Lae Rosalia De Lioncourt {Hybrid} {Zee's Sister} T_L Sam Winchester



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04/04/2024 

The Gem of Chaldea
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In truth Lae knew this day would come, but as the days and months came and went; eventually becoming years, perhaps she had become somewhat complacent and although she had known danger before, upon seeing Tennyson’s gnarled and mangled body on the screen of Sam’s computer the previous evening, it had hit home exactly what it means to be the protector of the Gem of Chaldea and the connotations it held for all of those in her vicinity and it was then that she knew that it had caught up with her, that ‘they’ had caught up with her. Of course she had kept quiet; she did not wish to draw Sam into her upcoming battle, and besides he had left on a case with his Brother just that morning, which worked out well for all intents, he would be safe, well as safe as he could be in his line of work. She sighed softly, the bunker was ever so quiet with the boys gone and Zaniyah too, even just for a few hours. Her Sister had popped to the local hardware store that secretly doubled up as a magic shop. Lae was unaware if the Brothers knew of its hidden ‘secrets’ but she and Zee had frequented it on occasion. In this moment she wanted for nothing more than to be wrapped up in Sam’s arms, but she could sense the events unfolding and closing in on her. Their safety was all that mattered now, as well as protecting the Gem from falling into the wrong hands; a private proclamation she had made years before.


 Momentarily her current landscape dissipated as she became swathed in memories of the past and images of that day in the Italian marketplace, where it all began;

 The quaint marketplace was a bustle of vendors peddling their wares for the most profit attainable and unassuming shoppers and tourists alike looking for a bargain or three. Lae took in the sights and sounds; living breathing images imprinting on her mind so that she could recall them as and when she desired. New memories amassing with those of her childhood, of her Mother, Father, Sister and Brother; laughing and teasing one another, of her home with its picturesque grounds and woodland. Yes this place was almost as worthy as each of those images...the only thing missing; her family, although each was just a mere call away; a mind Skype simply wasn’t always enough. 


 As she reminisced fondly of her family, It was then that ‘Destiny’ for want of a word came knocking; in the form of Tennyson.  Lae’s wolven sensibility sharpened in their intensity; more so than was usual. The stench of blood assailed her nostrils and the tendrils of death seemed to be reaching forth, marring the tranquillity of the streets of Rome. With the abilities afforded her through her dna, she reached out with her mind. The voice of reasoning warned her to stay away, that it was of no concern to her, and yet the compulsion to follow the scent of blood and death was overwhelming. She had followed her senses past Hadrian’s Mausoleum and Janiculum Hill and found herself within the boundaries of St Peter's Basilica. Such an encroaching building that illuminates the skyline of Rome. Queues of visitors stretched from its entrance and around its circular boundaries. Further to the east of the Basilica to the River Tiber and down a set of stone steps, into a tunnel that led deep beneath the walls of the Basilica. Strange contorted bodies of otherworldly creatures that she had never seen before were strewn randomly throughout. The next images, jumped somewhat; Sensing Possible assailants in the distance, she moved rapidly toward their location. Once inside the deep underground tunnel; walls strewn with blood, led to an underground tomb. Where there were three males, only one of which was human, and who was bleeding out. Death was imminent, or so she thought. This was the one known to her now as Tennyson and before her very eyes, what should have been a fatal wound for any human, healed, as if it had never happened.



Before her memories of that day and her introduction to the Gem of Chaldea had a chance to deepen further, the sound of screeching, almost piercing her eardrums slammed her back to reality and into the present. The air outside was becoming thick and pungent but with no way to seep into the bunker, for all its protections. However those very protections were violently sounding off and she was unsure if what was outside could work its way into the bunker.


As luck would have it not only had she inherited her Vampyric nature from her Father, and her wolven genes via her Mother through her Grandfather's side of the family; as such, making her a hybrid, but her Grandmother's side were also blessed, as hereditary witches, and so she too was somewhat charmed with the majicks that her Mother taught her and Zaniyah as children. However she would need to draw away whatever manner of beast or demon was currently waiting to tear her apart in order to ‘acquire’ the gem. Fortunately she had pre-prepared in case of such an emergency, a batch of vanishing powder or rather confusion dust; A pinch of black salt, half a handful of poppy seeds, myrrh, a scrapping of red ochre powder, a smidge of wormwood, cutting of mistletoe, finely chopped wolfsbane; albeit, this was added with extreme caution, and lastly some powdered mica. The potion worked more or less like a perception filter, so as another’s eyes would merely gaze past what was being hidden from sight. She had used it previously, on the gem itself; which she currently had tucked away in a safe place but never had she tried it on anything living, and so she had no idea if it would actually work on a hot-blooded creature such as herself. Before attempting anything, she put in place a mind block, to keep her sister from discovering what was about to happen, and for her protection.


“Here goes....All in the preparation” She whispered, as she liberally showered the mix over her head, ensuring that her entire frame was covered from head to foot.


 Slowly Lae opened the large and somewhat cumbersome steel door of the Men of Letters Bunker; tentatively stepping outside. The atmosphere steeped in a thick mist. Carefully closing the door behind her, she moved further from the relative safety of the building with its protections when suddenly the same ear-splitting screeching sound as before returned with a vengeance. What felt like a hot rush of air whooshed past her along with a high pitched sound, causing her to falter. She stifled the low menacing growl that was building up within her larynx.  On the whole the invisibility potion was holding up; however something extraordinary knocked the wind from her sails, so to speak. Soon she realised it to be a dog whistle of all things, yet ten times the decibels of a normal one. Ear piercing, gut wrenching. It felt as if her ear drums were about to burst and the darkness would consume her, pulling her into unconsciousness but she fought harder to move, one foot in front of the other, yet it was like traipsing through treacle and each step became harder and harder. From the darkness that surrounded her, she could scarcely make out shape and form but they were there. She could sense their menace. If only that sound would stop she could function enough to escape.... All the while, the block that she had put into place between her and her Sister came crashing down, every sensation and thought, would in that moment, engulf her Sister....As if her thoughts had been heard and wish granted all sounds ceased, taking this lull as an opportunity, Lae took to her heals and ran as fast as she could. Out of breath and confused she came to a stop some miles from the bunker; yet not far enough for her liking. An abandoned farmhouse far away from any signs of life, all but the building adjacent to the dirt road, but even that seemed abandoned. Lae entered the farmhouse, paying no heed to the dust webs that saturated its every corner and crevice. She waited, watching; with keen eyesight, steadfastly from her vantage point, out of the window. Slowly she caught her breath as the pain in her head now diminishing to nothing more than a dull ache. Re-gaining her composure somewhat, she waited, unaware at this point that Zaniyah may be well aware of her current predicament.


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Lae Rosalia De Lioncourt {Hybrid} {Zee's Sister} T_L Sam Winchester

 



Lae froze, in part because of fear, but predominantly because she could feel her entire body once again begin to vibrate. So much so that it was letting off a low humming sound, emanating from just beneath her sternum. The thrum was becoming more intense as each moment passed. Her breath caught in her throat, and she dropped to her knees, clutching her chest. Her skin crawled with intense prickles, and she felt a heat, white hot flaring beneath her dermis. Her entire body began to tremble. “Nooooo, no, no, no, no…..” She gasped.
The disembodied voice echoed gleefully in the darkness. “Yes….Oh yes! It has begun!”

Overwhelming emotion dominated her senses..
And in an instant, the sounds that once permeated her ears fell silent. The voice in the darkness vanished, and the thrumb that vibrated through her body ceased.
Her vision blurred, and the landscape surrounding her melted away, and momentarily, time fractured. Taking Lae back. Back to the beginning. She was no longer in the farmhouse.

Once again, she found herself descending the stone steps adjacent to the River Tiber and into the tunnels beneath the walls of the Bascila. The strange, contorted bodies of her previous ‘visit’ were no longer evidence that something heinous had occurred here. There was a somewhat oddly serene feel to the tunnels that she had not felt previously. Pushing any sense of trepidation and even the modicum of exhilaration away that she was currently feeling, she entered the tomb where she had first laid eyes on Tennyson. He was there, full health restored, but with one difference: his dark hair was streaked with random white flecks. His smile, although warm, was etched with uneasiness, and he could not hide the concern on his face.
The smoky haze of burning sage wafted around the tomb, its aroma clung to Lae’s clothes, steeping into every thread. A circle of salt had already been placed on the ground. Tennyson looked at Lae. “There is something else we need for this,” He said, with a decorum of hesitation.
“Blood. Your blood, to be exact.”
Lae held out her arm in offering, without question. The ritual and procedure had been discussed in great length with her previously, however, the mention of blood had somehow been forgotten. Unintentionally or otherwise. But it made complete sense. Blood magick is one of the strongest in existence.

The nail of her index finger extended from its nail bed, transforming into a wolf claw. Using it, she sliced it down her arm. The blood quickly reached the surface as the male motioned to the salt circle. Understanding the meaning of this, Lae walked its circumference, letting her blood trail the entire circle. Mingling with the salt, the mix turned into a paste of sorts. Then, running her tongue across the wound on her arm, it healed immediately.

Lae lay down in its center, wearing just her jeans and a bra.

Four others entered the tomb. All male and robed. Their faces were covered. Men of the cloth, of God. All from the Vatican above them.
Each took one of the four directions: North, East, South, and West, outside of the circle. Tennyson entered into the circle, kneeling beside Lae. In one hand, he held a silver ritual blade, and in the other, the Gem of Chaldea.
“Ready?”
Lae did not reply, her willingness was implied by the fact that she was still there.
Around them, the robed clergy began to chant. Beginning low in a low, synchronized tone.

“Custodi corpus, clausa sit via,
Sanguis sacer, sigillum fiat.
Lux abscondita, mane in carne,
Virtus vetita, nunc obdormiat."

{{Translated:
"Guard the body, let the path be sealed,
Sacred blood, let it become the seal.
Hidden light, remain in flesh,
Forbidden power, now lie dormant."}}

Tennyson placed the tip of the blade to Lae’s sternum, carving an ancient rune into her flesh.
As he worked, the chanting rose in intensity. Once he had finished, he placed the obsidian gem onto the carved masterpiece. He began to speak an incantation, different to that of the clergy. As he finished, the chanting reached its crescendo. Finally silence.
The gem had vanished. It had embedded itself deep beneath the surface of her flesh. A small scar was the only evidence of what had just occurred.

Lae had felt no pain, but her mind was insisting differently. She had experienced pain with excruciating intensity. She remembered this, without a doubt. It was then that the rational side of her mind reminded her that this was not currently real and that she wasn’t experiencing this; It was merely a memory of the past event.

The room in the ramshackle farmhouse returned to focus. Lae could sense her sister was close. Just outside. “Zeeeeee!” Lae managed to muster the resolve to call her name. It felt as if she had had the wind knocked out of her, and she had no clue which way was up. And then, she felt her sister's voice brush her mind.
“There’s something in here with me…” She responded through their link.
Finally, with enough strength, she rose to her feet and launched herself toward the door. Hand on the handle, she pushed it down, shoving the door. It swung open with the greatest of ease.
Lae was expecting resistance from the thing that was in the house with her, and so it was no surprise when the door slammed shut, with such force that she was flung through the back wall. It shattered around her, sending plaster and splinters through the air.
The air leaving her lungs, as she tried to suck in a breath. Her entire body was racked with pain.
And she knew this was just the beginning…. She feared for her sister. Sam, and Dean too.. What had she condemned them all to? What had Tennyson condemned her to?

Posted by Lae Rosalia De Lioncourt {Hybrid} {Zee's Sister} T_L Sam Winchester on Wed Apr 30, 2025, 20:04

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Lae Rosalia De Lioncourt {Hybrid} {Zee's Sister} T_L Sam Winchester

 

What had she done? Questions now illuminated her mind. Should she have stayed in the bunker? Would she have been safe? No.. Every thought that entered into her mind was of a negative outcome, not just for her, but for those she loved also. Nonetheless, leaving the well-warded bunker had complications of its own, but, if Zee had returned into the midst of those things outside, Lae had no idea what they would have done to her. She could not…would not allow her sister to get hurt, because of something she started a long time ago. Something she had kept hidden from her sister; the one person who knew her inside out. Maybe more so than herself. And Sam, she had kept this from the man she was so unconditionally in love with.

But for now, she would have to quash all her worries and catastrophizing thoughts.

One thing she had not factored in was the breaking down of her psychic blocks.
“Zee?” Lae responded, slightly startled upon hearing her sister. Voicing the words out loud in addition to through the psychic link the sisters shared. Soon realising that all that had just occurred, Zee would have seen or even felt. She inhaled deeply.
“No.. no.. no. Sis…” There was a panic etched in her tone “I need you to stay away, I don’t want you to get hurt.…… wait. What do you mean? Where are you?” She paused, and once again her mind was momentarily awash with all manner of scenarios, along with the deep knowing that Zaniyah would not take notice of her pleas to stay away and that she would just as soon, be in the thick of it with her; side by side.
With some reluctance, lae informed her sister of her current position at the abandoned farmhouse, a few miles from the bunker. “But Zee, don’t take any chances.. If you can’t get to me safely.. Don’t..and I’m sorry. If something happens to me, I love you and tell Sam I lo…” The link with her sister broke off abruptly. Which in itself was anomalous.

Lae tried over and over to raise communication with her sister but to no avail, it was as if something was blocking it. Something powerful. She had to take it on trust of the universe that Zee was safe and well. Meanwhile, she feared that her glamour was no longer working or that the entities outside had somehow broken through her majicks.

As she watched the darkened landscape through the dirty window pane and contemplated her next move, she detected a shift in the atmosphere. All of her hybrid senses were forced into overload. The hum of an energetic vibration coursed through her entire body.
Lae could feel a presence within the room with her, and the air seemed to crackle with a strange otherworldly energy. This was something she had never experienced.
At that same moment, there was movement in the shadows outside. Although too faint for the human gaze, Lae had no problem seeing the dark figures shifting in the dark, as they began to descend upon the farmhouse. But as quick as they rushed forward they came to an abrupt stop, as if coming into contact with a magickal barrier; something of which she had not had the time to put into place.

She spun around to face the center of the room, but nobody was there “I know you’re here… Show yourself you son of a bitch!” Even as the words slipped from her mouth, Lae had the passing thought that she had spent too much time with Dean. In any other circumstances, this may have lightened the mood, unfortunately, this was not the time or place.
“Whatever it is that you want, you are not going to fucking get!”
From out of the darkness came a maniacal laugh that filled her with a sense of dread.

Posted by Lae Rosalia De Lioncourt {Hybrid} {Zee's Sister} T_L Sam Winchester on Fri Nov 01, 2024, 19:11

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