This is all my fault [Daryl Dixon]

CHAPTER 1-When the Devil gives you help-

"You can't escape this anymore, Ana. Every person you know, your brothers, your friends - you - are all going to die when I'm done with all this.", she looks at Dean and keeps up,

"-And this,"
Her arms are wide open as she breathes in the cold air. Amara turns back to me with a stare as cold as ice, yet full of burning pride.

"It's just the beginning."

I feel Sam's hand tightening on my right wrist, desperately trying to move me aside of Amara's sight view. The car only a few feet away from us, my subconcious screams for the option where we could make it in one sprint (if nothing would explode at our faces). It says we would be safe, maybe not for long and maybe not after it all ends but we'd be gone long before she could strike.

Sam nudged me in the ribs again but I didn't budge; my legs were paralysed. I needed to be sure that this fight was over once and for all.

I cocked my gun, aiming it at the woman in front of me. A drop of sweat runned in between my fingers.

"You're the one who's gonna die.", I spat furiously.

Her shoulders relaxed and our gaze met for a split second. I felt myself falling into void as it swiflty engulfed my body, my arms. And soon enough I wasn't able to feel Sam's grip anymore. Everything had disappeared around me as well. From the shiny rays of sun coming through the windows to the bright lights from the front beams of Dean's car. Until irrelevant pictures flashed before my eyes. A jasmine flower as white as snow, it's petals drowning in blood and a young woman screeming at a limp body.

Then, something snapped. My eyes shot back open and I understood that neither of us had moved. A hissing sound distracted me from the sudden flashes of light. An evil smile curled the edges of her lips when the windows explosion startled me. Everything became so fast. Sounds resonated in my head, shattering every sense I had. Someone ran over to me, engulfing me under their jacket with tight arms pressed against my body. The smell of cologne and old whiskey emanated from the person and subtle warmth grew around me. I heard Dean's screaming voice and my eyes shot back open. His face was so bloodied from all the small cuts, I couldn't even distinguish the freckles on his nose. It was only later on, when he fell near Amara's feet with his arms spread open that I realised the reason behind his agonizing scream. It all resolved around a piece of glass. Groans of pain invaded the abandoned factory in a matter of seconds, mixing up my emotions. Everything was chaos - inside and outside my mind. Anger pulsed trough my veins, my blood boiling hot, yet I swear I could feel a deep cut inside my chest and all I wanted to do was scream with all the voice I had left.

All of a sudden as I launched myself forward, Sam's grip round my torso stopoed me and held me close to him, far away from getting hurt. Away from making it all worse. Truth is, it was already. That filthy Amara had dared to hurt my beloved brother and it only was a matter of time before she'd pay back.

Right before my eyes and in complete disbelief, I watched as the Darkness spread itself in a black, thick smoke, enveloping every corner, every single hole as well as the lying body of my brother. The last thing my teary eyes caught being his blood spurting from the deep wound.

"Why did you leave me?", Dean's voice ringed through my head back and forth.

I just had time to blink one last time before the thick shadows took me away as well.