The Soul Reaver

I was wandering into a forest. My first assignment as a hunter... Geez, how long has it been? This is the same forest I met Beth. That Adorably vampiric hippie aussie. She was... my first girlfriend, ironically enough. I saw my past self holding a crossbow with a drum attached to the bottom, along with seeing it dripping wet. Bathed in holy water, and absolutely devastating to anything that even resembles a vampire.

(OST)

“Where are you?” I heard myself whisper. Wow, I was such a noob back then...

“Aww, look at that. Someone’s looking for little ol’ me.”

I saw myself scowl, “Yeah, looking to impale you on a fucking tree you damn leech!”

Laughter echoed through the trees, “Are you making an analogy? I’m flattered...”

I rolled my eyes, “Flattery? More like an insult. Guess you’re too stupid to tell the difference. Must be all the iron in your diet.”

“Hmph... How rude, you should really try kindness, it would fit you better.”

“Says the bitch who gets off on draining people dry!”

“Nice retort from the man who wants to fuck me, but is too afraid to say it outright.”

“What do your fantasies have to do with this?”

“... Wow... I mean wow. Have you even talked to a woman before?”

“Oh yeah, plenty. Just not one that wants to drain a boner for blood.”

“I’m not that mean... I make sure they don’t mind first.”

I roll my eyes, “Oh, cause that makes everything better.” I stuck my hand into one of the pockets in my pants and was preparing to use a blessed grenade.

“Is my voice so good you can’t help but touch yourself? You dirty boy~.”

I smirked, “Oh yeah, cumming buckets here.”  I then threw the grenade at the source of the voice, “Have a free sample!”

“Why thank you.” Said the voice whispering in my ear...

Now at the time, my thoughts ran along as follows, “OMGWTFHAX!” However, my response was entirely different. It was this.

“Fuck me sideways...” I groaned to myself as I felt her press against me.

“With pleasure~”

“Not fucking likely.” I then brought out a knife hidden in sleeve and stabbed her in the thigh. Thankfully, it was a Hawthorne dagger!

Let me describe what she looked like, she was a couple years younger than past me and had black hair reaching down past her shoulders. Her bright purple eyes glaring at me.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” She screamed as she ripped it out with a sleeve covered hand.

I smirked as I kicked her away, “Come on! Where’s the smartass remarks? Where’s the flirts?” I leveled my crossbow to her head, “Adios bitch.”

She kicked my feet from underneath me and smashed her foot down on my leg, “They left the building when you stabbed me!”

I applied pressure into the heel of my shoe and it produced another hawthorn knife. I kicked her in the ankle, severing a tendon, “Next time don’t munch on innocent bystanders.”

“Pardon moi?” She hopped away on one foot, “But I prefer to ask before eating!”

I reach into my coat and pull out a newspaper, “Says here that citizens that come into this forest are found drained dry of their blood. You’re the only vampire in the area bitch.”

She blinked, “Um... I only sip, the blood always goes to my thighs.”

My past self looked and was... fascinated, so to speak, “You don’t say? I MEAN UH...” I saw that he blushed a healthy dose.

Give me break, I was a young healthy teenager at the time, and the only contact with women that I had was with other hunters. Doesn't exactly help that they can sometimes be... provocative.

She struck a pose, “Like what you see?”

You know what? I’ll just call myself past-dean to save some trouble. Past-Dean shook his head rapidly, “That’s not the point dammit! I’m here to gank a vampire killing innocent people! You... you’re the only one here!” He finished weakly as he leveled the crossbow to her.

“Newsflash, I. Don’t. KILL!”

“And I’m supposed to take your word for it? I’m supposed to believe you on your word alone?” I saw Past-Dean getting frustrated.

“Well besides the fact I’m not trying to eat you right now, or kill you so you don’t do anything. I’d say yes, you bloody wanker.”

I glared at the vampire with a deadpan, “Wanker? Really? That’s just uncalled for.” Past-Dean turned serious, “Do you have any proof? Can you tell me about any other vampires in the area?” I sounded like a damn cop...

She paled, “How ‘bout the one behind you?”

I felt a presence behind me, making me go deadpan again, “Fuck.” I say simply.

She was glaring at whatever was behind me, “Go away, he belongs to me.”

“WHOAWHOAWHOA!!! I don’t belong to anyone!” Past-Dean exclaimed.

She stared blankly, “Dumbass...”

    I felt something kick me in the shoulder, sending me face first into a tree.

“RIGHT IN THE FUCKING NOSE!” Past-Dean exclaimed as blood gushed out of his nose. He then pulled out a blessed pistol and fired it at the other vampire.

It fell to the ground like a rag doll, and the girl grabbed the first dagger with her sleeve and stabbed it in the chest. It screamed as it’s body slowly turned into embers.

Past-Dean stared at the scene blankly, before making a remark, “This is incredibly ironic...”

“Just be quiet...” She sat down, “I need a second.”

At the time, I kind of felt bad. I didn’t know what she was going through, but I nearly killed an innocent. That much was enough to get me to rethink my approach on monster hunting in general. Past-Dean sat next to her and was quiet for the most part, before he said something.

"Was that your first kill?”

She stared at me deadpan, “No, I kill my own kind every day!”

I glared at her, “Don’t snap at me. I’m trying to be nice.”

“Sorry.” She leaned against me, “My leg is going to hurt in the morning.”

Past-Dean sighed until he grabbed the collar of his coat and moved it, revealing his neck, “Go ahead.”

She stared before moving closer, “Thank you...” She carefully bit my neck. I didn’t feel as bad as I thought it would. Kind of like a hickey.

She pulled away and had a bit of blood on her lower lip, “That... That was possibly the best tasting blood I’ve ever had.”

Past-Dean blushed as he rubbed the back of his head, “Thanks I guess...”

She hugged me, “You’re welcome.”

At the time, I don’t know what I was thinking. She needed help, she saved my life, I figured it was the least I could do. I lifted her bridal style, “Alright, that’s it. I’m helping you.”

She looked at me with a strange look in her eyes, “Oh how kind and brave of you~”

“S-Shut up...”

She leaned up and kissed me, “No...”

Past-Dean gulped before he rushed outside of the forest, “WELL LETS HURRY! NEED TO GET YA PATCHED UP AND ALL THAT!” Past-Dean exclaimed as he quickly opened the car door and gently put her in the back seat and drove away.

“Aww... I wanted to be up there.” Past-Dean shook his head as his blush got brighter. For half an hour, we drove until we came across a hotel. He helped the vampire girl up and carried her in. He used the elevator and went up to the penthouse suite.

In the room, Past-Dean was applying a splint to the vampires ankle.

“I’m... sorry.” He said with guilt in his voice.

She smiled, “It’s okay, you didn’t know. At least you made up for it.”

Past-Dean shook his head, “That doesn’t excuse what I did. Now that I think about it, I never did get your name.”

She giggled, “It’s Beth... And I never got yours.”

At the time, I was really hesitant to give my name. That’s like painting a giant target on my back while screaming, “COME FUCK ME!” But, I still gave her my name.

“Dean... Dean Marcelo.”

She gasped, “Oh... Anthony Marcelo’s son.”

Past-Dean sighed, “Yeah, the guy who slayed a hundred vampires single handedly while also killing at least twenty inner circle demons. No need to remind me.”  He sat down, “It’s way too much pressure to live up to that name...”

She hobbled over and hugged him, “It’s not about matching a past legend, it’s making your own.”

Past-Dean stared at her, “Why are you so nice to me? Why are you being so... flirty with me? I’m the guy who was trying kill you! Not only that, I’m a Marcelo! You should hate me!”

“Why would I hate you? You may be a Marcelo... But you’re no older than me.”

“Because.... Because...” Past-Dean couldn’t think of anything to say.

“And the reason I’m being flirty...” She kissed him again, “You’re just so cute when you're flustered.”

“I’m not cute dammit...” Past-Dean blushed as he looked away.

“Yes you are.” She kissed him again.

He jumped up and carried her to the bed, “ WELL ANYWAY!” He cleared his throat, calming himself down, “Anyway... Here’s the bed. I’ll just... sleep on the couch.”

“Oh?” She grabbed his coat and pulled him onto the bed, “I don’t mind...”

“I-I-I-I But-”

She kissed him for a few seconds before she pulled away panting, “Care to join me?”

“I... fine.” Past-Dean said.

“See... You are cute.”

“Shut up...”

It was a few weeks after that encounter that we kind of... cemented our relationship. Sure there was bad days, but it was vastly outweighed by the good days. However, there was the day she wanted to meet my mother....

“Y-Y-you what!?!” Past-Dean exclaimed in shock.

Beth sighed, “I just want to meet your mom...”

Past-Dean was frantic, “But she’s the one who taught me everything I know! She’d kill you as soon as she saw you! Then she’d kill me!”

She growled, “I’d rather have her know the truth now instead of learning of it later from someone else.”

The truth in her words stung slightly. I knew she was right, but I was worried for her. I didn’t want her gone, she was too important to me, “Alright... I’ll find a way to get us to my old home.”

She smiled, “Thank you!” She jumped forward and hugged him, “I’ll be on my best behavior!”

Past-Dean rolled his eyes, “That’s what worries me.”

“Would you rather have me be incredibly rude to her?”

This was one of the rare moments I was... forward, so to speak. Past-Dean had a sensual look in his eyes, “I’d have to discipline you ...”

She purred, “Oh? I’ve been a very bad girl~”

Past-Deans grin grew, “Well, I’m going to have to change that.”

   It was a few days after that, that I finally got a day picked out. Prior to that, I had warned my mother of Beth’s.... nature. She surprisingly enough was very understanding. It just might go over better than I thought!

It was the middle of the night when we were driving up to the front door of the manner. Past-Dean looked around at the scenery, observing the large gate and hedges and sighed, “Yup... still as extravagant as ever.”

Beth sighed, “I think it looks nice.”

Dean laughed as he poked her in the side, “Says you nature girl. I had to grow up with it.”

“I don’t exactly love nature... It’s more of a hobby.”

Past-Dean rolled his eyes, “Doesn’t matter. You’re still my nature girl.”

“And you’re still my hunter boy~”

We shared a quick kiss before we pulled up to the front door. Past-Dean got out and sighed shakily, “Geez... never thought I would do this.”

“There’s a first for everything...”

Past-Dean chuckled, “Yeah. I guess there is. You’re my first for.... everything, really.”

“Same here.” She motioned to the door, “Shall we?”

Past-Dean shook his head, “I guess....” They both moved to the door, and Past-Dean gave a series of knocks that were in a pattern. The door opened to reveal a well toned woman with short black hair. She stood at a solid 5’7” and towered over Beth easily. She wore a simple purple shirt and blue jeans and instantly smiled at Past-Dean.

“You made it! How’ve you been hun?” She asks as she hugs Past-Dean.

“Hey ma’. I’ve been good.”

She turned to Beth and somewhat tensed, “I take it this is Beth?”

She nodded, “A pleasure...”

She gestured for them to come in, “Come on, don’t be shy! Beth, I have some blood packs set out for you, so don’t worry about food. And Dean, I made your favorite, Shrimp Linguini!” Past-Dean’s face brightened, as they both walked in.

“You have a very lovely home Ms. Marcelo.”

“Oh why thank you! Dean, could you go and set the table? I need to talk to Beth.” Past-Dean nodded and left.

Past-Deans mother turned to her and gestured towards a single blood pack, “Would you like some O-?”

“I’m fine, but thank you.”

Her gaze hardened, “Oh but I insist. I’ve heard it’s quite good.”

“If you insist.” She picked up the blood pack and took a small sip, “Hmm.”

She instantly froze as her body refused to move. Past-Deans mother then turned serious, “Now don’t worry. It’s just puffer fish poison. You can’t move, but you feel everything.”

“Hmm!?”

She glared at her, “Now I’m only going to say this once. If you hurt my boy in any way possible...” She got in her face and whispered, “I’ll toss you into the sun and watch you burn like a christmas roast.”

“Yshh mamm.”

Past-Deans mother smiled, “Good. Now, I do like you. You’ve put a light in Dean that I haven’t seen since his father died. I’m happy for him, and for you. The poison should wear off in three... two... now.”

Beth stretched her muscles and looked at Past-Deans mother, “Trust me when I say this. I would rather eat garlic bread from a hawthorne plate and down it with holy water then hurt Dean.”

Past-Dean’s mother smiled, “Good. Now, come on, that was the only pack I spiked. The rest is perfectly fine.”

“Thank you... Ash does not taste good.”

Past-Dean’s mother laughed, “Trust me, you’re not the first vampire in this house. I’m actually in the middle of negotiations with a clan leader at the moment, so I need to be... hospitable.”

Beth grimaced, “Oh...”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t get along with other vampires that much.”

Past-Dean’s mother nodded grimly, “I understand. The clans can be fairly stuck-up. It’s wouldn’t be the first time that I wanted to shove a blessed bullet into their head.”

“Well I hear they handle things differently in the States than they do in Australia.”

They both discussed the different ways the vampire clans ran themselves for the most part, and at the time I was happy they were getting along. I didn’t mind remaining silent for their conversation, just glad that I dodged a bullet and gained My moms approval of Beth. Later, the suns was rising and Beth needed a room. My mom, being a complete perv, suggested my room since the sun didn’t rise in the direction it was facing and had no windows.

“I swear, I think she’s doing this on purpose...” Past-Dean mumbled as they rose to the second floor.

“Stop being so paranoid.”

“I can’t help it! You don’t know her like I do!”

Beth sighed, “She’s just being nice.”

“Fine, fine...”

Past-Dean opened the door to reveal a somewhat large room with various inventions splayed across a desk in a corner and weaponry in the closet along with clothes. On the walls were various posters of old rock bands.

“Welcome to my cave of solitude.” Past-Dean said sarcastically.

“I like it... Seems roomy.”

Past-Dean grinned before lifting Beth off of the ground, “Well, it does have its uses.”

“OH!” She wrapped her arms around him, “Care to show me a couple?”

Past-Dean tossed her onto the bed and jumped on top of her, “Sure, why not?”

I loved her... I still do I guess. She understood me, she was there for me. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. It was at least a year that we were together, and one day, she was kidnapped by a hunter with a grudge against vampires. I was able to save her in time, but the guilt I felt for dragging her into my type of life was unforgivable to me.

I ended it.

I shed many tears that night. I hated myself. I hated the world. I especially hated my job.

The break-up was... a bit heated. She kept asking me why... I simply said that I couldn’t bear to see her hurt because of me. She didn’t buy it, but she understood what I was trying to do. She was angry with me. Very angry.

But not once did she say that she hated me. She said she still loved me, and will be there when I was ready to see her again.

However... I never went to her. I, to this day, blame myself.

I regret ever doing so...

I woke up with a gasp. I looked around the area I was given on the train, seeing that we were still moving and it was well into the night.

I felt a single tear travel down my face, before I began to fully sob.

If I could, I would say that I was sorry. But now I’ll never see her again.

This new life... is my way to redeem myself for all of my past wrongs. My way to show that even a soul like mine can be redeemed.

It’s a long road. But I’ll make it to the end.

I always do.

On top of the train, Death and Louis stood. Death sighed, “Love... it truly can be a blessing and a curse.”

Louis had no response, “I’ve seen many forms of lust, but it’s rather uncommon to see such a form of love.” He chuckled, “I never figured Dean for a romantic though.”

Death stared at Louis, “Many of my wraiths have more to them than you think Louis. You of all people should know, since you’ve finally earned leniency from father.”

Louis sighed, “I do not regret refusing to bow to humans. I do see what they’re capable of, as was evident in the Hito-shura and Minato.”

“Yes. Humans do have a tendency to surprise even the most powerful of beings.”

“Like Deans father? I was surprised he managed to defeat twenty inner circle demons. Those are my most powerful creations!” Louis laughed.

“Even great power is nothing to a humans will.”Death smiled

Louis frowned, “But will it be enough for him?”

Death turned grim, “We’ll have to wait and see.”

The future is often uncertain.  It’s up to us to make it favorable to ourselves. Only humanity can decide its own fate. That is the great gift of Free will. That, is what separates humanity from the beast.