Finally a longer fanfic about my OTP that I like to call "the door", because this pairing get's so little attention, it isn't really a ship, it's more like the floating door from Titanic. It keeps me and a handfull of other people barely over water, because there isn't enough fanart to cling to.
So if you like the pairing, you can find more on my tumblr - /blog/royaltyofhell
And I really hope someone get's inspired to make more Crowna fanwork :)
The wipers worked on high speed as Donna drove along the muddy road. The rain came down in big droplets and she had problems to see through the dark night.
This wasn't how she'd imagined her long overdue vacations. She was tired and hungry and had no idea where she was. She should have reached her motel an hour ago, but it seemed as if at some point she had taken the wrong turn and now she couldn't find her way back to the main road.
She let out a string of profanities and cursed everyone and everything on earth for her being lost, especially her former husband. If he hadn't cheated on her with that slutty girl from the coffee shop, they wouldn't have had a divorce and she wouldn't have tried to show the world how freaking fine she was by realising her dreams of traveling the world.
Now she was somewhere on the east coast of the United States, desperately searching for the next place to sleep this night.
She took a quick look at the antique street map that came along with the rusty rental car.
Too late she saw the first road sign since miles fly by out of the corner of her eyes. Immediately she hit the brakes and the car came to a slippery stop. She shifted the gear into reverse and nudged the gas, but the old Dodge didn't move. She pushed the pedal further and with a great amount of soaring mud, the wheels started spinning.
"Brilliant", she thought as it dawned on her that she was stuck for good. "Bloody brilliant!"
With an annoyed sigh, she tucked up her jackets collar and stepped out of the car. Her feet sank deep into the wet dirt and she had problems to walk without losing her not so weather-fitting shoes. The map didn't really keep her save from the rain as she held it above her head, and she was soaked before she even reached the street sign.
It was difficult to read without a better source of light then her cellphone but she managed to find out that Woodbine was only five miles away.
Great, this was definitely not part of the route she had planned to travel.
She unfolded the map to see how far away from her actual road she was and let out a frustrated cry as the drenched paper just ripped apart in her hands.
This can't get any worse, she thought before she even found out that her phone didn't get any signal.
Weighting her options in her mind, she decided that five miles weren't that far to walk and no way in hell she would sleep in this smelly vehicle with those suspicious stains on the seats. After a good nights rest in a comfy bed she could come back with help and get the car out of the mud.
Determined to find the next motel, she started walking down the road, now and then cursing the damn americans, who couldn't build proper streets.
The rain had lessened and the clouds slowly went away to make room for the bright shinning moon.
Donna had already walked for some time as she thought she could see some light further down the road.
She squinted her eyes and, yes, there actually were two red dots in the dark. A car's rear lights!
A certain bounce came back into her steps as she hastened towards her salvation. As she moved closer, she could see two men standing on the crossroad next to the car.
They didn't notice her approaching, for they seemed to be to engrossed into their conversation.
"Excuse me", she called out.
One of the men whipped around, startled. The other one just gave her a short glare, before he turned back to his partner, but he was already fondling the car's door handle.
"My car's stuck and I need to get to the next town."
Before she could even end her sentence, the frightened man had jumped into tge vehicle and started the motor.
"Hey!", she screamed and started running after the him. "Hey, stop!"
But the guy didn't listen to her and Donna could only watch as the back lights vanished in the night.
"Yeah, thank's for nothing!", she yelled after him. "Leaving a lost woman on her own. I hope you'll burn in Hell!"
"He would have if it weren't for you."
Donna turned around in shock. She had already forgotten about the second man. She tried to calm her heart that was racing from the running and her sudden fear.
Get a grip, she thought, at least the self-defence course won't have been for nothing if this guy would try to rape you.
She walked back to him, but left enough space between them, so that he couldn't jump her without warning.
The man's face was still calm as if he didn't care that he was just left standing in the middle of nowhere. He wore an expensive looking suit under a black coat and his dress shoes still looked shiny despite all the sludge he was standing in.
As her eyes drifted back up to his round face, she could see that he had also looked her up and down, a boyish glint in his eyes.
"Well, the night's still young and I wouldn't like to have come all the way for nothing. So, fancy a deal?"
Donna's mouth fell open and she stared at him in an offended manner.
"Do I look like a prostitute to you?!"
He stared bewildered at her for a moment before he understood what she was talking about.
"Hell, no! That's not the kind of deal I meant."
"You better not, mister, or you'll know the taste of your own testicles before you can even drop your pants!"
A deep chuckle left the man's throat.
"Cheeky. I like that. What's your name, sweetheart?"
"Noble. Donna Noble",she answered with as much confidence as she could bring up. "And I'm not your sweetheart."
"Well, Mrs. Noble-"
"What?", she interrupted him. "Do I look too old to be a miss?"
"Are you a miss?"
"That's none of your concern."
The man started to look irritated.
"Well, Donna Noble", he started again, a little edge in his voice. "I can make all of your dreams come true. Wealth, fame, power, whatever that small heart of yours could wish for. You get to live the dream for, well, let's see" he crocked his head in thought as he seemed to get into some kind of business-mode. "How about five years?"
"Yeah, sure. And what happens after those five years?"
"Not much, your soul just becomes my property and I'll send some of my nicer hellhounds to get it and drag it down into the pit."
Donna snorted.
"Who do you think you are? The devil?"
"No, not the devil. I'm a demon. They call me Crowley, King of the crossroads."
"I have no idea what they've slipped into your drink, you mad man, but I don't have time for your little tea party. I've got to get to the next motel."
She turned around to walk away and shrieked as she stood suddenly toe to toe in front of that crazy man.
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?", he asked casually and before she could even react and slam her knee into his groin or make some other ninja move she had learned for situations like this, he had grabbed her by her shoulders and swept her off her feet.
Abruptly the world around her turned into a grey fog that started swirling around her and pressed against her body, making it hard to breath. For a short moment she wondered how fast the drugs that this Crowley seemed to have somehow given to her could have kicked in, when in the next second her feet were back on solid ground and her surroundings came back into sharp view.
They weren't standing on a muddy road at the end of the world anymore, but on the parking space in front of a posh looking motel.
Donna jerked herself free of Crowley's grip and looked around in bewilderment.
"Oh my God. You kidnapped me? You kidnapped me!"
"Hell, no! You wanted to get to the next motel and I got you here. Okay, it's not really the closest motel but I was so free to bring us somewhere more classy. Having the proper stage for our little deal, you know."
"I am so gonna sue your ass for this!", she screamed as she rushed towards the reception.
"Thank God!", she shouted out as she stormed inside and saw a young woman sitting behind the desk.
"You have to help me, you have to call the police. There's a weirdo who's talking about a deal. I don't know if he sells sex or drugs, but he kidnapped me!"
"Don't worry," the receptionist smiled. "You're safe now."
Donna could barely register the woman's eyes turning coal black, as she launched herself over the desk and on top of the redhead. She kicked and screamed, but her attacker was unbelievable strong for her small figure. She hold her still on the ground and bend her head down to take a sniff of the ginger hair.
"You smell delicious. I can't wait to rip every piece of flesh of your bones and devour it."
She trailed her teeth down Donnas neck to her shoulder, where she increased the pressure of the bite. Just as the skin was about to break and drew blood, the door was thrown open.
"Oi, scum!"
The receptionist let go of her victim and looked with wide eyes up to the man standing in the door.
Crowley strolled inside as if he was just interrupting a friendly conversation.
"That's my customer your about to eat."
"Crowley!"
She stared at him with a mixture of hate and fear before she slowly stood up and moved away from Donna.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was with you."
"Pity, but you know the rules, sweetheart."
He stepped closer to her and she looked legitimately frightened.
"You touch my souls, I'll burn your bones."
"No, please no!", she started to beg and shake her head as her whole body started to shiver.
A small smile crossed Crowley's lips as he snapped his fingers and in the blink of an eye the sobbing woman was gone.
Donna stood up on shaking legs and stared at the man, trying to digest what just happened in front of her.
"What the-", she started, but couldn't find the power to end her sentence. She pointed at the place were her attacker just stood a few seconds before.
"She was-"
"A demon", Crowley concluded for her.
"And you are-"
"Also a demon, but of a higher rank. As I said, King of the crossroads."
"So that's all true. What you've been saying, you really want me to sell you my soul?"
"Preferable."
Slowly Donna's face turned from disbelief to rage.
"That is so typical! I get cheated on, get a divorce, get lost in bloody America and now a friggin demon wants my soul and what did my ex-husband get? A 22-year-old, skinny Starbucks-slut!"
Crowley looked really taken aback now, but she continued regardless.
"What did I do to the universe that I deserve this?! My soul! He wants my bloody soul! You listen to me now, mate. I am sick of everyone pushing me around, wanting something from me. I'll have none of it anymore!"
"So, I won't get your soul?"
"No!", she screamed right into his face.
Whipping her hair dramatically, she turned around and went outside.
Crowley was already standing outside awaiting her but she didn't gave him a glance, not even wondering anymore how he could have moved so fast. She walked straight past him to the illuminated street.
A car passed and she waved her arms, but it just honked and drove past.
"I could bring you if you wanted to get anywhere else", Crowley offered.
"Travel by demon taxi, next stop hell?!", she snorted as she waved at another car. "No, thanks. And I don't want to get anywhere, I just want to get away from you!"
"And you're sure I can't convince you otherwise?"
A taxi pulled finally over and Donna jumped into the backseat without answering him.
"Obviously no. Well then, Donna Noble. Have a nice and long unfulfilled life."
He wiggled his fingers in a good-bye and she flipped him the bird. Then the car pulled out and drove into the night.
Crowley stood still on the sidewalk looking after the car for moment.
"I should have just killed her", he declared to no one but the cool night air before he too vanished, to go back to look after his business.
