Nothing Left to Say

Tony: Okay, I really should have stuck with Nat. What happened was, I ran to the closest cementary, and since it was day, I went to a tree and slept under it. Things happened, accidentally met hunters, and they captured me, didn't believe I was a Winchester, didn't totally believe I drank any blood, and were now interrogating me with knives coated in dead man's blood.
After a half hour of this is when my phone decided to ring. One of the hunters took it out of my pocket. "Who is this?"

"Natalie Winchester and I suggest you put my husband on the phone now."

"Natalie Winchester?" I heard him say in disbelief. My heart lifted at her name. "Prove it," he challenged while his partner drug the tip of his knife down my arm. I tried to hold my yelling back, but couldn't.

"My dad's name is Dean Winchester, my uncle's name is Sam Winchester. I sold my soul two years before I started the Zombie Apocalypse to bring Kevin Tran back from the dead. You currently have Tony Winchester, my husband, in your custody. He hasn't had any human blood and was turned earlier today protecting me. My dad and uncle like having him around so I would suggest you let him go before we come after you. Kevin has already traced this call."

He seemed to hum a bit in thought. "What if we didn't do that. What if we show you Winchesters that you don't always get what you want. Natalie, you're a hunter. It's now his natural instinct to kill humans." I was about to protest when they drug the blade along my face.

"Well we can cure him so..."

"There's no cure once he's had blood. I can put him on the phone, so you can say your last words."

"He hasn't had blood moron. Plus apparently you want a child to grow up without their dad." I had headphones in so I could text Sam and Kevin and talk on the phone.

He seemed to ignore whatever Nat just said and held the phone over to my ear. "Nat?" I murmured.

"Sam's already at the house."

I nodded a bit. "I'm sorry I ran away."

"It's ok, I understand why you did."

I took a deep breath. "I think it's because I'm so in love with you is why your scent..." I tried to get my breathing under control. Just thinking about it drove me nuts!

"I know."

I closed my eyes. "I can't feel my arms."

"We'll get you out."

"I know." Suddenly, one of them drug a knife along my arm. I hated to yell while she could hear.

I flinched slightly, "My dad made me go to the hospital, it's aweful."

"I'm sorry. Get better soon, okay?"

"I'm on Bedrest for 2 months."

"Dang, I'm sure. It's my fault, I had to double back for that stupid gun." I held back more yelling as they seemed to be getting bored by now.

"It's not your fault." I sent another text to Sam telling him to hurry up.

They started pulling the phone away. "I love you!" I called before they threw it down on the ground, breaking it. Oh man... the first thought was "I'm so dead."

The phone cut out so I guessed they had broken it, but Sam was already there so...

The guy cut his arm. The sight of his blood made my breathing heavy. I tried to calm myself down, but my hunger was torture. I felt like I was going to die of starvation as I watched the blood drip down onto the floor. I tugged at the restraints, and he smirked.