|Changing Me into My Worst Enemy
Author: KlausCarolineLover PM
Eric/Jo - Happy BirthdayRated: Fiction K+ - English - Supernatural/Romance - Jo H. & Eric N. - Words: 589 - Published: 05-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8098490
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For my twenty-first birthday I was hoping for a new knife, to continue loving Eric, living in blissful ignorance (pretending I didn't know what kind of monster he was) but instead he gave me eternal life on a platter.
(hoping I would forsake my hunter ways and follow him into the darkness)
"Happy Birthday, my pet, and this thankfully will be your very last one until the end of days. I have bad track record of not turning those I love, and watching them grow and die, but I won't be making that mistake again."
His fangs came out as he thought of me, making me remember that first night when I was dressed in a slip of a dress and he couldn't hold those fangs despite how much he tried. He was ready to break all of his promises and turn me into the very monster I had once ended with my sharp blades.
(wondering if a hunter would be the one to put me down or would I get to live out my life as a killer?)
"Eric, I said that I didn't want this, not then, not now, not ever. Please, don't do this to me."
The panic began to set in when I saw that he was coming closer, figuring out that he had decided my fate the moment he dared utter those three words, but I was not about to go down without a fight.
(trying to figure out what the hell I had gotten myself in to)
"I'm doing this great sin for you, my love."
With his iron grip the chance of escape was ripped away, and I could only wait as he whispered words of forgiveness and love hoping I won't him loath until this world comes burning down.
(the waiting is the worst part, as his fangs run across my throat)
"Jo. I lo-"
Before he could seal my fate with those words so full of meaning, I was almost drowned in his blood as his handsome face was sent flying and the threat of his pearly white fangs disappeared.
(getting a mouth full of the blood that almost became my future)
Rubbing the shock and red from my eyes to see another hunter's grinning face, looking down at his conquest with that fresh kill joy, and seeing the very man that had chased me into the arms of the monsters.
(the one that had ripped out my heart before any creature had the chance)
The words of love die in throat as I look at only his head, ready to put on my hunter face and tell the lies about the monster that almost ended me.
(pretending that I did not share the dark love and becoming the perfect little actress)
"Dean? What the hell are you doing here?"
If it had been any other face but his, even Sammy's who had once haunted my dreams with those black eyes, I might have been more thankful for keeping me from the dark life.
"Saving your cute little ass, which I have to say, looks amazing in that dress, Jo. Now, can I have a thank you kiss?"
Rather than wasting my kisses on someone that would never come to appreciate them, instead I start the task of burning the remains of my lost lover wondering if he would be waiting for me on the other side.
"Try and get that kiss, Winchester and you'll only taste my fist."