Rachel and Gabe were having dinner when someone knocked their door. They looked up at each other with a hopeful expression. Could it be? Gabe got up out his chair and walked down the hall to open the door. It was true. God had heard his prayers and answered them. He looked at the girl standing on his porch. “My dear God” he sobbed. “I knew you’d come back” He hugged her. “Can I come in?” Amber asked careful. Gabe let go of her and looked at her with a strange face. What kind of question was that? “Of course you can come in, sweetie” he said. He pulled her into the house and as they walked back to the kitchen he shouted: “Look who’s back!”
Rachel gasped for air when she saw her daughter standing behind her father. She covered her mouth with her hands and started crying. She stuck out her hands and waved to let Amber come to her. Amber walked to her mother, who had stood up, and let her nearly suffocate her. “Amber” Gabe said soft. Amber freed her from her mother and turned around. Gabe was waving with a newspaper which he handed to her. The front page contained a large photograph of her and above the picture the word WANTED flaunted. Her eyes raced over the short description below the picture. ‘Amber Lindy, 16, ran away from home, prime suspect in a murder case’
Amber raised an eyebrow. “Who wrote this shit?” she asked and she dropped the newspaper on the floor.
Gabe ducked and picked up the paper. “This is serious, Amber” he said. “They believe you killed Derek. That’s not true, is it?”
“Of course not!” Amber exclaimed. “I found him, that’s all. I went to the shag and he was there, hanging on a rope. He was already dead”
“Something bit him, he was drained from blood” Gabe continued. “It was pretty nasty”
“Proves I didn’t do it” Amber said with big eyes. “Do I look like something that can drain people from blood?”
“You were acting strange that night” Rachel said. Amber averted her head to her. How? “You came home, all dirty, and you strangled me. You threatened me and you threw me on the ground. You robbed the fridge and you punched me”
Amber’s mouth dropped open. “How do you know that?” she asked breathless.
“Wait, wait, wait, this is true?” Gabe hastily asked.
“What do you mean how do I know? I just know” Rachel said.
“You’re not supposed to know” Amber said shocked, ignoring her father who felt totally left out. “I compelled you to forget it. You’re supposed to remember you ran into a glass door doing grocery’s” If her mother remembered everything the way it was, it could mean two things. She was turned into a vampire herself, which Amber highly doubted, or another vampire had compelled her to remember the truth. Stefan, Amber thought , jerk.
“Compelled?” Gabe spit out. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I have to go” Amber said rushed. “I’m packing my things and then I’m out”
“What? You can’t just leave again” Gabe said uncomprehending. “You just got here”
But Amber walked passed him to the stairs. Gabe grabbed her arm to stop her, Amber turned at him. Her eyes were red, she had wrinkles around them and she growled. Gabe let go of her and heavily breathed. Amber ran upstairs.
“Call the police” Gabe ordered his wife.
Rachel gasped for air when she saw her daughter standing behind her father. She covered her mouth with her hands and started crying. She stuck out her hands and waved to let Amber come to her. Amber walked to her mother, who had stood up, and let her nearly suffocate her. “Amber” Gabe said soft. Amber freed her from her mother and turned around. Gabe was waving with a newspaper which he handed to her. The front page contained a large photograph of her and above the picture the word WANTED flaunted. Her eyes raced over the short description below the picture. ‘Amber Lindy, 16, ran away from home, prime suspect in a murder case’
Amber raised an eyebrow. “Who wrote this shit?” she asked and she dropped the newspaper on the floor.
Gabe ducked and picked up the paper. “This is serious, Amber” he said. “They believe you killed Derek. That’s not true, is it?”
“Of course not!” Amber exclaimed. “I found him, that’s all. I went to the shag and he was there, hanging on a rope. He was already dead”
“Something bit him, he was drained from blood” Gabe continued. “It was pretty nasty”
“Proves I didn’t do it” Amber said with big eyes. “Do I look like something that can drain people from blood?”
“You were acting strange that night” Rachel said. Amber averted her head to her. How? “You came home, all dirty, and you strangled me. You threatened me and you threw me on the ground. You robbed the fridge and you punched me”
Amber’s mouth dropped open. “How do you know that?” she asked breathless.
“Wait, wait, wait, this is true?” Gabe hastily asked.
“What do you mean how do I know? I just know” Rachel said.
“You’re not supposed to know” Amber said shocked, ignoring her father who felt totally left out. “I compelled you to forget it. You’re supposed to remember you ran into a glass door doing grocery’s” If her mother remembered everything the way it was, it could mean two things. She was turned into a vampire herself, which Amber highly doubted, or another vampire had compelled her to remember the truth. Stefan, Amber thought , jerk.
“Compelled?” Gabe spit out. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I have to go” Amber said rushed. “I’m packing my things and then I’m out”
“What? You can’t just leave again” Gabe said uncomprehending. “You just got here”
But Amber walked passed him to the stairs. Gabe grabbed her arm to stop her, Amber turned at him. Her eyes were red, she had wrinkles around them and she growled. Gabe let go of her and heavily breathed. Amber ran upstairs.
“Call the police” Gabe ordered his wife.
“Gerard committed suicide last night” Zoey said. “I found him hanging in our bedroom”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said
Daphne threw her arms around Zoey and Zoey faked a few tears and sobs. She pushed Daphne away and said she had to tell Alexia. She put her purse on the dresser, knowing Daphne would see the letter and be too curious to leave it where it is.
And indeed, a minute later, Daphne stormed outside, hysterically crying how everything was her fault.
Zoey walked back inside, trusting Daphne would need some time to calm down. She opened Daphne’s computer and connected a portable hard drive to it. The hard drive contained a fake video of Cas doing things with Alexia.
Zoey copied the video to Daphne’s files and then removed the hard drive. She closed the computer and called Alexia.
“Let’s go, Lex” she said. “We’re going to your grandparents”
Daphne covered her mouth. “Oh my God, that’s…awful” she said
Daphne threw her arms around Zoey and Zoey faked a few tears and sobs. She pushed Daphne away and said she had to tell Alexia. She put her purse on the dresser, knowing Daphne would see the letter and be too curious to leave it where it is.
And indeed, a minute later, Daphne stormed outside, hysterically crying how everything was her fault.
Zoey walked back inside, trusting Daphne would need some time to calm down. She opened Daphne’s computer and connected a portable hard drive to it. The hard drive contained a fake video of Cas doing things with Alexia.
Zoey copied the video to Daphne’s files and then removed the hard drive. She closed the computer and called Alexia.
“Let’s go, Lex” she said. “We’re going to your grandparents”
The next morning.
Zoey was talking with the mortician, while Alexia was watching cartoons. At least Zoey was under the impression Alexia was watching cartoons. Until her little girl let out a shriek.
“Mommy!”
Zoey, scared something had happened to Alexia, jumped up and ran into the sitting room. Alexia was staring at the screen.
“Lex, what’s going on? You almost gave mommy a heart attack” Zoey said and swallowed a few times to calm down.
“Mommy, come look” Alexia said breathless. “Uncle Emmanuel is on TV”
Zoey rushed to the television and increased the volume.
“Last night the police arrested a man named Castiel for the abuse of a four year old girl” the newsreader said.
“Alexia, go play outside” Zoey said trembling.
“Why do they call him Castiel, mommy? His name’s Emmanuel” Alexia said confused.
“Now!” Zoey yelled and Alexia ran outside.
Zoey was talking with the mortician, while Alexia was watching cartoons. At least Zoey was under the impression Alexia was watching cartoons. Until her little girl let out a shriek.
“Mommy!”
Zoey, scared something had happened to Alexia, jumped up and ran into the sitting room. Alexia was staring at the screen.
“Lex, what’s going on? You almost gave mommy a heart attack” Zoey said and swallowed a few times to calm down.
“Mommy, come look” Alexia said breathless. “Uncle Emmanuel is on TV”
Zoey rushed to the television and increased the volume.
“Last night the police arrested a man named Castiel for the abuse of a four year old girl” the newsreader said.
“Alexia, go play outside” Zoey said trembling.
“Why do they call him Castiel, mommy? His name’s Emmanuel” Alexia said confused.
“Now!” Zoey yelled and Alexia ran outside.
The door of Meg’s motel room opened and Meg stared at the door way. She was still stuck under the Key of Solomon.
“Anna told me you were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could you get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a safe distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless you do something. Personally, I don’t care if you killed that man or not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If you do the right thing, then I guarantee you Dean and I will never try to kill you again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Anna told me you were innocent for a change” Sam said.
“Well, now that you’ve discovered I’m actually a saint, could you get me out of here?” Meg suggested. Sam shook his head and walked towards her, though kept a safe distance. “First I want to set a few things straight. Castiel is not going to leave prison, unless you do something. Personally, I don’t care if you killed that man or not. What I do care about is that you’re the only one who can get him out of there” Sam said.
“Why would I help him? What’s in it for me?” Meg wanted to know.
“If you do the right thing, then I guarantee you Dean and I will never try to kill you again. You’ll be off our radar for good” Sam said.
That was a tempting offer. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.