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 Good afternoon SnObs! Welcome to another story starring our fave boys and various other characters made up along the way. 

This story takes place shortly after the end of "To Hell And Back," most recently completed by our very own Sukayro. This new story was co-authored by both Sukayro and HeyHeath ... hope you like it!


That Old Black Magic

That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

The same old tingle that I feel inside
And then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide.

I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire.

For you're the lover I have waited for
The mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine
Darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
Under that old black magic called love.

Lori and Jason walked hand-in-hand down the picturesque main street in Smuggler’s Run, Georgia. They were a little sweaty from just finishing a hike up the mountain and had a glow about them not unusual for newly engaged couples. It was a beautiful day and the sidewalks were crowded with other tourists taking in the local flavor.

The couple made their way to the pharmacy to get gauze pads, tape and some antibiotic cream for a large, ugly scrape on Lori’s forearm caused by a tree branch when she wasn’t careful and had stumbled on the trail. They got to the corner across from the drug store and waited with a small group for the light to change to cross the street. Traffic stopped and the crowd moved almost as one. Jason bumped into someone, causing them to drop their bag. He touched Lori’s arm so she would know to wait a moment and turned to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bending down to help a woman pick up her things.

“That’s alright,” the woman said. She and Jason gathered the various items that had fallen from her bag and then stood up.

Lori smiled at her and was struck by the woman’s black hair and flawless skin, but put her out of her mind as she and Jason continued across the street and into the store. Jason picked out antibiotic cream, hydrogen peroxide and some gauze and tape and they went back to their hotel room. He patched Lori up and teased her about her clumsiness. Lori teased him in return, leaving him trembling and gripping the edge of the vanity. They made love in the shower and then went out to enjoy a long, leisurely dinner.

The next morning, Lori reached out and shut off her alarm, cursing the early morning hour like she did every day before sliding out from under the covers and away from Jason’s warmth. They were on a long weekend get-away, nestled in the peaks of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Lori never missed a morning run, having gotten into the habit years ago when she was a graduate student in Savannah. Her running clothes were in a convenient pile next to the bed and she scooped them up to go into the bathroom to change so she didn’t wake Jason.

While she was in the bathroom, she cleaned her wound and bandaged it again with the gauze they’d gotten at the pharmacy. Five minutes later, she tucked her room key into the small pocket sewn inside her pants and took off down the small town’s main street. This was their second time visiting, having fallen in love with the area during their first trip two years ago. Jason had proposed the night before last and Lori smiled as she looked down at the diamond winking in the glow of the streetlights.

She followed the now familiar route out of town and along a paved, winding path that circled the downtown and meandered through a couple of new subdivisions. Lori was just leaving one new neighborhood and turning to run past a section of the surrounding forest that separated the two groups of housing when she felt a small finger of fear worm its way up her spine. It was a cool morning – typical for this time of year – but the sudden drop in temperature set off alarm bells in her mind. Lori increased her speed to hurry out of the thick air when a woman appeared before her.

Lori stopped in her tracks, her heart hammering in her chest, her mouth suddenly dry. The woman looked vaguely familiar and wore a long, strange cloak fastened at her throat with a large, jeweled brooch that looked old and expensive. She raised her hand and Lori felt herself propelled forward until she stood inches from the woman. Lori closed her eyes against the darkness that reached out from the woman’s gaze to wrap itself around her heart.

When she opened her eyes, she was no longer on the paved path between subdivisions. Lori looked around wildly, trying to get her bearings. Her breath was short and shallow and her heart beat so hard she could hear nothing else. How did I get here? Where am I? She shook her head trying to remember what she’d done since … yesterday? Last night? This morning? By the light of a weak candle held in a stone sconce that flickered a few feet from her, Lori saw she was in a cave of some sort. It wasn’t large, but obviously was tall enough to enable her to stand. She picked up the candle and moved cautiously around the perimeter of the room, running one hand along the smooth surface of the cool stone.

This can’t be right, she thought as she made another tour of the cave and had her worst fear confirmed. No opening or door. Lori stifled a sob and forced herself to think. Think! There was a draft of air. Where was it coming from? Lori raised the candle all the way to the ceiling to find a rough opening not much bigger than her laundry chute at home. Reaching up as far as she could, Lori’s fingers barely scraped against the edge of the stone shaft and she sank to her knees, ignoring the chill that seeped through her pants.

I don’t even know what day it is or how long I’ve been wherever this is. Calm down. Go back over everything you remember, she told herself. Jason – a sob tore at her heart as she pictured him frantic and scared when she didn’t come back from her run – we went to bed and I got up to run. Lori closed her eyes and walked herself through her run down the main street of town, around the one subdivision and then … a woman! A woman in a cloak. Oh my God. Lori remembered the woman’s beauty and a darkness …

“Where are you?” Lori screamed, the sound of her voice reverberating off the surfaces of the cave. “You can’t just leave me here!”

Her screams were met with silence. Lori pushed her back against the cave and sat with her forehead on her knees. She didn’t know where she was and she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. After a while Lori drifted off into a half-sleep, her ears tuned to any sound other than her own breathing.

“Lori.” The soft voice breathed into her ear. Lori’s head popped up and she scrambled to her feet. The woman stood before her with her hand outstretched.

“Wh-wh-where am I? Who are you?” Lori stammered.

“I am Celeste and you are in the home of my god. He very much wants to meet you,” Celeste told her, reaching forward and putting her hand over Lori’s eyes.

When Celeste removed her hand, Lori could see they were in another dimly lit chamber. It took a moment for Lori to orient herself. She looked around with wide eyes and all hope of getting out and back to Jason was extinguished.

Carved into the walls of this cave were images of a large, god-like being standing over kneeling masses of people; tableaus of human sacrifice, the blood from which seemed to shine and drip down the walls; and symbols for which Lori couldn’t even begin to guess their meaning.

A young man, more handsome than any man Lori had ever seen, was sitting on a long, low bed laid thick with furs. She could see his sandy hair gleaming in the half-light, but could also see that his body was thin and wasted, as if he’d been sick. The man raised his head and looked Lori over as if she were a prize at a fair and smiled.

Celeste led Lori forward to stand next to the bed, the leg of her running pants grazing the man’s bare calf. Celeste bowed to the man on the bed. He put his hand on Celeste’s head, like a blessing, and then Celeste straightened and backed out of the room. Lori was frozen in place, her heart hammering in her chest and only able to take short, shallow breaths.

The man lifted her arm and ran his nose along the underside from her wrist to her elbow like he was smelling her. The sudden realization that she was going to die here ripped a sob from her throat. Smiling at her again, the man pulled her to sit beside him and pushed the sleeve of her jacket up to expose the gauze pad on her forearm. He ripped it off and Lori cried out in fear and pain, then put his lips to her wound, bit down and began to suck the blood from her veins. Lori wanted to scream, but when she opened her mouth, she only whimpered.

The pain was unlike anything Lori had ever endured and she fell back onto the fur. The man was on her, straddling her chest and lapping at her arm like a wild animal at a water hole. Sharp stabs of pain began at the site of her scrape and traveled up her arm, into her chest, down her other arm, across her back and down her legs. Tears ran freely down her cheeks and she sobbed silently, not understanding what was happening or why.

Lifting his head from her arm, the man smiled, twisted and red. “You’re feeding a god, my dear. It’s the greatest gift you can give.” He bent his head again, and Lori burned from the inside out as the man sucked the blood from her body.

That old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.


“This is the eighth body in two weeks,” the deputy pointed out to her chief.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, sweeping the scene with his eyes. He’d come to Smuggler’s Run because it was a quiet town, perfect for living out the last couple years to retirement. But even when he’d been in Atlanta, he’d never seen anything like this before.

This latest body, like the others, wasn’t immediately recognizable as male or female, young or old. What was left had not only been mauled, but completely drained of blood and then dumped in the hole of what would be the foundation for a new home in one of the new subdivisions just outside town. The other bodies had been discovered in similar condition. One was behind the movie theater and another next to a large recycling dumpster. The others had been found in various places around the edges of town, with the commonality that all victims had been discarded near tracts of dense forest.

Conversations amongst the locals pegged these attacks as from some kind of wild animal and the chief wanted to believe that was right. A detail kept from the public was that not a single victim showed evidence of having been dragged through the woods. No dirt, rocks, leaves, brush or other forest debris had been found on any of the bodies. It was as if they’d been carried and deposited by … the chief didn’t know what since there were also no foot or paw prints, either.

Forensics would have to determine identity and cause of death, but the chief had a pretty good idea this latest casualty was the tourist reported missing two days ago. He checked his notebook. Lori Peters, age 27, here for a long weekend with her fiancée, associate professor at Savannah School of Art & Design, reported missing by said fiancée, Jason Burke, when she didn’t return from her morning run.

The chief shook his head and looked up into the mountains, wondering what kind of animal could cause this kind of damage. What kind of animal lived up there that suddenly had a taste – and voracious appetite - for human flesh?
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Date:January 15th, 2008 12:50 am (UTC)
So I take it this is the first installment in a story? Yay!! I am excited for more writings! Is this going to be a longer piece or a shorter piece? Either way, yay!!!!

Is it wrong that I'm all sniffly for poor Lori? (Maybe it's because one of my best friends is a Lori!) That's my overwhelming response to the piece is to feel really really bad for her! And that she's sucked dry is totally creeping me out, especially when she realizes she's going to die! But what a great beginning - I'm ready for our boys to come in and save the other damsels in distress!

Nice use of the song lyrics too!!
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Date:January 15th, 2008 01:39 pm (UTC)
Shorter. Definitely shorter. No more novels! LOL

Stay tuned for more...
Date:January 15th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC)
I just told her it was longer! *hee* Though ... I guess it depends on what you mean by "shorter."

If we're using THAB as a measure, then yep. Definitely shorter.

If we're talking chapters with a plot that reads sorta kinda like an SN eppy, then long-ish.

Make sense?

*looks around to see if anyone buys that*
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Date:January 15th, 2008 02:20 pm (UTC)
I can't help it that you lie. Sniff. *falls on floor laughing*

See, this is what happens when there's more than one author. Disinformation! *loves it*

I WAS comparing it to THAB. But you're right that it's longish for a SN ep.

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Date:January 15th, 2008 03:14 pm (UTC)
The novel does develop a life of its own, doesn't it? But I think they've all read very well - at any length, as a matter of fact. Especially when dealing with a large cast.
Date:January 15th, 2008 02:02 pm (UTC)
A longer piece ... and yes, the boys ride in to save the day. How could they not?!

There's some angst along the way, though.

It just wouldn't be right without the angst ...
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Date:January 15th, 2008 03:13 pm (UTC)
There must be angst. It's a pre-requisite. ha ha

This beginning really feels like the beginning of an episode, and I do quite like the episodic feel here. Is this going to just feature our boys or will we see some SnOb characters too? Either way, I'm intrigued!
Date:January 15th, 2008 05:33 am (UTC)
Ooh, creepy. You know, y'all played that well. I actually FELT her terror when she realized she wasn't going to make it out again. *sniffs a little for poor Lori*

So what's the dealio? Are you guys writing this together a chapter at a time or what? How's the co-writing thing work? Just curious, ladies.

Looking forward to the Winchesters taking the evil dude DOWN!
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Date:January 15th, 2008 01:38 pm (UTC)
I'm sure you'll be able to tell which parts we each wrote. We have different writing styles (and tenses) and decided to leave it that way. Heath wrote these 2 scenes. We came up with an idea, fleshed out the plot, and wrote. Then there was LOTS of e-mailing. LOL

Hopefully it'll work for our lovely readers.

*loves writing with Heath*
Date:January 15th, 2008 02:08 pm (UTC)
*loves you back*

This was WAY too much fun and was a nice distraction from everyday!
Date:January 15th, 2008 02:40 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the info. I was just curious how it all worked. Can't wait for the next parts!
Date:January 15th, 2008 02:07 pm (UTC)

*cracks up laughing*

I haven't heard that word in forever and 6 days! ahem.

We've actually written (mostly) the whole story and it was way too much fun so we'll post a chapter at at time and hope that you continue to like how it's done.

But please please please don't forget to say if something doesn't work for you ... the hard comments only to serve to help make the story better!
Date:January 15th, 2008 02:43 pm (UTC)
Are you making fun of my lingo? *looks mean then relents* It's OK, I did it on purpose!

If this one was your part, I need to tell YOU that I liked it. I agree with Suk's comments ... you made a throwaway character important in that way that I hate, er, love. All of a sudden I CARE about this person who's going to get eaten, beheaded, stabbed, shot or whatever.

Great job!
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Date:January 15th, 2008 01:50 pm (UTC)

I figure I can comment on your bits becuz there wasn't much time to while we were actually writing it! LOL

What kind of animal lived up there that suddenly had a taste – and voracious appetite - for human flesh? Dang, now I'M totally creeped out and I KNOW what's gonna happen! Which could explain why I'm creeped actually... *evil grin*

Anyway, I don't think I ever mentioned how I LOVE that you've turned this bit player (Lori) into an actual person with all the details about her life. She could so easily have been a complete throwaway (which is probably how I would've done it, poor thing!) but you suck, er, draw everyone right into the story by making us care about her death. Sniffle. So cruel...good work! hee hee

No dirt, rocks, leaves, brush or other forest debris had been found on any of the bodies. This is another little detail you added that I wouldn't have thought of but it really works!

Then there's the arm sniffing (*shudder*) and Lori's complete disorientation. Sooooo well done!

*more applause*

Date:January 15th, 2008 02:05 pm (UTC)

I don't really know how to respond to this since you know ... well ... everything that happens from here on out.

Thanks for the praise, though. I think Lori is probably a very nice person and Jason will mourn her death for quite a while. *hairpets Jason*
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