Supernatural AB/DL Book Bundle 2

Chapter One: Hospital

Chapter One: HospitalLily wakes up and immediately she sense something wrong with her body. It feels as though every bone in her body has been broken and then set again in the wrong way. Everything aches, but doesn't hurt. When she wakes,opens her eyes, her vision is blurry for a few minutes, and even though she's blinking and blinking, she can't seem to get her eyes to adjust properly and she's not seeing things right.

Her stomach gurgles and she tries to move, but that only makes her head spin too and she lets the weight of her body relax. She's on her back and looking up at something that's spinning over her head, but her vision doesn't clear enough for her to figure out what it is other than a blur of shapes and colors. She whimpers and turns her head to the side, which doesn't do anything except for making her head spin even more.

When she tries to move her hands, she realizes they're locked in fabric cuffs by her sides. She closes her eyes, trying to just breath through the panic bubbling up in her gut but a moment later, she realizes that not only are her arms tied up, her entire body is strapped tightly, something hard and metallic wrapped around her entire body. Leather is strapped over and underneath her breasts, across her stomach and over her thighs and legs, all the way to her toes so she can't move at all. It's kind of terrifying to look at and she doesn't have the time to panic about it because her head is spinning. She feels as though she's on top of a really rocky boat, waves hitting the sides over and over again.

She whines a little bit, and then, without warning, she starts to vomit. Her stomach is rolling so terribly and she twists to her side just in time so that she's not vomiting all over herself and choking in her vomit. It's disgusting and she starts to cry, opening her mouth to let out a loud, mournful wail that echoes in the room she's in and makes it sound even louder and more obnoxious.

A moment later, the door to her room opens and two people rush in. Her heart hammers in her chest as she tries to make out their faces to no avail. Her eyes aren't working the way they should and her head is still spinning. Thankfully, she seems to have puked out mostly water and something that smells oddly like cream and milk? It doesn't smell too bad, but it still feels awful to have her face covered in the disgusting concoction, her throat burning and her clothes wet with it. She tries to push herself off the bed and get away when she sees two huge blurry objects reaching towards her.

She flinches when she feels a hand across her face, a warm towel brushing off the dirty smudge across her cheek. There's puke all over her bed too and she cries a little bit more, tears streaming down her face from how awful she feels. Her throat burns a little bit and she can both smell and feel the vomit sticking to her skin. To make matters worse, a stranger is touching her like this is normal.

"Oh no. Poor baby. Did you get yourself all dirty? It's okay, it's okay." He has a soothing, bass-tone voice that vibrates through her bones. It feels like listening to her favorite audiobook during a long drive-

Her line of thought stutters. She was driving before this happened. Someone crashed into her from the side and she rolled off the road from the impact. She closed her eyes and then she was in a different bed and she was in a lot of pain. Enough pain that she didn't want to open her eyes or move at all, but someone's talking to her and it sounded urgent. She was being prodded awake.

"You're hurt. You don't have many options available for you and we need you to come to a decision now."

The voice is stern, demanding her attention. She feels a prick on her neck and she comes awake with a shuddering inhale. If she thought she was in pain earlier, it's ten times worse now that she's fully aware. She's feeling every ache, every burning pain on her body. She bites her lower lip, swallowing back a scream. She doesn't quite succeed, lips parting and letting out a hiss of groan through clenched teeth. Her throat feels too painful and she can't even scream properly. Is it possible to have bruises inside her body?

"Up her morphine." A disembodied voice instructs.

"We've already maxed out the morphine she's allowed. This pain is normal." She hates that person. Everything hurts and this shouldn't be normal in any sense of the word. She feels like she's dying.

A hand grasps her arm and she does succeed in screaming now cause it's so, so painful. Her whole body is in incredible agony and the touch makes it feel like her skin is being peeled off. "Are you with us? Nod if you can hear me. The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner you can go back to sleep."

She nods, bobbing her head up and down quickly because maybe if she wants it to be over.

"Good good. My name is Burhan Knott. It doesn't matter if you remember that. You only need to know that I am representing you and I'm the only person who cares about you right now," he tells her.

The only person? Really? That's a bit much. She knows she's not the most popular person at work, but she's reasonably liked. People don't want her dead or anything.

He continues, "You're in pain. Let's be honest here, it's not cause they can't give you more medicine. It's just you're not worth it. They have only done the bare minimum to keep you alive because letting you die is against their ethics. You don't have the money to pay for the care you've already received and you really don't have money to pay for what's going to come afterwards. And before you ask about the person who crashed into your car, don't. The man didn't buy insurance and is even poorer than you are. Even if you magically come up with money, you can't recover from this completely either, not unless you're some sort of supernatural."

She's not a supernatural. She's wholly human and a pretty weak one at that. She starts to panic, the machine beeping shrilly as her heartbeat increases. He turns it off callously and turns his attention back to her. He's an ominous-looking man, dressed in black with his dark hair slicked back and eyes as cold as ice. He would be good-looking if he wasn't so terrifying. When he starts to talk again, his voice slices through her panic like a blade, smooth and cold.

"So, here are your options. You can keep being in pain for years, maybe the rest of your life because your whole body is pretty ruined right now. You won't be able to afford pain medication since you can't work and based on my understanding of your past employment, they aren't too keen on paying for any of your medical expenses either. Or, you could take the bite and sign a contract with me, and the rest of your life will be taken care of."

Her confusion must have been clear because he continues.

"A vampire bite will keep you from dying, but you're too injured to be healed completely. You'll still be weak, but you won't be in pain. It will take a few dozen years for your body to be in working order again, perhaps longer, but you won't die. The vampire bite also keeps you eighteen forever. The perfect age for immortality, really. The bite will hurt, yes, but you probably won't feel any of it over the wounds that you've suffered."

Her body twitches and burns, as though just the mention of pain is enough to trigger the agony coursing through her veins, but everything he's saying is fascinating enough to keep her from focusing on him instead. Vampires don't give away bites easily. There are so many steps and so much money necessary in order to just be considered for the bite and even after passing all their tests and paying ridiculous sums of money, they could still be rejected if the vampires decide they're not 'worthy', whatever that means.

She thinks it could be a lie. Maybe he's tricking her into signing away all her rights and then he's going to harvest her organs. Her mind in spiraling in a dozen different directions when he continues and she has to focus with everything she's got to his voice. Her eyes flutter close. She feels herself drifting already. His grip on her arm tightens, as though he knows she's having trouble staying awake and she hisses in an inhale from the spike of torture that brings.

"You've heard of werewolves, yes?" He doesn't wait for her to nod before continuing. "Well, there are Alphas who are a little bit too Alpha for their own kind. They're restless unless they have someone in their pack for them to baby all the time and these days, werewolves don't stay with their Alphas and hunt for food and all that jazz anymore."

She squints at him. He looks young, but he must be ancient. Who says 'all that jazz'?

"Pack members have their own families and they aren't inclined to stay with their Alphas just to satisfy their need to keep their pack members close. Alpha werewolves have instincts that run deeper and they need to provide for their packmates to be satisfied. Having a mate helps too, but most Alphas are too violent to even consider having mates before they have a Litttle under their care. That's where you'll come in. Even with the bite, it's unlikely that you'll be able to take care of yourself for the foreseeable future. An Alpha Werewolf can take care of you and in exchange, your presence will make sure that they are no more animalistic than your average werewolf."

He keeps talking and- and really, it all sounds too perfect to be true. Surely there's a catch? She just has to agree and not only are her medical fees taken care of, she'll gain immortality and spend the rest of her life being taken care of?

She could get the bite or she could suffer forever. It feels like too easy of a choice. She remembers agreeing to it, but not the specifics of what it entails on account of the terrible pain she's in. Then, she remembers teeth biting into her neck and a burning, fiery pain coursing through her veins.

She doesn't remember anything beyond that. She must have forgotten a lot, because now, she's being manhandled out of her bed and her vision is too blurry for her to make out anything at all. She wants to struggle, kick out and maybe bite at the man picking her up, but her head is growing dizzier and the contents of her stomach somersaults. She whimpers unhappily and thinks peaceful thought to keep from puking.

"Stop moving, love," he says in a tone that makes her feel like she's a child again and she's being chastised for misbehaving.

She stops struggling not because she's listening to him. It's only cause she worries that she's going to vomit again, but then the man balances her on his arm and him being still makes her head spin a little less, so she stops struggling. He must be huge and very strong if he's able to carry her so easily like this, though she can't really see him clearly other than an indistinctive shape.

"She'll probably feel sick for a while yet. Do you remember what's happened, baby? You were in an accident." the second man is talking to her from afar, standing at the door instead of walking in. She can see his blurry shape there, a dark mass of shadows at the door.

She doesn't remember the accident, but she remembers the aftermath a little. She opens her mouth to tell him that, but the words don't come out of her mouth. She clenches her eyes together on a sob as she cries out instead and is unable to say more than an unintelligible mumbling.

"Poor baby. It's okay." The wet wipe is back, rubbing across her face soothingly.

"She looks like a very fussy little baby." The man says from the door.

"She's not being fussy. The doctors says she's going to be a little disorientated for a while and the medicine is making her feel sick," he says. And then, to her, she whispers, "It's alright, love. Daddy's got you. Let's go get you cleaned up while Chase cleans up your crib, alright?"

Cleaned up? Surely he can't be saying what she thinks he's saying. And what was is he said about her- her crib? Was that the bed they had tied her up in? And 'Daddy'? He's not her Daddy! She had been an orphan her entire life. She doesn't have parents. She doesn't get the chance to get him to elaborate as he carries her out of the room, carrying her past Chase, who moves out of the way quickly. Her brain stutters to a screeching halt when she realizes he's brought her into a bathroom.