Live and Let Die (Dean Winchester)

[bonesliz]

Location: Pete's Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 1:45 am
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Elizabeth's eyes flashed to the knife for a moment. Growing a bit darker in anger. So nothing had changed in the Winchester family after all these years. They still simply judged based on past information. A vampire was still an individual, not some mindless monster; some sort of blood sucking zombie. Of course there were some who where like that and some were complete monsters who enjoyed the power being a vampire brought. But this wasn't who Elizabeth was. She had never asked to be this thing she had been turned into.

He asked. He had the nerve to ask about now about Michael. Okay so he really asked about the whole generation thing, but to Lizzy it was about Michael. In a way, a very big way, she had loved him more than her first husband. Or maybe it was simply because it was fesher in her heart and mind. "You don't know? Well I suppose there are somethings that get lost over the years." She took a Deep calming breath and sat back down on the bar stool. Perhaps she should tell him a bit more about herself before completely, although figuratively, taking his head off. Lizzy glanced around the bar, giving the bartender a look that said he wouldn't be needed for awhile.

"I'm going to tell you a few stories if you'll let me. And put that knife away if you please. I do not want t have to pay to have the mess cleaned up." She waited calmly for him to make a decision. She really wasn't in the mood for a fight if she could avoid one, she clearly wasn't dressed for one either. She smoothed down her hair as she waited, feeling a bit of a mess after her rather emotional outburst. She usually tried to keep herself completely composed in public, but if the drained bodies scattered around the state since her return was any proof, she'd been finding it a tad difficult since coking back to a place with so much memory. She's looked at Dean, waiting; the ball was in his court now to attack, leave, or listen.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 339
Notes: Hehe so non confrontational lol. Anyway, ball's in his court
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean could tell that this bitch was mad about something, it seemed as though one of Dean’s ancestors must have stuck it to her where it hurts. Good they must have had good reason doing what they did, because the look she had right now in her eyes must mean she is a monster. Dean didn’t blame anyone in his family that tired to put her down, it seems as though she needed to be. Which must be the reason she was so upset about her family and why they were dead. She was about to join them to if she didn’t ease up on Dean, he wasn’t going to tell any hell from a vampire. They were the one kind of monster he hated dealing with, so she was dumb to mess with Dean.

“Yeah why don’t you fill me in and tell me why you hate me so fucking much, it might help you know!“ He said almost yelling at her, It seemed as though she was staring to realize that Dean had no idea what was going on here, all he knew was someone in his family had pissed her off. He notice her taking a seat at the bar, it seemed as though she was going to explain it to him. Dean stood there really to hear what she had to say, but it still didn’t change the fact he had his guard up, she wouldn’t try anything here in this bar. All though she be lucky if Dean lets her walk out alive.

“Go head and tell me some stories but I’m still keeping my knife close, don’t worry if I make a mess you wont have to pay for it I will. I mean how can you if you are dead.” He said to her with a smile. Dean sat down waiting to here her story, waiting to hear her reason for wanting him dead.

Word Count-321
Tagged- Elizabeth
Outfit- Click To See Dean's Outfit
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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete's Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 1:45 am
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Lizzy cleared her throat and gave her lace shrug a gentle tug as if warding off a chill that had suddenly come up. She had this one chance to make some format of impression on Dean that wouldn't lead to a fight. Sure she had spilled hunter blood before, even turned one once before watching him succumb to the rising sun that brought the cleansing yet destructive light that was a plague to most vampires. But she was far older now and much less willing to fight than she had been. Fighting could really drain a person of energy, vampire or mortal. "I do suppose that is only fair and natural," she said in comment to him not putting the knife away. Lizzy highly doubted he could best her if it came to a fight, by she hoped that at the worst they could at least both leave this bar and night alive and unscathed.

"It can be a rather long story. Please feel free to order whatever you need, it shall go on my tab." Why was she being so damn nice to a man who still had a knife drawn on her. Perhaps she was feeling slightly guilty about deceiving him? Perhaps she really wanted to make a positive impression? Or perhaps she was just being courtly, how her mother raised her all those centuries ago. She would tell him the first bit, highlighting on Tue key points and lighting over other things.

"I was born a princess of Scotland; the younger twin of the crown prince to be exact. That was, oh just a few years short of seven hundred years ago. I was fifteen when I was married off to an English Lord to try and stabilize the relationship between the two kingdoms. I did end up falling very deeply in over with my first husband and by the time I was about twenty-four, I had bore him two children, a son and a daughter. Their names where James and Catherine."

Elizabeth paused here for a moment, collecting herself. This was the point in the story where her lovely little life had begun to unravel. If only her brother's head had been more focused on learning how to run a country and lead her people than on the local girls and how easily he could get them into bed and how fast he could empty the treasury.

"It was just when everything in my life was perfect that it all began to fall apart. It started when. A messenger arrived at my husband's estate with a letter that my brother had been killed while out on a hunting trip. I could not make the funural, so I visited his grave a few days after. It was there, on the Lord's hallowed ground that I was turned by the same vampire as my brother. I...don't remember anything until...until days later. By then the damage had been done, my husband and children all dead and by my hand. Most wont believe that a vampire can feel strong emotions like sadness, but for years I was devistated to the point of ending my life, but that is a sin in the eyes of God, even if I myself am not a transgression myself," she said, her voice losing some of its smoothness and becoming slightly choppy as her eyes welled with tears.

She looked up at Dean, having found that her eyes had wondered to her hands as she had spoken. "That is the first half of my story besides moving around a great deal until coming to America right after the Revolutionary War. Do you still think me a mindless monster bent on missery and mayhem like your ancestors? Or perhaps you could see what humanity I've managed to retain in myself. Or should I continue? You should know I never wanted this. I would have been perfectly...no, more than perfectly content to die after having lived a fulfilly but natural life."

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 665
Notes: Dang that sounds all fake and sappy lol. Also broke up the story cause I didn't want it to be super long.
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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This template was made for Elizabeth Bruce by BONES @ Broken Pieces

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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He watched as she put her knife away before telling the story, he hoped that she didn’t want the same from him. Dean wasn’t put his away and take a chance of a old ass vampire killing his ass. He really didn’t feel like dying tonight, all thought it wouldn’t be the first time Dean has bit the dust and he is sure it wasn’t his last. Dean should be a pro the next time it happens, he is sure to that he will just come back like times before as well. It seems like the Angels are always needing him here for something, the day they don’t need him is the day he is dead for good. Which he still wondering when that time will come, if ever. But he knows one thing for sure, it wont be today so this vampire better keep on dreaming if she though she was taking down Dean Winchester.

He still didn’t get why she was still was trying to be nice, offering him more drinks. But he didn’t need anymore he was buzzed enough, right now he needed to focus on not getting killed by some fucking vamper. “I’m good on the drinks why don’t you just tell me why the hell you have a problem with me. That’s really all I give a damn about.” He said in a serous like tone.

She went on telling her story how she had a husband and kids, which sounded like a pretty nice life. One that anyone would want to have, but it still all didn’t make sense to the hunter. He really didn’t get what this had to do with him, or why she still had a death wish out for him. “Look I still don’t get what this has to do with me, I mean it sounds like you are the one that went crazy. You killed your family not me, and it doesn’t sound like any of my ancestors did.” He said sounding confused“ I really hope there is more to this story is there? Where do I come into all this?” Dean waited for her to tell him why she was so mad with him, he knew there had to be a reason to why she felt so strongly like this. Plus It did seem like she stopped in mid story.

Word Count-400
Tagged- Elizabeth
Outfit- Click To See Dean's Outfit
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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete's Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 1:45 am
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Elizabeth cleared her throat. He was right, she had neglected to actually get to the point. It was a good thing he had stated as much or she might have continued on in the time line, just telling him her entire life story, and that wasn't short by any means. "Yesof course. You are right I haven't gotten to the actual point. Forgive me, I felt I should establish a bit about myself before I told you the story concerning your family."

She thought for a moment, not only to collect her thoughts but also to evaluate Dean again. He hadn't simply attacked her after finding out what she was, he had simply gone on the defensive. It was also clear that this story had not been passed down and changed, as so often happens with stories into Liz being the aggressor and murdering the wife causing the husband to go after her and Micheal. Perhaps she should also fallow the mortals example and at least forgive, especially since she was after all trying to prove to Dean at the moment that not all vampires were out for blood and death.

"I'll try to keep this short. There are some who believe that once someone becomes a vampire they lose the ability to love and for some vampires that might be true. But right before the American Civil War, that turned out not to be true for me. I met a naval captain who captured my heart and made me feel like I was alive again not just living from husband to husband. I turned him at his request and we married shortly after."

Her voice was rather monotonous as she told the story. This wasn't to be mistaken for lack of emotion exactly; it was simply her way of dealing with the lose when she did tell of it. She also paused to figured out exactly what she wanted to tell him next. He didn't need a blow by blow of the next year or two of her life. "Your family comes in during the last part of the civil war as we fled Georgia when General Sherman made his famous march to Atlanta. My brother joined us and it was on that flight to Virginia that your ancestor and his wife attacked us. Michael told my brother to...to take me on to Virginia while he held them off, but of course a vampire as young as him is really no match for two well trained hunters. I saw him murdered. You would probably call it taking care of a problem or something, but to me he was murdered for doing what a vampire must to live. It would be like someone killing you for killing you because you have to eat beef to survive. I did later hunt your family for some time managing to kill the woman, but the man and at least one child clearly survived."

It was a risk telling him to did kill one of his ancestors, but she might as well reveal a bit of her darker nature. It wasn't as if it was a regular thing, or that she lost control and became like Stefan could.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 534
Notes:
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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This template was made for Elizabeth Bruce by BONES @ Broken Pieces

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean wanted her to get on with it all ready, He felt like he was having to hear her whole life story. She was telling everything that had happened in her life to every little detal, he just wanted to get to the point of what she wanted him dead. Even though it wasn’t going to happen, she could try and kill Dean but she wasn’t going to get very far in trying. Dean wasn’t a dumb ass when it came to vampires, plus having a Slayer on his side did help. Which made him wonder how Buffy had been doing anyway, it had been awhile that they had really talked.

She finally was getting to the good parts, telling him were his family came into place. Which again Dean knew his family must of had good reason for wanting to kill her, which made Dean not trust shit she was saying. Plus knew that no matter how much he may have wanted it, they couldn’t be friends with someone he couldn’t trust. Dean didn’t trust many when it came to vampires, really there was only two he really trusted at all. That was Lenore who didn’t even drink from animals, then there was Benny the vampire that Saved Dean ass and kept him alive. Dean trust that guy with his life, which he did once. If it wasn’t for Benny Dean could be dead or worse a vampire. He really did owe that guy a lot.

From what it sounded like she was pretty much the only one left standing from the pack, he family was all killed except for her. But it still didn’t make sense to why she would want to kill Dean, its not like he did anything to her, well not yet anyway. "Well you know I can see why you are mad but still don’t take this on me, I didn’t do this to you. Plus I'm not cool with all my family, some i don’t even speak to or know for that matter." He told her. "So I'm sorry about your family but don’t take it out on all the other hunters because of they are dead. Dean was done he knew he was pissing her off but at this point he didn’t give a damn.

Word Count-397
Tagged- Elizabeth
Outfit- Click To See Dean's Outfit
Note-Sorry is my post was lame

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[bonesliz]

Location: Pete's Bar and Grill (Bar Area))(Time of day: 1:45 am
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He was right, as much as it pained her to admit it, the mortal was right. She couldn’t very well blame him for something someone had years and years ago. Her green eyes fixed on him intently as he spoke about understanding.

”Do you really understand?” Her question was sincere. She wasn’t trying to patronize him as all. She had never been sure anyone would ever understand her, understand how it had felt to know that she had killed those she had loved the most and not been able to protect Michael. Her eyes bore into his. Did he have a story? She wanted to know, but the lady in her wouldn’t allow her to ask it; it would be rude.

An internal battle began to rage inside of her head. A small voice had started in on her the moment she had said she wasn’t like other vampires; that she didn’t have the blood lust, or that she had it under control. It kept reminding her of all the lives she had taken. It reminded her of those she had failed to protect; Ayah and her parents, and her first husband and children. Even Michael she had failed, even if it had been a hunter killing a vampire. She had saved Ayah once from a pair of vampires that had killed her parents, well her brother had finished off one of them, but then she had failed to protect the child years later when something else had come along and finished Ayah and her teacher off.

”But you are right. My mother would be embarrassed to call me her child if she could have seen how I have just acted.” Elizabeth couldn’t help but smile softly at the memory of her dear mother. She looked back at him hard for a moment. ”I knew who and what you were the instant I laid eyes on you because you look almost exactly like the man that…well you already know the story. The former princess cleared her throat and waved the bartender over. She paid the entire tab, hers and Dean’s. ”Don’t get too noble on me and say you pay your own way. Some would say you deserve to be treated how I treated you tonight because you are what you are. I swore over the graves of my loved ones I wouldn’t be someone like that if I still had that choice, so paying for what you had tonight is the least I could do.”

She stood up, tossing her jacket over her arm, picked up her purse and headed for the door. She stopped short of just passing Dean. ”It’s good to know there is at least one Winchester willing to listen before killing. Again sorry for being an arse. Good night Mr. Winchester.” Elizabeth pushed the door open and walked out.

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Tage: Dean Winchester
Word Count: 474
Notes: Mine wasn’t any better. Also I left it open to simply end it if you wanted to.
Lyrics: Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
Outfit: Live and Let Die
Speech color: c38ec7
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This template was made for Elizabeth Bruce by BONES @ Broken Pieces

[Dean Jonathon Winchester]

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Dean didn’t care if he looked just like this guy, it still didn’t change the fact that he had nothing to do with the death of her family. But it didn’t matter its not like Dean is going to make friends with this girl, nor did he want to. Dean didn’t make friends with vampires, they were human less scum that deserved to die. He was going to make sure that she saw to this death, she wouldn’t be walking out of here alive. Not tonight or any night for that matter, Dean was done hearing and dealing with this vamps shit. This ends.

“It don’t matter if I look like the person that killed you, it doesn’t mean that you take it out on the next hunter in the family. How would you like it if this was reversed? I kill one of your blood sucking relatives for what they did to mine. How’s that sound seem fair to you.” He said getting pissed. “Again I’m sure my family had good reason for smoking them so get over it bitch!” He didn’t care if he was pissing her off, he was hoping that he was. Maybe get enough of a rise out of her to try something.

Dean didn’t deserve to be treated this way, he still didn’t get what the hell she was taking about. He wasn’t going to pay for shit. If anyone was it was going to be her. But Dean noticed her getting up to leave, almost like she knew she wasn’t going to win taking on Dean. She talked like this wasn’t the end, like she still planed on meeting and killing him. Which she could dream about but again wasn’t going to happen.

She was walking out the door and Dean began to walk after her after she did. “Oh I don’t think this is good night lets end this now you bitch!” After Dean said that he was standing outside, she was now where to be found. Its like she had disappeared, gone. “Great come back you bitch!” Dean yelled. But he clearly wasn’t going to have it out with her tonight. So he got into his baby and began to get the hell out of here. Knowing they would meet and have this out again at a later date, he wouldn’t have her killing or hunting any more hunters. Not on his watch.

Word Count-402
Tagged- Elizabeth
Outfit- Click To See Dean's Outfit
Note-The end we can start another later, if you dare LOL

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