Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2009 06:39:10 -0400
From: Mark Thompson <craze_writer@live.com>
Subject: Supernatural_101_Part8

Hehe...

Your comments and speculations are awsome. Keep them coming. I enjoy them
thuroughly. No one has yet to predict what will happen... But this is a
fairy good indicator of what is wrong with many of your theories... Enjoy!
More to come for SURE. Cliff hanger what??? You love it.

CHANCES ARE this will take place in the same world create by Eric Kripke's
"Supernatural" while there will most likely be no cross over in storyline
or characters. This world was not created by me nor do I claim to have done
so. I however do not like some of the creature features of said world. They
will most likely be changed. Deal with it.

~*~ Supernatural 101 Part 8 ~*~

Winnie was fairly upset, partly at us, partly at the world. She outright
refused to come out of her room. This was fine by us, we had bigger things
to worry about.

"A Lich may be hundreds of years old." I began while already walking down
the stairs, holding a book in my good hand. "The soul of the human is
trapped within its body even after death, commanded so by black
magic. Liches are most commonly under the command of a magik user of some
degree but have been know to be commanded by demons and there are at least
two documented cases where the Lich was created by itself, owing allegiance
to no one. Though immortal, the body continues to decay until it is only a
skeleton held together by the dark magik."

"Ya ya, how do we kill it?" Desmond opened the door for me and I passed
through without looking up, nor realizing I even passed through the
doorway.

"'If the body is destroyed, the spirit will return to its phylactery until
the body regenerates.' So we need to find its phylactery... What's that?"

"Anything. Fuck my life." He started the car and slammed on the gas,
spraying mud until the tires caught on something. We flew backwards,
Desmond steering with his arm on the back of my seat, eyes straight
backwards. The car shot out onto the road and skidded 180 to face towards
town, running over a zombie.

"Gross..." I said as the body thumped down the hood of the car.

"Aw, it's just a little decomposing flesh, nothing to worry about." He put
his hand on my thigh and drove on, clearing the windshield of zombie goo.

The ride towards town was depressing, we could see where the undead had
been, pieces of human and animal flesh scattered around the small
houses. But we couldn't waste our time defeating all the Lich's creations,
if we killed it, its minions died too. We passed the bar from the night
before, zombies still wandering around outside. Every once in awhile, a
ghost would shift into view but dissipate soon after. We drove to a
cemetery just on the outskirts of Kapuskasing, the thick gates had been
pushed open and moans could be heard from inside.

Desmond turned off the car and got out, flicking the latch for the truck to
open. "Alright..." He said as I came to stand beside him. "I want you to
grab a sword, a shotgun and a handgun, plenty of ammo too. How's your
hand?"

I looked down at it, it seemed to be that of a 70 year old as opposed to a
90 year old. "Much better I think. It's coming back."

He nodded his head. "Then take this too." He handed me a pouch. "Hex bag,
the good kind. Winnie made it for me for my birthday. Just a little
strength booster." I grabbed it and felt much more powerful, more
physically dominating. My shoulders raised with the new strength. Desmond
chuckled, "Ya, like that."

He grabbed a few things for himself and closed the trunk. "We're looking
for a grave, it'll be fairly obvious that evil has been there. A Lich could
have raised everyone in this place so don't let your guard down and keep
your ears open."

I slung the shotgun over my shoulder, letting it hang on its strap. The
sword attached to my belt loop and I shoved the gun down the back of my
pants. Holding a curved knife in one hand, I ran my fingers through my hair
with the other and cracked my neck. "I'm ready."

Desmond looked up from attaching his sword to his belt and paused, letting
it fall to the ground. He put both of his hands on my shoulders in a
mentor-like way. "You look..."

"Good? Ya I know." I said cockily, striking a pose.

"No... You're downright hot." He moved in closer to me, hip checking the
sword hilt that dug into his stomach to one side. He put his cheek to mine
and breathed me in, working up the courage to kiss me.

"I've got nothing on you." I said quietly. His scruffy beard scratched mine
as he moved his lips to meet mine. Our noses brushed and I pushed forwards
with my neck to kiss him. It was returned with another, then another. He
moved to my cheek, then down my neck.

The sound of a gun went off and Desmond stopped and turned around. A
headless zombie fell to the ground. "I didn't say stop." I smirked.

"Good point." His arm forcefully went to my back and pulled me as close to
him as possible without suffocating me. We kissed, tongues intertwining. He
let out a small grunt and pulled away. "You ready?"

"You're right, too much restraint." I said, cocking the gun again.

He repeated the process again, arm behind me, pulled close, kissing. "Ya,
but I'm loosening up." He released me and picked his sword up, tying it to
his belt. He went to the cemetery gates and I stood there beside him.

"Be careful T." the moans had faces now, no less than 50 of them, all
noticing us and walking haphazardly towards us.

"Hey, just call me Ash." I gripped the knife tightly and lunged forward,
but Desmond grabbed my weak hand which hurt less than I expected. He pulled
me into him a third time.

"Be careful, because I'm totally in like with you." He kissed me
again. "And I just love doing this." Once more.

"Zombies... Zombies...!"

"Oh shit, ya." A gun shot and we both jumped over the decrepit fence.

There was a flurry of gun shots. I aimed at the heads of zombies, going
full out Umbrella Corp. There was no stopping them though, every dead
person for the past hundred or so years was up and walking, with the
possible exception of those who were cremated, posing their own problem.

"Desmond!" I shouted out when he was too far away from me to see him. A
gunshot deafened my right ear as he suddenly appeared beside me to shoot a
corpse away from me. We didn't separate again.

"T, it's too much. We can't kill them all." He said to me sadly. "We've
gotta find out who the Lich is!"

As if by an act of the gods, I stumbled upon a grave. It was no ordinary
one, for a few feet around it, there was no life. The grass had died, the
air seemed stale... it was an empty, cursed space. "Diz..." I said after
decapitating a zombie with my blade, "This is it." He bolted to my side,
covered in blood.

"Perfect... This is it." He looked to me with several lines of blood
sliding down his face. "Good job." He nodded a few times before grabbing me
close to him. "You're amazing."

I ducked away from his lips to put a few shells into a zombie behind
him. Luckily, it seemed to be the last one as far as I could see.

"That's it?" I asked, not expecting an answer.

"I guess." Desmond said. "Erin Rocturn..." He read the name on the grave
stone mysteriously. "We need to find out who this guy is... Or girl I
guess...?"

"Well you clearly can't be too prejudice." I joked. But before I knew it,
we were far away from the graveyard, approaching Winnie's house. I was
wiping the blood off of my face... and various other fluids that come from
corpses. Unless you're a necrophiliac, you don't know what I'm talking
about. Not that I am, cause I'm not... Crap I've convinced you all huh?

"You still look kinda hot." Desmond said while driving through the
outskirts of Kap. "Stop playing with your hair!" I stopped, even thought it
was pretty gross. "That's better." He totally manipulated my lo... like for
him to get him to do what I wanted.

"Look, I'm my own person..."

"A hot person." He laughed.

"I'm trying to be serious here... What the hell Desmond?" I was irritated.

"Well we're here" Desmond said as we pulled into a tiny parking lot. "The
archives. I'm assuming that I taught you enough to get access to everything
you need?" He looked at me smiling.

"And then some." I said opening the door. "When will you be back for me?"

"In a few hours. Promise." He paused. "Cause you know, shit might
happen. So I'll be back. Call me if you need anything. I'm going to go
chase some other leads on the Lich."

I nodded. "See ya."

He nodded also. "See ya." And he drove off.

It was a small building almost like a church, but somehow, it worked as the
archives for the region. In Canadaland, there's usually an achieve for each
district/region. With no one else around, I slowly made my way into the
small building, gun at the ready.

"Hello?" I called out once the bell at the door produced no immediate
responses. "My name is Tim... Is anyone there?" I rounded the desk and a
bloody mass of flesh stared back at me. They had been here. Perhaps they
didn't want me to know what they did. I put a few bullets in the corpse's
skull for good measure. Never can be too careful.

There was a computer, spattered in blood, on the desk of the
ex-archivist. The name Erin Rocturn yielded a few results. Two news
clippings: one was an obituary, and one was a link to a newspaper
article. I wrote down the name and number of the article and went down into
the basement achieves.

With my gun drawn and holy water ready, I searched the basement until I
found the shelf that I needed. Sifting through a few files I found the
answer I had searched for for so long. It was not only the name of the
Lich, but what its phylactery most likely was, and why this particular body
had become a Lich in the first place. He was once a...

***

Desmond pulled into the bar from the previous night. There was something
else here and he knew it. Even though the place no longer felt of demonic
energy, he knew there was something there, all those years with Winnie
didn't count for nothing.

He stepped on the broken glass that scattered the room, making a stealth
entry impossible. But stealth from what? This was ridiculous. He picked up
the pace and started looking around for clues. The undead had to have left
something behind, and he was going to find it.

With a grunt he lifted a table near the bar, hoping for anything to reveal
itself. There was nothing. From moving the entire bar, he was a bit sweaty
and discouraged until something miraculous happened...

"Desmond?" A hollow voice came from behind him. He spun around and pointed
his rock salt-filled shot gun at chest height.

"Who the fuck are you?" As he gazed upon the sight, he was struck by a
sense of awe. "No... It can't be." His gun lowered and his mouth dropped
open.

"It's me... Luke." A nude figure flickered into existence a few feet
away. "Don't you remember me?"

This is cruel. A demonic joke. "You're not real." Desmond said in a strong
tone. "No way. I buried you myself." He kept the gun aimed at his past
lover. It was difficult. His body had materialized exactly as it should
be. Thin stature, lanky build, barely able to build any muscle. Ass to kill
for... What he did show was nearly impossible to not pay attention to.

"I came back." He said, walking closer to Desmond. "And I missed you so
much."

"No... This is the Lich's doing." Desmond said as he backed away.

"It is..." the naked form nodded in agreement. "But it's still me. He
just... facilitated my return." He reached Desmond, having backed him
against a wall. "Desmond, it's alright. It's me. I promise."

Desmond started to cry softly. After a few minutes he looked at the specter
in the eyes, "On the beach... in June... we..."

"We threw rocks into the river after laughing at a Siren's attempts to
seduce us." He put a hand on Desmond's face, caressing him.

"At..." he hesitated, "At Richard and Winnie's... When we came back from
hunting the Pooka..."

"It made an oil tycoon stuck on the thirteenth floor of his office building
for hours after giving the go ahead for an excavation project." He looked
at Desmond with sad eyes. "We... You know... Des, it's me. It's alright."

Desmond grabbed the ghost, surprised only slightly to grasp something
solid. "I missed you so much..." He said.

Luke laughed. "Hey, I've missed you too." He flicked the necklace from
underneath Desmond's shirt as if able to see it under the fabric. "Not this
much but..."

"Shut up." Desmond said as he kissed the boy.

"Des... I've been watching you. With this Timothy character."

"He's nothing, I've missed you so much."

"Ya, you keep saying that. You've missed me. I get it." Lucas' head rested
on Desmond's chest. "I can't help but think that you're replaced me." He
looked up into Desmond's green eyes. "You haven't? Have you?"

Desmond looked at his lover of many years. Missing the shape of his face,
the smoothness of his body. The fact that he was naked was almost too
much. But he HAD moved on. But this relapse was frankly a little too
much. Even if it was a Lich's magic, the spirit's emotions couldn't be
trifled with. That was beyond a Lich. "Never." He lied.

"I love you." Lucas said, holding onto Desmond tightly. "And you have no
idea the torture I've been through to get back to you." He laughed. "We
always joked about death... but the real thing is..." He withdrew, folding
his arms and letting out a deep breath. "It's bad."

"Hey..." Desmond said, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him towards
himself, kissing him on the lips. "It's alright. You're here now and that's
all that matters."

"I thought you'd forgotten about me. This Timothy guy that they had told me
about..." he laughed again. "I thought he was for real. But I know that you
couldn't really forget about me. We loved each other too much."

"Ya..." Desmond reminisced.

"All those times that I snuck into your bed in the middle of the night..."
They both laughed. "I know... that I'm dead. But I can feel you... And I
still love you. You're all I can think about. For years... Only you."

"You have no idea," Desmond said shaking slightly, "what it has been like
to live without you." He kissed him. It was as if Luke was whole again, he
felt as real as ever.

"I have an idea," Luke grabbed Desmond's crotch, massaging his member, "not
getting off for so long... SO long..." he winked. "I know, I get it."

"Luke I..." He stepped back but only into the bar.

"You haven't jerked off since we last fucked have you? I can see it in your
eyes." More ocular examination. "You totally haven't!" Lucas pushed Desmond
further into the bar. Desmond turned the grunt of pain into a playful
laugh. Lucas couldn't take the smile away from his mouth. "You fucking love
me." Still with the smile. "Ah..." He shook his head and massaged his
lover's groin more in disbelief. "I thought that with so much time, and
with Timmy, that you'd have gotten over me so long ago."

"I couldn't."

"That's how I feel." He undid the button in Desmond's pants, followed by
the zipper. The hand then moved up his shirt, across his hairy abs and
touched the metallic coin that hung from Desmond's neck. Luke smiled. "Such
as romantic." He shoved his tongue into Desmond's mouth.

"Mmm... Mhmmm.. No no stop." Desmond pushed away.

"But you always liked it when I did this..." Luke massaged Desmond's
hardening cock though his underwear. And Luke was right, he enjoyed this. A
little too much. "See?" Desmond was sporting a full hard on.

Before he knew what his ghost lover was doing, Luke dropped to his knees
and so did Desmond's pants. "No..." Desmond protested. But his hard cock
stood straight out towards Lucas who was licking his lips, not at all being
careful to not lick Desmond's dick as well.

With one hand feeling his abs, the other played between his legs, making
them open more, giving Luke access to Desmond's ass. He loved playing with
it, though never really fucking him, Luke fingered, flicked and pushed his
way into the deepest regions of Desmond. Always getting an "Aw fuck..." as
he started sucking on his cock. This time was no different.

"Stop man, stop..." Desmond pleaded unconvincingly. Luke's tongue wrapped
around his cock and Desmond hoisted himself onto the top of the bar in a
poor attempt to get away from the blow job. He just made it easier.

Leaning back on his elbows, Desmond let Luke pull off his shoes and pants,
exposing his entire lower torso to the pleasure Luke desperately wanted to
give him. Desmond stopped protesting as Luke's slick and thin finger pushed
into Desmond's exposed ass.

"Oh god..." He moaned, pushing Luke's head down onto his cock in a soothing
rhythm. "Ah that feels so good." Desmond thrusted up ever so slightly each
time Luke buried his face into Desmond's pubes, his eight inches easily
fitting into the boy's mouth. Practice makes no gag reflex...

A sloppy suction sound and Luke's lips hovered on the head of Desmond's
cock but his finger still worked his ass. "You're so fucking sexy..."
Desmond just smiled, ever the bashful type while in bed as it were.

"I wanna fuck you." Desmond whispered as Luke's hand ran up and down the
thick shaft of Desmond's pulsing cock. Luke smiled and somehow moved his
legs up onto the bar without changing the position of his head until it was
necessary.

"Then do it." Luke said as his ass hung above Desmond, teasingly plunging
down just to retract once hitting skin. "But first, you really need to take
that off." Lucas pulled at Desmond's shirt from the bottom, making Desmond
put his arms in the air to get the shirt off. Each inch that Luke pulled at
the shirt revealed a little more of Desmond's stomach... Rippling with a
hairy six pack, and his pecks, sweaty with anticipation of a good
fucking. "There." Lucas said as he kissed his chest, taking the medallion
into his mouth only to spit it back out onto another point of his chest.

"Ah fuck you..." Desmond said as he threw Luke sideways onto his back. "I
gotta have you." Desmond kissed Luke's neck, making his drop his shoulders
in longing, stretching his neck out. He graduated to feeling up Luke's
sweaty chest with one hand, while the other forced its way into Luke's
hole. It gave way to the moisture and some sort of otherworldly
desire. What ever it was, Desmond got three fingers deep inside Luke
without trying. He moaned and grunted each time Desmond's fist punched
Luke's ass, never willing to let more inside, just like when he was
alive...

"Oh god that feels good..." Luke pushed down onto Desmond's fingers each
time the stud pushed into his ass. Twisting his fingers always made Luke
squeal, being dead made no difference. "Oh fuck ya. Uh... Oh god fuck me
now..." he demanded.

While turning his face sideways to lick a nipple, Desmond grabbed his cock
with his left hand and fed it into Luke's waiting hole. They both moaned as
the climax of Desmond's thrust.

Once he was inside Luke, he pulled out so slowly, savoring each contraction
of Luke's ass, trying to force him out but at the same time pull him
inwards. It was heaven. And so natural...

Desmond stopped kissing and licking and his face moved up to Luke's. Their
noses touched as sweat dripped from Desmond's face onto Luke's with each
successive thrust and hard slapping sound of skin against skin. Luke tried
to close his hole around Desmond, give his a nice tight hole to
fuck. Trying only brought out a huge grunt from Desmond as he fucked
faster.

It was so right, felt to natural that Desmond couldn't even tell the first
time that Luke shot his load. He had aimed it to go onto his chest but also
onto Desmond's chin.

"Haha..." Desmond chuckled as he raised his head, letting the cum drip down
Luke's gullet. The thrusting made the drop fall. Agitation and all.

Their noses touched as they looked into each other's eyes, kissing
infrequently each time their mouths touched. Desmond thrust harder and
deeper, making the boy scream with pleasure, his recently expended prostate
made the sensations so much more pleasureful. Luke pushed Desmond over so
that he was on top with strength unbecoming of the small boy.

Desmond grunted as his back hit the uneven bar. "Ah, I see how it is... I'm
not good enough huh?" He grabbed the boy's thighs and gently pushed his
cock upwards into his lusting ass hole. It was stretched by now, letting
the whole girth of Desmond inside to the familiar opening.

Desmond realized this fatal truth too late. It was so familiar, he had
fucked that hole more times that the human brain could recollect. It was so
warm, soft and erotic. He wanted more, but his dick wouldn't let his fuck
Luke any deeper.

Guiding the boy up and down, Desmond let one hand caress the boys' lower
back, feeling between the beginnings of a crack all the way to where his
cock was furiously fucking into his lover. The finger retraced this track,
occasionally adding his finger to his already big fuck tool. His other hand
pulled Luke into a passionate kiss. His tongue flicked and twirled its way
around Lukes' mouth. Although Tim was clueless as to what to do when
Desmond assaulted his mouth like this, Lucas had the right idea and made
Desmond work for the oral domination... Tim...

The thrusting stopped. It was picked up almost immediately after Desmond
stopped it by Luke moaning and riding Desmond's cock. Desmond closed his
eyes, letting his mouth contort until he started cumming, then he let out a
huge grunt. As usual, Luke thrust his hips forward pulling Desmond's cock
and as much cum as possible out of it. Desmond lost control and grabbed
Luke's hips, forcing him down onto the exploding cock. "Oh fuck I love
you..."

"Ah... I know you do..." Luke moaned as the thick liquid made his cum a
second time. The strands entangled themselves in Desmond's chest hair and
coated the medallion which after the clean up, Desmond suck on until he
couldn't taste anything any more. "So you liked that huh?"

Though Desmond's cock was out of Luke's tight ass, his cock stayed hard as
Luke ran it between the cheeks of his ass, up and down. Slowly, the cum
leaked out, making the whole thing that much more pleasurable. It lubed it
up, if only for a moment, but it was enough to slip Desmond's cock back
into Luke's ass.

"Woah tiger!" Luke said surprised. "Who said I was ready again?"  Not
protesting, Luke allowed himself to be fucked by Desmond's cum soaked dick.

"Mmmhmm... But you want it huh?"  Desmond rolled over on the bar, pushing
glasses onto the floor until Luke was on his back. Desmond stood up and
pulled Luke's ass up into the air. "Ya... You fucking love it." Desmond
said as he pushed his dick down into Luke. Each thrust earned a gurgle and
some white cum being pushed out of Luke's ass just to be forced back in by
Desmond's relentless fucking.

Luke closed his eyes and left his mouth hanging open in lust, letting
Desmond fuck him faster and faster, drilling down like a jackhammer. "Uh!
Fuck!" He grunted as Luke felt a few strong streams force their way into
his bowels. The last few of the at least 8 made their way onto Luke's dick
which gladly accepted the cum. Without taking his pulsing member out of
Luke, Desmond began stroking off his lover with his cum as the only lube.

Before long, Luke started shooting cum all over his face, Desmond's fucking
position making it impossible to aim it elsewhere. Plus, it felt too good
to move.

As Desmond slowly pulled out of Luke, his dick still had small white, slick
patterns of cum among the veins, pubes and downright hotness of Desmond's
cock.

"Goddamn..." Desmond collapsed onto Luke, licking whatever cum he found
into Luke's open mouth. "I forgot how good you were."

"I'd almost forgotten how big you were... How much you love fucking a tight
ass."

"No fair." Desmond said. "You're not tight after me fucking you so many
times. Who are you kidding?" The both laughed and Desmond stood up on the
floor, finding his pants and pulling them of. "Shit... I just fucked a
ghost."

Luke smiled. "Nah... It's me. Just not in the flesh."

"Felt that way though." Desmond smelled Luke all the way to his scalp and
continued to breathe in. "I fucking miss you."

"I know you do. But you know what? We can be together again."

"Huh?" Desmond stepped back, running into his discarded shoes.

Luke wiped a few threads of cum from his face and sucked them off his
fingers. "I'm alive because of the Lich Desmond." He sat with his knees to
his chest, barely showing off his stretched ass, begging to get fucked
again. "So let it live."

"Nah, Luke... What?" Desmond stammered. He drew himself up, unconsciously
making his muscles bulge out.

"You can nail it back into its coffin. Put wards around it... So long as
its alive, so am I. We can be together until the day you die... Then you
can have someone kill the bastard." He slid down the bar and onto the
floor, sweaty body making it somehow easier for the spirit. "Don't you love
me enough?"

"Luke, you know I love you..."

"Then nothing!" he pleaded. "That's just it. You can't kill it. It brought
me back, it brought us together again!" The cold hands rested on Desmond's
chest, the medallion framed by his fingers. "I know that you haven't
forgotten me. I know that you still wake up holding that tramp and thinking
about me."

"Don't call him that..."

"That's what he is. He fucks anyone who shakes their dick at him. You know
it's the truth. Diz... I wouldn't say this if it weren't. You know that."

Desmond struggled for the right words. "It's not right. You died."

"But I came back. If me being dead makes you think we aren't meant to be
together, then what does me coming back mean?"

***

I was deep in a book when Desmond walked into the archive basement. He
carried a big bag with him. He was sad, but why? His forehead always made
this strange crunch when he was upset that never really went away until he
killed something.

"Hey you..." I said getting up from my chair.

"No..." Desmond said. "Don't get up. It's alright... Everything's going to
be alright."

"Ok..." I said. "You're weird... But listen to this. Erin Rocturn was a
member of that League of Magicians that Winnie talked about. The one
Ironside's Great Grandfather was in. And get this... You known how they had
a split over the power of demonology? Well guess who took up Necromancy as
a hobby?"

"That's great." Desmond said as he dropped the bag to the ground. He pulled
out a small bowl and three candles which he arranged in a triangle with the
bowl in the middle.

"What's this?" I asked. "Looks kinda like a banishing ritual." He drew
symbols on the floor to confirm my guess. "Is there a ghost following you
that you need to banish?" A black candle was lit and placed at the top of
the triangle. "Woah... Tough spirit?"

"I'm not sure..." He sniffed a little. "It might be. I don't know yet." He
shook the sadness away and lit the remaining candles and removed a lighter,
salt and a large hunting knife from the bag, which now laid empty on the
floor.

"What do you mean? Is everything ok?  I thought you'd be stoked to know
that the Lich was in league with the Ironsides... Diz?" He was crying and
holding the knife. I started to get a little scared. "Desmond what's
wrong?"

"I have to... And I'm sorry..." He looked into my eyes. His beautiful green
orbs began to rain tears. They streamed down his face making small puddles
on the floor. "But I can't do it anymore. You need to go away..."

I got up from the chair and threw it to the ground between us. Desmond
stood up with the knife and stepped towards me, around the altar.

"I'm so sorry."

The figure of a nude boy flickered into the corner of my vision. He was
lanky and blonde... It was Lucas...?

"Desmond... What's going on?"

"Shut up." Lucas said to me, shifting directly in front of my face. Desmond
was blocked by the boy. "You fucking slut..." His voice was chill and
echoed. "He's mine you hear me?" I flew to the right against a wall,
pinned.

"Pul..." My mouth slammed shut, biting down on my lip hard enough to make
it bleed.

"I know your tricks. You don't think that Winnie didn't teach me the same
things? They'll drive you crazy you know." He flung his hand out from his
forehead, "Make you see things that aren't there. Make you think that you
can do the shit she can do. She's fucking using you man... She used me." He
held his arms out parallel to his body, "And look where it got me." Two
tiny holes in his neck began to bleed. "Eaten by a fucking vampire."

For the next few moments, all I remembered was pain. My neck was being
ripped apart and my vision whited out. When I saw again, Luke's hand was
out stretched towards me. It was my neck, it was bleeding, two sprays from
my jugular. I could feel the life draining from me as Luke smiled
sadistically.

"Diz..." I mouthed with no sound.

Lucas grabbed his chest in pain, sinking down to his knees. "AGH!" He
screamed. I dropped to the ground, released from his grip. He turned around
to look at Desmond.

"I loved you." Desmond said as he dropped the medallion into the burning
bowl. A few sprinkles of salt and Lucas shouted out in protest but
disintegrated into nothingness. A faint outline on my retina was all that
remained to Lucas, the remains of a brilliant flash of light.

Desmond ran to me and put his shirt to my neck. The wrong time to be turned
on, but his topless body got me hard... a terrible misuse of blood at this
point.

"You'll be fine..." he reassured me. "We'll be fine..." he corrected
himself. I sunk into him and passed out from blood loss.