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Layla Rourke // Darla (mysterious_ways) wrote in dust_till_dawn,
@ 2008-01-08 14:47:00

when the darkness surrounds me I will make my own light
What: Layla wakes up in the funeral home and finds herself tied up.
When: At the end of this.
Open: Dru, Dean, Sam and Jo
Status: In Progress

Everything was a blur at first, the light from an overhead light blinding her, streaking through squinted eyes as Layla tried to adjust to just what was going on. The floor she was on felt cold through her jeans, and the blur of movement swaying in the background wasn't really giving her any sort of vote of confidence that she was actually someplace safe. It felt like since she'd woken up in that hotel room her entire life had been turned inside out, and considering how her life had been up until that point it definitely did not feel just at all. Trying to shift into a more comfortable situation she could feel her hands bound at her back the rope digging into her wrist a bit as she tried to loosen it.

The tsking of a tongue against teeth came loudly from across the room and Layla shook her head trying to refocus her vision that still felt a bit hazy, "The hell'd you do to me?"

"Shhh... grandmummy... it's going to be alright... you'll see. We'll be a family again, my Sweet William, Angelus and his wicked tongue and then you, returned to your glory once more by me."

Layla shook her head again, trying to loosen the ropes at her wrists once more without avail. The girl was obviously unbalanced, and Layla had no clue what the hell she was talking about. She didn't know her... or any of those names, or any of it really, "You're insane!"

Laughing a bit Layla finally could see the girl swaying before her, eyes dark surrounded by a cascade of darker hair, she had a haunted look about her and she couldn't help but laugh, "Seriously, you're... just nuts if you think that I'm your grandmother." As she tried to get the woman to leave, or go off onto some other discussion just to spare herself the attention her fingernails tried to pick at the antennae to the cell in her pocket. If she could just tug it free she could maybe make a call out. Knowing Dean he had been trying to call her and it could just return the last call missed.

Her nail kept slipping around the end of the antennae though, and the woman was still gibbering on about something or another. Trying to focus on both her efforts and distracting the woman Layla nodded, "I don't know who you think I am lady, but I'm not that person."

"You shouldn't be talking back to me! Shame on you. Little minx trying to get me upset since you know how much more fun it is to be all.... grrrrr!

Rolling her eyes she nearly shouted in exclamation when her fingers finally produced the cell phone out of her pocket into the palm of her hand. It was easy to flip the phone open and feel around for the send button which she did, three times knowing that once was to make sure it was active and the second to get the name up for calls and the third to send the call out. Of course she had to leave it behind her and couldn't actually hear anything... or talk to anyone but she was sure that it had gone through, and now all she had to do was hope that watching CSI all those nights with her mom would actually have some bearing on her own life.

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ohgodkillme_now
2008-01-14 08:24 pm UTC (link)

The GPS thankfully didn't take too long to pinpoint the location to, and Dean was racing down the flight of stairs to the Impala. He'd worry about Jo, and Sam and anything else once he made sure that Layla was safe. For all he knew the whole deal was connected. Sure as hell he knew that at the very least her just dropping into the middle of a city in the midst of some hell or highwater wasn't just nothing.

Thankfully Jo and Sam were right behind him as he made it to the Impala in the lot. She started on the first try, purring into a low rumble as he pulled out into the street and followed the somewhat discernible direction that the GPS had given them. It wasn't too much of a drive, maybe thirty minutes and they were pulling up into the parking lot of a funeral home.

"Huh... that. Well can I just say it's not looking good?" Slamming the Impala door he tried to listen to the phone call, but it was still just scuffling sounds and a distant voice he couldn't make out as Layla's or someone elses.

He wasn't really a fan of this and he put his hand behind his jacket, letting his fingers curve around the gun he had tucked into the back of his pants... just in case.

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bitch_not_jerk
2008-01-14 08:49 pm UTC (link)

Sam snorted softly, but refrained from the wisecrack he wanted to make about that being the understatement of the year. Granted, as long as that phone call had been made, it wasn't likely that Layla was ready to make use of this kind of location just yet...but he understood Dean's concern. More importantly, he understood Dean's feelings about Layla...even if he didn't.

Ducking out of the car, Sam reached for his own weapon, drawing a gun from the small of his back and checking the safety, as well as the clip. He usually carried a scattered mixture of standard and silver rounds...one never knew what one might come upon. Still, he had a sudden and nagging desire for his shotgun as well...not knowing what they were about to walk into or what they might face left him with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Satisfied he had enough of both types of ammo, Sam kept his gun down and prayed Jo stayed close on their heels as he jogged around the car to Dean's side, catching his arm as he stalked purposefully towards the funeral home. "Easy, Dean...wait up."

Pausing for only an instant, he glanced back at Jo. "Are you packing?" he asked quietly. "Something tells me a knife alone won't cut it in here."

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huntersdaughter
2008-01-14 09:15 pm UTC (link)

She'd been listening to the call the whole drive over, pressing her finger to her other ear trying to drown out the other noises and see if she could focus on something other than the scuffle of feet. The drive took longer than she had thought but when they arrived she was already dreading it. This wasn't looking to be a good option. Too many rooms with no windows, only one way out... and the morgue was always pretty dangerous. All the instruments... air tight doors... Jo knew better than to ever get trapped in a spot like they were about to walk into.

Getting out of the car she handed Dean the phone at his insistence and she followed as the two of them toward the front of the building. Dean was already gun raised, Sam was too and she wasn't really sure that was the smartest approach. Still she was following the Winchesters and probably it was as good a plan as any.

When he glanced to her she grinned, "Sam? You both have guns and we don't even know what's going on. You just might be over reacting, and besides..." Jo reached behind her and pulled out a SIG SP2022, and cocked it, "I'm fine."

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bitch_not_jerk
2008-01-14 09:27 pm UTC (link)

Watching as Jo pulled out her gun, Sam felt himself smiling a little without meaning to. It didn't surprise him that she was packing...and aside from being reassuring, knowing she was ready to handle herself...the way she so blithely assuaged his concern just...made him want to smile without really knowing why.

"Just checking." he replied, his smile growing a bit before he beckoned her forward again without really needing to, following Dean up to the funeral home as he spoke to her in low tones. "Anyway, it's just a precaution. Better armed for no reason than 'naked' and dead."

Coming up behind Dean as he reached the building before them, he waited while his brother tried the door. "You got it? Or do we need to pick it?" he whispered.

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ohgodkillme_now
2008-01-14 09:47 pm UTC (link)

He barely even let certain things register, the hunt... the mission all of it always tended to cloud the rest of his world up a bit around the edges. It was dangerous of him to let it get to him like that, he knew it... tasted that bloodlust a bit too much before and he hated that he let it get to him that easily, but when they messed with people he cared about, it didn't matter.

He got up to the door and tested it, heavy wood and it wasn't going to be easy with it being open, of course not. He heard Sam behind him and glanced quickly to his brother before backing up a few feet and firing a few rounds into the door enough to blister the wood and get his foot to kick the rest through. His hand reached in and twisted the lock, "Yeah I got it," he replied in a smart ass tone.

He was pretty sure it didn't matter the gunfire wouldn't attract much of anyone these parts, everyone had pretty much left or was already too aware of the gunfire to think different of it. Shaking it off he kicked the door in once it was unlocked and made his way down the hallway. Whoever it was that had Layla didn't seem to be making much fuss over the gunfire that was for sure. No one up front, no backup checking entries... it was pretty amateur.

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bitch_not_jerk
2008-01-14 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Sam blanched when Dean shot the door open, narrowing his eyes with a sigh as he glanced back at Jo and nodded to her, following Dean into the funeral home with her at his back. What they found as they moved deeper into the building was a whole lot of nothing...and Sam didn't like it.

"Dean...this doesn't make any sense." Sam murmured, shaking his head as he carefully checked a corner. "I mean...if someone's holding Layla here against her will, shouldn't there be more in the way of a lookout, at least?"

And that was to say nothing of the strange feeling he had...it wasn't another vision, and it wasn't anything unnatural...at least he didn't *think* so...but something was *wrong.* It was a cold lump in the pit of his stomach, a feeling deep down in his bones that there was something in this situation...in this place that was disturbingly, eerily not right.

Instinctively, Sam moved his weapon a little higher, holding it at the ready instead of safely pointed at the ground. "I don't like this...Dean, I do *not* like this."

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huntersdaughter
2008-01-14 10:45 pm UTC (link)

At least she hadn't been the one blowing holes in the doors, Dean was already leading the charge through halls a bit too haphazardly for her taste. She wasn't one to complain though, and she also was trying to strain to hear anything the guys couldn't. Each door they passed she did a check of just in case she could see something they couldn't. One of those look behind the milk approaches that seemed to kill a guys keen sense of sight.

Still Sam was right, this wasn't right... it was actually a lot creepier than she thought it would be too. All too quiet, all too simple... and nothing really made sense.

Then she thought she heard laughter, "Hold on." Her voice cut across the hall in a hoarse whisper as she strained to listen, "Do you hear that? It's... laughter?"

The boys stopped and Jo shut her eyes trying to pinpoint the sound because it wasn't coming from ahead... it was coming from... the one spot she knew sound could echo enough to reach up here.

"We have to find where they keep the bodies."

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bitch_not_jerk
2008-01-14 11:03 pm UTC (link)

Sam stilled at the sound of Jo's voice...and only then did he hear what she was talking about. It was distant and strangely innocent...but the voice was clearly adult, making it downright freaky sounding. What's more, the voice was clearly female.

When she said exactly what he was thinking, Sam felt oddly comforted, even as he nodded. "It sounds like it's drifting, so it's gotta be coming from below...basement morgue, they probably store and prep the bodies there."

He paused, glancing back at Jo, then over at Dean with a raised eyebrow. "Going down, I guess?"

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mysterious_ways
2008-01-14 11:13 pm UTC (link)

Her head was killing her and the phone had slipped from her grasp a bit ago, and she wasn't even sure if it had made the call through. So she just sat there tethered to the support beam hoping that someone was going to come for her. Then she heard the gunshots and she was pretty sure that the calvary was on its way. The woman, dark and mysterious was still dancing around barely even noticing the noise coming from upstairs.

"Little princess... dark... oh the darkness comes and they'll all come... all of them let loose and free."

"Lady, you're crazy."

That set her off apparently as she swayed her way toward Layla and crouched at her feet ice cold fingers pinching at her cheeks and chin tipping her head upright to meet those cold nearly black dead eyes.

Clicking her tongue at Layla the woman just seemed so upset with something... or someone and Layla just wanted to stall her or call out to those that were coming for her, but instead she just sat still hoping they'd find her in time.

Then the woman stood up and just laughed, it was a loud laugh almost childlike too as she let her hands clutch to her stomach as if she had something brewing inside of her.

"Hell on earth and all the cakes you can eat, and GranMummy will be back and she'll find her way back to us, yes you will. You're just confused... lost little girl, and I'll help you back... I always help you back."

Layla narrowed her eyes at the woman, "You touch me again and I'll bite your fingers off."

"No! Bad GranMummy! Fingers and toes need to press into dirt and eye sockets, not mouths and against teeth."

All Layla could think was that they better come quick.

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ohgodkillme_now
2008-01-14 11:35 pm UTC (link)

When Jo asked them to stop he almost didn't even hear her, but he let it sink through to him and he stopped trying to hear whatever she was listening for and then he heard it. Clear as day a woman with one hell of a psychotic laugh going. Shaking his head he tried to clear the rest of the sound from it and locate it but Jo was already a step ahead and it seemed they were headed to the basement and that was fine. Glancing around he spotted the directional sign and headed down the hallway until he found the elevator and stairs. No way in hell he was taking the elevator so he pressed the doorway open and glanced down the flight as best he could.

It was damn weird that no one was charging to see who the hell was busting in on them. Still he kept his gun raised, finger along the barrel just so he didn't act on instinct too much.

Still this was too simple, too damn easy and he was just really hoping a fucking army wasn't waiting on the other side of the door, or some Siren singing some white noise that'd bring them to their knees... well good thing Jo was there at least.

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bitch_not_jerk
2008-01-15 12:07 am UTC (link)

As they moved towards the stairs, Sam drew up alongside Dean, with Jo still behind them. He wasn't sure how much she was enjoying the position, or would be later...but he wasn't too concerned with it. He felt better having her at his back...and he felt a lot better being in a position to look out for her.

As Dean moved to cover the door, Sam reached out slowly to lay his hand on the knob. Glancing up, he met Dean's gaze and felt the two of them take over...synchronicity, too many years in the line of fire that had put them on a frequency all their own when the time came to suit up and get their hands dirty.

Nodding to Dean silently, he turned the knob and shoved the door open hard, holding it back by leaning his back against the door so Dean could move ahead and cover whatever might be coming. This put Sam right at his back, weapon leveled at the space before them, ready to cover his brother if needed.

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ohgodkillme_now
2008-01-16 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Dean moved through the door aim pointed out at whatever was going to be there, but all he saw was one woman. One woman dark hair, pale skin in a red velvet gown swaying with her arms up above her head as if she was in a trance.

"The hell?"

"Dean??"

Dean heard Layla call out to him and he gestured for Jo to move ahead and help her out of the ties. She moved quickly and was untying her still trying to keep an eye on the situation.

"Hey." Dean called out to the woman, "Hey... nutcase!" Was the second attempt and finally she dropped her sight from the ceiling and stared at Dean, fingers pointing at him in a weird crook of the old 'got my eyes on you' gesture.

"Daddy's far far away... they like to play with him... like to pull and tear at him. All those wicked things... all of them they hate him... hate what he did. No picnic. No tea party. Just wicked games... they want him to tell them how to get free... John..."

Dean flinched, it was involuntary but when some bent chick starts muttering about his dad he's going to react. His gun drops for a split second before he raises it up to the woman, who's still swaying closer and closer to him, "You should quit while you're ahead lady. Stop moving right now or I'll blow a hole in you."

Then she laughed at him, which well wasn't too shocking but as her features distorted and her fangs dropped he shook his head, "Fuck. Sammy! Vamp!"

"Wicked things thinking you can take my GrandMummy from me!! She'll be Darla again... she can't leave me alone again!! My family, my sweet family aches to be one again and I'll make her my family again!"

"ANYDAY NOW SAMMY!!" Dean shot a few rounds into her watching her flinch backward in reaction but she wasn't going to be held off by that.

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bitch_not_jerk
2008-01-16 10:05 pm UTC (link)

As they entered the room and saw the woman, Sam moved to cover Jo and Dean, slowly circling behind the dark haired stranger as Jo went behind him to where Layla was still bound. Watching the strange way she shifted and swayed was almost hypnotic, in a disturbing sort of way...

But the second she mentioned Dad's name, he was back on his toes again...and all bets were off.

"Fuck. Sammy! Vamp!"

As Dean cried out, a sound touched Sam's ears that he couldn't process at first...it took him a full two seconds to realize that it was the sound of an animal, a monster's hungry growl rolling through the enclosed space.

And it was coming from the waif in front of him.

Sam quickly ducked and moved to the right as Dean took aim and fired at the woman, the ricochet of the bullets painfully loud in his ears. Raising his weapon, he got off two more shots of his own, wishing to God they had some dead man's blood available.

Holstering his gun as quickly as he could, Sam instead drew the large knife that was sheathed against his calf and stood, surging up behind the woman to drive the blade deep into her back as he shouted to Jo. "JO, GET HER OUT OF HERE!!!"

It wouldn't stop or kill her if the blade found its mark...but it would buy a few more seconds while the vampire recovered and turned her attention on something other than Layla.

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