Disclaimer: I do not own the recognisable characters in this story only the plot.

Once again the boys aren't related in this fic and it is a Sam/Dean story.

Hey all, yep it's me again and here is the long awaited sequel to my story Vampire Nights. You will have to read that one first for this to make any sense. I hope you will enjoy this tale and don't forget to review to let me know what you think. Reviews are awesome and so are the reviewers. Without further ado here we go...sequel to Vampire Nights...Demon Days.

He watched her with a satisfied smirk on his face. He could feel that sweet nectar pumping through her veins with every second that past. He could almost taste her on his lips as he watched her from his concealed position within the shadows.

Her black hair, he refused to touch blonds for personal reasons, waved in the wind sending her scent his way adding towards his growing hunger. His fangs descended before he managed to gain control once more.

She brought the cigarette up to her lips taking yet another long drag, one that will taint the taste of her blood. Normally he wouldn't be caught dead (no pun intended) near a smoker's blood but lately let's just say he has learned to become less picky.

He has learned the hard way that sometimes you have to adapt to survive and survive to adapt so that is what he has done. As they say when life gives you lemons…

The girl glanced his way briefly but she didn't see him, no one ever did before it was too late. He was a mere shadow amongst the darkness. An inescapable force to be reckoned with. He hadn't lost a single prey yet and he wasn't going to start now.

Pulling his cloak around himself he started to stalk over towards the lonely female. A small seductive smile was plastered across his face while his hazel eyes glowed the perfect shade of gold. Glamour in place he was ready.

"Someone like you shouldn't really be alone on a night like this," he commented halting by her side. The girl glanced up at him with a guarded manner before looking into those eyes. Instantly she was drawn in and in response she took a small step towards him dropping her cigarette on the floor in the process.

"Oh really and why is that then?" she replied her voice lowering in her own attempt to seduce which caused the man to stifle the urge to roll his eyes. Her seduction was pathetic and a complete waste of time, no one will be able to make the same impression on him again. His heart had already been taken and destroyed.

"You never know what is lurking out in the darkness."

"Well at least you're here now, a big strong hero to protect little old me," the girl whispered inching ever closer to the unknown predator. Her arm brushed his while her leg rubbed against his thigh however her eyes remained locked into the gold being drawn deeper and deeper with every second that past.

The man laughed without humor, his voice low and gravelly at this point of time while his eyes were focused upon the woman's exposed throat. He could see the pulse throbbing gently against her skin, hear her heart pump his sweet release around her body and smell the sweet scent of his addiction. His fangs glistened underneath the moonlight as his urge grew too intense to suppress for a moment longer.

"What's so funny?" she asked backing away slightly; her eyes became guarded and alert in the same instant. The glamour began to fade through the sudden lack of eye contact.

The man leaned down so that his lips were too her ear. Her whole form trembled with what he assumed was unconcealed fear and this just brought a smirk to his lips however the small tears in his eyes betrayed this cocky façade. "Didn't your mum ever teach you not to talk to strangers? Especially in a dark alley all on your own."

The girl's trembling appeared to increase while she started to back away in her delusion that she would be able to escape easily. Her head shook subtly while her hands outstretched in front of her in a vain attempt to create some form of defense.

"G…G…Get away from me!" she stuttered all the while he legs continued to take her backwards and her eyes remained fixated upon the creature before her.

In a ghost of a second he went from being in front of her to beside her, his hands grasped onto her shoulders with such an immense force he was sure it would leave bruises. However it wouldn't matter where she was going. He forced her head to cock to the side leaving her throat exposed and his for the taking.

"Not a chance in hell sweetheart," and with those words the man leaned down and plunged his fangs into her neck. Giving into the monster he was once more.

Sam smiled which Dean returned, everything had been perfect, everything had been exactly the way it should have been and the fates were settled.

Dean lifted his hand and cupped Sam's cheek which sent a spark of electricity out of the tips of those fingers down his cheek. He leaned into the touch, his hazel eyes fixated onto those impossibly incredible emeralds.

His own hand reached up and tangled in the short blond spikes. Forcefully he added pressure onto his hold and soon he engulfed the mortal's mouth with his own. Lips crushed together as tongues begged for entrance. Hands ran free sliding over every inch of their lover showing their appreciation and admiration through their finger tips.

They fit together perfectly like two parts of a puzzle, two halves of a whole finally reuniting after all of this time. Their whole bodies molded into one another until it seemed to become one. The two souls filtered around each other, ying and yang, night and day, past and present.

In those perfect eyes he could see all the love and happiness he felt returned. He wanted to bury himself deeper and deeper within those emeralds and remain there for the rest of his eternity. His fingers gripped harder onto the mortal's biceps unwilling to let him go or share him with the rest of the world. He was his. Dean Winchester now belonged to him and he would have it no other way.

"I love you Sammy," Dean muttered, his lips at his ear blowing in his warm breath which sent a shudder along his spine and his heart to beat violently in his chest once more, a feeling he was becoming familiar with.

"I love you too my Dean," he muttered back watching the smile grow on the mortal's face and there was nothing on this earth more beautiful then that smile and the way he seemed to light up a single room.

"Forever…" he added closing his eyes to feel the breath upon him, to marvel in the love that was Dean.

"Forever…"

Sam woke up with a start not even remembering falling asleep in the first place. Tears were in the corners of his eyes with an old set continuing to make their way down his face. His heart felt hollow and empty in his chest, with a ghostly feel of it beating slowly and full of guilt, and beating out the rhythm of his loss.

He felt a weight pressed against his chest and upon looking down he noticed a lifeless pair of blue eyes gazing up at him. Her black hair was tinged red along with her clothing, skin and his skin. She was so still in the mists of death and yet he couldn't care less.

Pushing the drained body away he ran a bloodied hand through his hair trying to get the image of his soul mate out of his head to no avail. Dean haunted his every moment, waking or in a dream state it didn't matter.

Everyday this past year had become harder and harder to get through. Hell he didn't care about himself anymore. The only person he had ever loved was six feet under. He sacrificed himself to save the pathetic worthless monster that Sam had become.

He was nothing without Dean, nothing but a blood sucking killer. He just wanted it all to end; he wanted the pain to stop and for the darkness within his heart to swallow him whole. However he wasn't going to go and kill himself, even if it was possible for a vampire to commit suicide, no he had too much love and respect for his lover to kill himself.

No…he was waiting for someone to pick up his trail. He had been sloppy lately with bodies and a bloodied trail left all over the place. It was only amount of time before a hunter became involved and then it would be over.

He would get the release he desires, the pain will stop as he would simply cease to exist. As he should have done a year ago….

Running a shaking hand through his hair once more, the vampire pushed himself to his feet, straightened out his bloodied clothing before turning on his heels and walking away from the unknown bar in the middle of bumfuck America. He never looked back at the lifeless form of the girl waiting for some poor bastard to find her and for her family to find out about her murder.

However Sam couldn't find it in his heart to care anymore, he needed the blood. He needed to be in control and there was nothing like the control a vampire has over his feed. The feeling of draining an innocent person dry was addictive and exotic feeling; it was during the feed that the vampire felt the most alive. It was the blood that had kept him going for the past year, the power and the strength he gained was a vital part in his quest for revenge.

Revenge.

That was what kept him going, revenge and blood, a healthy existence. His whole world revolved around that one word and he was as sure as hell that he will get what he wanted…what he craved. He refused to rest until that yellow eyed son of a bitch was lying across America in pieces, his demonic essence wiped from this earth and from hell below. Until that demon had suffered a death a thousand times worse than the one his mortal had suffered, he was going to pay for ever daring to touch a single hair on Dean's head. He was going to pay for the plan he had in action even before Dean Winchester had ever been a mere thought yet alone a reality. The demon was going to pay in his blood for killing off the Winchester's…Mary…Baby Samuel…John…Dean…Dean.

Sam brought himself out of his thoughts immediately; he didn't need to go down that road again. Merely thinking of his mortal brought on a round of guilt and sorrow and it was these feelings which normally sent him spiraling out of control down into the deep dark pit of despair. It brought the vampiric side out of him and Sam knew that over this past year he had been more in touch with the vampire inside of him then he had ever been throughout the whole of his two hundred year existence. In fact he felt as if the human side of him no longer existed. No…he knew that when Dean had…had…had…well…he had taken the human side of Sam with him, leaving the vampire just that…an empty shell of a vampire. A revenge ridden blood sucking vampiric killer.

Sam was more of a monster now then he had been when he was an out of control newborn. The body count reaching triple digits for the past year alone. Never blond haired green eyed beauties…no…that was too painful a road to go down.

Forcefully tugging himself out of his thoughts once more the vampire plunged his hands into his pockets and made his way over to the Impala. He paused as he reached the driver's door and held onto the keys tightly within his grasp. His eyes dropped down to the ground while he attempted to ground himself from the onslaught of memories plaguing the front of his mind. Pressing the keys into his hand to the point that the metal dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood, the vampire lifted his eyes to the top of the car and drew in a deep breath.

Slowly he uncurled his hands from around the keys, placed this into the lock and opened the door. He climbed into the driver's side of the car and repressed the feeling of how wrong it was to be sitting behind the wheel once again. He inserted the key into the ignition and allowed the gentle lull of the Impala roar out into the atmosphere for a while. He now understood why the car had been so important to his mortal, it had been his only constant companion for most of his life, it had been the one consistent and it was always there when he needed it. The lull of the engine was a beautiful song on its own, one that was enough to calm even the wildest beast…which was lucky for the vampire.

Sam leaned forward and retrieved his cell from the glove compartment, grimacing when he noticed he had yet again another ten missed calls. Three from Jess, three from Bobby and the remaining four from his Sire. The three people he had been avoiding and refusing to speak to. They would only attempt to talk him about of his mission, claim that it will only lead to his suicide and tell him that Dean wouldn't want him to go down his road.

Well…screw them…Dean wasn't here to control his life…Besides he was doing this for Dean. The blood, the driving all around America and the need to get revenge was all for Dean. Everything he was doing now was done with Dean in mind.

With this thought the vampire growled and threw his cell into the backseat, he had no intentions of ever speaking to those people again. After he destroyed the demon he was planning on following his mortal into the afterlife…but he might have to do some begging to end up in the same place as Dean…he will come to that issue when it occurs. But he had some unfinished business to deal with first…

Sam placed his hands on the wheel and was about to drive away when a familiar scent hit his nose. He was overwhelmed within an instant and his eyes flashed a deep crimson colour, the same colour it had been for past year. A growl erupted out of his mouth as he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car all in one movement. He leaned against the car so that his chest was pressed against the door and he cupped his hands together upon the roof. His eyes locked onto the sight of a figure slowly approaching him, in their hand he could see the glint of something metal, a machete and the vampire knew that the man hadn't realised his cover had been rumbled.

"You should learn by now you can never sneak up on a vampire who already has your scent," Sam growled gaining a small amount of amusement at the small jump the figure completed before sobering up. The other man seemed to abandon their slow movements and walked towards the vampire until he was standing next to the passenger side of the car.

"Ya know what they say…you can't teach an old dog new trick," the other man joked without humour placing the machete on the roof of the car while their eyes locked onto the vampire's deep red. The man kept a faked smile on his face for a moment longer before this façade fell. His eyes sweeped over the vampire's body obviously scrutinizing his appearance to which Sam remained still. He had nothing to hide, not anymore, not from anyone.

Sam knew that this day would come…sooner or later…he knew that his past was bound to catch up with him no matter how fast or how far he ran. In some ways he had been hoping…no praying for this moment…And now that it had come he couldn't wait to find his sweet release…It wouldn't be long until he was reunited with his mortal once more.

"So Bobby, I take it this isn't a social call?" Sam asked with a smirk curling up at the corner of his lips. He watched as the elder hunter appeared to physically deflate as his pulled his hat off of his head and ran his hand through his hair before placing the cap on the top of his head once more. A sign that the vampire had come to interpret as the hunter's nerves and reluctance. That one movement seemed to answer his questions more than words ever could. "It's like that then," he added.

The vampire sensed the hunter draw in a deep breath and he could hear the elder man's heart pound rapidly in his chest, there was a small sense of fear and trepidation about him. The hunter had changed in the past year, he looked older with more grey hairs on his head then the vampire had ever seen him have before, his clothes were rumpled, his eyes were lifeless and bloodshot but the main change that Sam noticed was the smell within his blood. Before his blood had smelled sweet and enticing now however all he could smell was the intoxicating stench of alcohol, the elder hunter had obviously been hitting the bottle a lot over the past year. Not that Sam would blame him…he had after all chosen his drug of choice so why wouldn't the hunter. Everyone had to find a way to cope in this miserable hell ridden existence and Bobby obviously had chosen booze as his sweet relief.

"Man you stink like a liquor store," Sam joked hoping to lighten up the situation he knew he was in but his efforts proved to be in vain as the elder hunter didn't even crack a smile. His eyes just continued to bore into the vampire's and there was a sense of hopelessness within them. Yep…this was it.

"What are you doing?" the elder hunter asked after a moment or two had passed.

"Standing here talking to you, why going senile?" the vampire joked once more and once again this joke was met by a deadly silence, it was almost like Sam could imagine a tumbleweed blowing past the pair in response. "What does it look like?"

Bobby's lips were pulled down in a frown as he pushed himself away from the car and moved so that he was now standing side by side with the vampire. His eyes flickered towards the bloodied alley back to the bloodied appearance of the vampire. Sam could see the sorrow and pain radiate off of him yet he found himself lacking the ability to care. Why would the hunter even care about him? All he was was a blood sucking monster…that was who he was without his mortal by his side. He was nothing. Just another damned vampire in this nightmare that was called reality.

"We have been worried about you boy, you just dropped off of the face of the earth…"

"Apparently not cause I wouldn't be standing here next to you if I had…" Sam interrupted wanting to get the small talk over and done with, they both knew why the elder hunter was there and they both knew what job he had to do. Why stall the moment any longer?

"It has almost been a year! Do you know how worried your Sire and I have been? We had no idea where you were or what…" Bobby trailed off as his eyes wandered back to the bloodied scene once more. He drew in a deep breath before continuing his previous thought. "What you were doing."

Sam scoffed. "What I was doing? I think that is obvious even to you!" he spat out with venom lacing each word. He held his hands out to the side in a 'take a good look' gesture. "So tell me oh great and mighty hunter, what have I been doing?" He raised his eyebrows while his lips stretched out to a grin in the process, he was glad he had fed moments before, he might not have much strength to care right now but he would care if he killed the elder hunter. He wouldn't want to hurt Dean like that.

"Sam…"

"What? I think you know what I have been doing because I know that you have been tracking down a sloppy mess of bodies left by a vampire. Well guess what you have come to the end of the line…the vampire you want is right here. Surprise!" Sam hissed with his fangs descending in the process. He knew he must make a sight to look at, a tall six foot four man with shaggy brown hair standing in the parking lot with clothes covered in blood, glowing red eyes, and fangs and with dried blood around his mouth.

"What the hell has happened to you boy?" Bobby asked taking a cautious step closer to the vampire.

"Nothing has happened to me," Sam spat pushing away from the car so that he was face to face with the elder vampire. "I'm a vampire…this is what we do, we kill, we feed and then we do it all again. You should know that being a hunter."

"Yes other vampire's do but not you…never you boy…"

"Well you don't know me as well as you thought do you?"

Bobby took another step and reached out a shaking hand and placed this on the vampire's shoulder. "The Sam I know wouldn't kill another human; the Sam I know wouldn't run away from his family without word to where he was going…"

"THE SAM YOU KNOW IS DEAD!" Sam shouted shoving the hunter's hand away from him. He panted with the effort to reign in his temper, his self control had drastically reduced this past year and it was getting harder and harder to keep his temper in check.

"I don't believe that for a second…" Bobby stammered and the vampire sensed a form of doubt as an undertone to his words.

"Then you're a fool," Sam replied through clenched teeth, his hands tightened into fists against his side while he fought to keep his vampiric side in check.

"Think about what you are doing…what would Dean…" the hunter never got to finish his sentence as he was flung against the car by six foot four of a hateful vampire. Sam's hands fisted in his shirt while he snarled fiercely in the man's face.

"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT HIM TO ME! SHUT UP!" Sam shouted his voice echoing throughout the atmosphere making the few drunks stumbling home turn towards the pair before continuing on their journey. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE WOULD HAVE WANTED! THIS IS WHO I AM NOW!" Sam shook the man in his grasp before releasing him and stepping backwards.

Once again Sam held his hands out to the side as he watched the hunter straighten himself up once more. "I'm a vampire and I'm not going to stop being who I am meant to be. I'm a monster…I know you didn't come here for a chat…you have a job to do so just FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!" Sam shouted closing his eyes in the process.

The vampire sensed the hunter step towards him and he could feel the moment Bobby had picked up his machete. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for. He will soon see his mortal again.

"I'm sorry Sam but I can't let you go on this way…" Bobby murmured and the vampire felt the hunter take another step closer. This was it…"This is for the best…"

With those words the vampire expected to feel the cold slice of the machete against his throat but instead he felt a sharp sting. He could feel an unknown substance make its way through his bloodstream and with this a sense of fatigue washed over his body.

"I'm doing this for Dean…" was the last words the vampire heard before he was lured into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness…

TBC?