take orders from nobody, Princess," Dean announced. His grip on the First Blade tightened. If Klaus continued his tantrum, Dean wouldn't hesitate silencing him ... permanently. Consequences be damned. He accepted Elijah's offer on a whim. Joining a side meant enemies. Adversaries led to fighting. Battles meant death. He possessed no qualms enacting chaos on a group of vampires, including witches. However, if Klaus ruined everything, the deal was off. He wouldn't tolerate another Crowley.


"Very well brother, since you want to share our story. Maybe I will tell him of the thousands that have fallen prey to me."


He snorted. That was his idea of intimidation? "I'm trembling with fear," Dean drawled sardonically.


Bang!


Before he could react, Dean was pinned against a nearby wall. Klaus stood in front of him, tightening his grip around the demon's throat. His eyes bled a luminescent amber, black veins surrounding his sclera. Unsurprisingly, Klaus ignored his brother's warnings. After hearing Dean's snide comments, his temper flared. He wouldn't tolerate blatant disobedience. Not in his home. If Dean wouldn't answer his questions, Klaus had no problems resorting to drastic measures. "I'm not a patient man, Dean," he commented. He shifted his position and plunged his right hand inside Dean's chest, nearing his heart. "I don't tolerate disobedience," he added. He twisted his hand, curling his finger's around the demon's heart. This wouldn't kill him, but it would send a message; know your place.


Dean grunted in response. His face twisted with fury. Pain flickered across his expression, but he suppressed it. He raised his left hand and gripped Klaus's wrist.


"Now," Klaus began. He leaned forward, staring at Dean's face. Burning amber met startling emerald. "Why did you accept the Mark of Cain?" he interrogated. Wielding the First Blade required the ancient mark. Without it, the First Blade was useless. He knew attacking Dean ruined any chance for a proper alliance. Elijah wouldn't approve his aggressive behavior. Yet, Klaus didn't care. He had many enemies. He cared little about adding another.


He gnashed his teeth, clawing at Klaus's wrist. "Go ahead, kill me," Dean sneered. A dark, animalistic growl reverberated inside his chest, amplifying his words. His brilliant bottle green eyes blackened. The mark on his right forearm pulsated a livid crimson. Dean raised his right arm, positioning the First Blade above Klaus's throat. His tall form radiated defiance. "We'll see how it ends for you," he taunted. Dean had no intentions disclosing important information, including his twisted immortality. Klaus could kill him a thousand times, but it wouldn't matter. The mark wouldn't let him die permanently. Even if the mark failed, Dean didn't fear death. What was the point?


"Tell me!" Klaus roared.


Instead responding, Dean launched Klaus in the air, using his abilities to his advantage. He watched the Original hybrid soar, landing on a grand piano. The instrument crashed on the floor, breaking underneath Klaus's weight. "Or what?" Dean challenged. He stepped forward, ignoring the searing pain inside his chest. "Let's get one thing straight, Klaus. I don't take orders from you. I could care less about your family drama. I accepted Elijah's offer on a whim. I have no problems rejecting it," he deadpanned. Dean pointed the First Blade in the hybrid's direction. His blackened eyes receded, resuming his signature emerald. A faint tremor rippled down his right arm, courtesy of his mark's wrath. Kill, kill, kill, it screamed. A familiar hypnotic call whispered inside his mind, urging him to eradicate the Original hybrid. Dean was closer and closer to succumbing, but he retained a single shred of control. If this charade continued, the Originals would become his most famous victims.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"I don't tolerate disobedience."





He knew that his brother wasn't a patient man but he didn't think that he would ruin all chances they had of getting this demon on their side. Dean was powerful, he was someone that they needed on their side... not against them. He thought hard about stopping his brother but if had made a wrong move he could pull out Dean's heart, although it may not kill him permanently it would do a significant amount of damage. Elijah shifted his stance to where he could defend himself or Dean if need be, although he doubted that the demon would need his help; judging from his reaction when he had taken out those two vampires he didn't take kindly to any help.





"Go ahead, kill me,"





What is he trying to do? Elijah thought to himself watching carefully the battle that was ensured to play out in front of him. He squinted his eyes watching Niklaus' hand for any sudden movements. The next thing he knew his brother was flying across the room and into the grand piano, now Niklaus' belongings were being damaged; it looked as if this alliance was something that was not going to work out. Elijah had to make a choice to stand in the way of Dean or stand in the way of Niklaus, for it was certain Niklaus wouldn't let Dean walk out of here after hurling him into his own piano.


Klaus groaned, pushing himself to his feet and wiping a strand of blood off of his cheek "You will pay for that demon!" Klaus staggered for a moment and then lunged towards Dean, dagger pointed at his heart or not, he was not going to be disobeyed and tossed around like a puppet. Dean would see who the princess was in this room, Klaus was the king!


Elijah darted out in front of Niklaus, arms spread out "enough!" he shouted and took the brunt of his brothers attack, his breath was knocked out of him only for a moment and he regained his posture, spreading his arms back out to the side. An alliance with the Knight of Hell, whom wielded the first blade, was something that would put them at a great advantage to any of their enemies. Even more so than that was what Elijah felt when he was around him, some part of him, no matter how far down, wanted to be cured of this. He wanted to be better than he was. The demon obviously enjoyed killing, that was for certain, but something about their previous conversation told him that there was more to him than just that demon. "This is an agreement I WONT let you destroy Niklaus. Brother or not, I will stop you."





Klaus laughed at his brother, straightening up to look him in the eye. He glanced over his brothers shoulder to look at Dean behind him, did he think his little brother was going to protect him? "Now, now brother. You know I wont hesitate to cut you down" It was true, he had daggered his family many times before, although they were not killed in the process they were stuck in an unbreakable sleep. "Or would you rather I stuck you in that coffin for good?" He laughed and took another step towards his brother.


Elijah knew he was able to injure his brother but he was no match for the strength of his brother, especially when he wielded the dagger that could silence him. "I don't want to fight with you, Niklaus. I just want to ensure the alliance of what may be our strongest ally." It was true that they had many powerful allies, they also had many powerful enemies. The alliance of the Knight of Hell would put them at an advantage, if Niklaus would cool his head he would realize the same thing as well. "Now let us all calm down and call it a night. I can show Dean to his living quarters."

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"You will pay for that demon!"


Dean crouched defensively, preparing to strike. However, before Klaus delivered a devastating blow, Elijah materialized in front of him, arms spread. A scowl carved on his expression. Two vampires at the hotel is one thing, but this? It seemed the elder Original loved intervening. He grounded his teeth, suppressing a snarl. He was tempted to skewer the foolish peacemaker. Stopping Niklaus left him vulnerable, prone to attacks. Dean possessed no qualms back stabbing Elijah. Yet, he didn't. Despite his overwhelming anger, he spared the older brother. If the situation were different, Dean might contemplate the issue. However, his attention remained on the seething hybrid.


"Or would you rather I stuck you in that coffin for good?"


His lips curled. "That your kink?" Dean goaded. He stepped closer, looking over Elijah's shoulder. "Dagger first, ask questions later?" he added. He clenched and unclenched his weapon. It took every fiber of his being not to lunge. His arm throbbed, overwhelmed by his mark's ire. Regardless of his resistance, the mark's hypnotic voice was strong. Eventually, it will consume him. Powerful or not, Elijah was foolish recruiting him. Trusting a demon - a Knight of Hell, no less - was reckless. If Dean were capable of such emotions, he might of pitied the honorable man. However, he didn't care. One way or the other, Niklaus would pay.


"Now let us all calm down and call it a night. I can show Dean to his living quarters."


A cold smile adorned his face. His dark blue eyes promised retribution. "Fine," Klaus conceded. He lowered his dagger, hinting his surrender. On the other hand, before Elijah could react, Klaus slammed his fist against his (Elijah's) face, empowering his blow with his superior strength. He watched his brother soar, colliding with their guest. Both of them crashed on the floor hard, landing a few feet away. "Enjoy your evening, Dean," he sneered. Without another word, Klaus whirled around and vanished, leaving the two alone. For now, he would give his brother this victory. However, he had plans for Dean Winchester. Big plans. If Elijah interfered, he wouldn't hesitate executing his previous threat. Consequences be damned.


Suddenly, a body slammed against him, sending them flying. Dean crashed on the floor with a bang. He dropped his signature weapon, leaving him unarmed. He rolled on his side, coughing. Dean rose into a sitting position, wiping blood off his lips. He scanned his surroundings, searching for his fallen blade. After spotting it, he shifted and retrieved it. Unlike Klaus, his anger continued to boil. Dean clenched his right fist, feeling the mark's influence. He scrambled to his feet, adjusted his grip on the First Blade, and stormed out the parlor. The deal was off. He succumbed to the mark's hypnotic pull, fueling his rising bloodlust. The Original hybrid would regret attacking him. Once he tracked down Klaus, Dean intended to impale him with his powerful weapon.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"Enjoy your evening, Dean"





Elijah watched as his brother walked away, it was good that he had decided to stop this fight and retire for the night; although, he was not sure Niklaus was actually going to give up on his delusions of ruling over everyone and everything. He was indeed a strong being, able to rule over most with his intimidation alone, but this was one being that he was not going to be able to break. He just knew that chaos would come soon, if he could not calm either his brother or the knight of hell, Dean. "Chaos must be avoided" he spoke under his breath and then sped off towards where Dean had left from. He needed to catch up to him in order to try and convince him to reconsider; his brother had been right about one thing, Elijah always had a way of influencing people. Although, he doubted he would be able to convince this demon a second time to join them so long as his brother was under the assumption that he would be in charge of him.





"Dean, you must excuse my brothers bad manners, he has always been.. well a hot-head, if you will" he spoke as he walked beside the already furious knight of hell after he had caught up to him. It hadn't taken him but a second to get beside the demon; he wasn't sure he should be walking to close to the demon after he had just had a tussle with one Original, he could easily turn that blade on him. His worries were slightly subsided when he thought back to when he had stepped in between Dean and Niklaus. Dean had been behind him the entire time, he could have easily plunged that dagger through his back and into his heart before he had a chance to bound out of the way. That could have been the end of him, if that dagger really could kill the Original's family. He shuddered just thinking about losing his own life or that of anyone in his family.


What would he do if it came down to him protecting his brothers life or destroying Dean's? Would he choose to save this new demon over his own brother? No doubt they both had a strong thirst for blood and the hot-head of a bull, but which would give first? Who would be the one to snap and set the other off? These two would either be the death of each other or the death of him. He was bound by his family and part of him, even if that part was barely in control, knew that he would protect his family no matter what. Elijah ground his teeth together and rubbed his temples as he walked beside this powerful demon, the silence was almost deafening. He could use his sister, Rebekah, at this moment; surely a beautiful woman, such as herself, could entertain Dean for the night. He was certain that Dean was able to find many women on his own, even men if he wanted, but he was also certain he had never been entertained by an Original Vampire. Although, he doubted he would be able to convince his sister to entertain a demon, a being which she didn't particularly trust. That was made certain when she had refused to sit with them, even though he was there himself.





"I ask that you still consider aligning with us. If not my brother than align with me" he spoke calmly, wanting to reach out and grab the demon by the shoulder to stop him from walking any farther, however he was certain that would be a mistake so he kept his hands resting in the pockets of his pants. "I am capable of thinking on my own" contrary to how it may seem, Elijah was able to make his own alliances as well. His brother had threatened his life more than once, he had threatened his entire family. He kept a stone face as not to give away any of the thoughts that had been running through his head as he walked alongside this demon, trying to convince him to join with him and his family.

 

[NightmareMoon]

Dean Winchester

"I ask that you still consider aligning with us. If not my brother than align with me."


Dean continued his trek, maneuvering through the large estate. He scanned his surroundings, keeping his senses peeled. Using his enhanced speed - hell, even teleportation - would quicken the process. However, Dean preferred stalking his prey. Unadulterated fury radiated from his athletic physique. A cold expression plastered on his face, eyes promising death. Elijah followed him, pleading to reconsider. "I know a thing or two about crappy younger brothers," Dean drawled. He kicked in a door, searching inside the room. Clear. He pivoted to his left and sauntered down the corridor. He searched other rooms, finding the same thing: nothing. Dean was aware using his heightened hearing, including sense of smell, would locate Niklaus. On the other hand, he wanted to prolong his hunt. The thrill of the chase was almost satisfying as the kill. "Thing is, no matter how many times he screws up, he's your brother. You'll always protect your brother," he pointed out. Dean turned around the corner, climbing a set of stairs. He clenched and unclenched the First Blade, suppressing the tremors threatening to surge down his right arm. His mark pulsated a brilliant crimson, feeding on his boiling rage. It fueled his bloodthirsty quest. "Really pathetic, if you ask me," he snarked. Dean entered the second floor and continued his journey. By now, he assumed Klaus detected his presence. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to connect the dots.


"I am capable of thinking on my own."


He barked out a harsh laugh. "Keep telling yourself that," Dean mocked. Deep within his subconscious, Dean contemplated Elijah's offer. If he inspected Elijah, a familiar moose-like face would appear. Both of them were uncannily similar, Elijah and his brother, Sam. They were compassionate, honorable, and unyielding. Driven to do the right thing. Willing to do everything for family. Even if it meant performing the unthinkable. Perhaps, the similarity influenced Dean's acceptance. Hell, convinced him to spare the eldest Original. Maybe, after everything, a shred of humanity clung to his wicked soul?


Kill ... Kill ... Kill.


A dark, oily force washed over his mind, shattering his thoughts. Dean drowned in the mark's influence, fueling his bloodthirsty vendetta. Suddenly, a pair of seemingly delicate hands draped over his neck.


Snap!


He collapsed on the floor, neck snapped clean. It wouldn't kill him. However, it knocked him out. A young blonde stood behind Dean's fallen body. Her lips curled with disgust. "He'll be the death of us, Elijah. I don't want any part of it," Rebekah announced. Subduing Dean contradicted her statement, but she didn't care. She did it for Elijah, not Niklaus. Her half-brother deserved the demon's wrath. If Elijah didn't interfere, Rebekah would of allowed the hunt. Without another word, she turned around and vanished, returning to her personal quarters.


Dean remained on the floor, unconscious. His right hand continued clutching the First Blade. His livid mark dimmed, resuming a pale red. Eventually, once his neck healed, Dean would awaken. Hopefully, for Klaus's sake, including Elijah's, the Knight wouldn't continue his death march.

 

[MonnieVeronie]

Elijah Mikaelson

"Thing is, no matter how many times he screws up, he's your brother. You'll always protect your brother,"


Elijah pondered for a moment, this was true there was no doubting that. Elijah had never turned his back on his family no matter how many times Niklaus had turned his back on them. Elijah was always the thread that held the family together when it threatened to fall apart, hell even Rebekah would not be in New Orleans now had it not be for him. His younger sister was not as quick to forgive Niklaus as Elijah was, she tended to hold a grudge. Anyone unlucky enough to get on her bad side was forever in a dismal state, for Rebekah's scorn was as strong as ever.





"Keep telling yourself that,"


"I may help my brother in achieving what he wants most of the time, but I will still stop him from doing anything that will hinder this families safety. If I honestly thought you were going to kill us all then I would have never showed up at your hotel room." He spoke softly, as if to try and ease Dean of the tension that was running through him. He let his eyes wonder down the demons arm, his muscles were so defined with him just clutching that blade. He knew that if he found his brother he would not hesitate to try and kill him. He couldn't let that happen, he had no idea of the blade would actually kill Niklaus for good or if it would only injure him for the worse, but it was something that he wasn't willing to risk at the time. What he needed to do was to find someone that Dean wanted to kill more than his brother, then convince them both to work together in order to take this common enemy down, at least then they wouldn't be fighting each other.





"He'll be the death of us, Elijah. I don't want any part of it,





Elijah looked his sister over in disbelief as she had just snapped the neck of the demon he was trying to convince to join their alliance. Although, he knew she was right, Dean would be the death of them if they didn't get control over the situation somehow. Niklaus may have been killed had Elijah not intervened earlier. He was glad he did, he could have jumped in front of Niklaus instead but the knight of hell would have just plowed through the both of them. So, he knew jumping in front of Dean was the fastest way to have the fight ended. Now, Niklaus was probably somewhere nearby listening to Dean hunt him down, laughing at his failed efforts no doubt. Their home had many secrets that only their family knew about, and Elijah knew that it was best to keep it that way.


He watched as his sister walked away and then heaved Dean over his shoulder, he carried him to a room towards the back of their old home. He could sleep there until that mark woke him up again. There was no doubt in Elijah's mind that he would be out for blood, so Elijah would wait outside of his room to make sure that he didn't try anything in the morning. He laid him down on the bed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He didn't bother covering him with a blanket as it wasn't particularly cold in the room. For reassurance he drew a devil's trap right outside of the door and laid a mat down over it, we didn't need him leaving without a sure way to keep him on their side, or at least Elijah's side.