Hello, everyone! Welcome to my first published story! I've written so many fanfics, but this is the first on I've had the courage to post. I don't own anyone except my OC. Enjoy!

"You can't run forever, darling." The voice came from behind her. Ivy ran as fast as she could, even though she knew it to be useless. He would catch her, no doubt about it. "Ivyyyy." He called out in a sing-song voice. She could no longer tell where it was coming from and in a panic, she stopped in an alleyway, her head on a swivel as she waited for him to appear.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and it was drowning out all the other noises of the city. The only other thing she could hear in that moment was her own breath, coming in short, ragged gulps. She couldn't see very well in the dim light of the alley, and for a moment she dared to hope that she had gotten away, or he had given up. But, there is no way he would give up. As Ivy felt her heartbeat finally begin to settle back into its steady rhythm, she heard a faint noise of shoes on pavement. Before she could turn to see where it had come from, she was thrown back against the brick wall of the alley. Her head hit the wall first, and made a sickening cracking noise before she crumpled to the ground.

"There you are, sweetheart." Came a rough voice from above her. Ivy slowly opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her tormentor. He picked her up off the ground and held her there against the wall with his hands pinning her arms above her. "I take it you know who I am?" He asked with a smirk.

Ivy's head pounded, but she managed to nod. "You're Crowley." She said softly. A grin spread across his features as he held fast.

"Oh, good. So you got my message!" He stated happily. Ivy glanced down, remembering what that hellhound had done to her. She was sure she was going to die that night, but it turned out that the beast was just a friendly reminder of her fate. She winced when she thought of the searing pain the invisible dog had left her with. Her back had not yet healed from that encounter. "Surely you knew you couldn't hide from me." He said deviously.

She looked up at him pleadingly. "I'm not the one who made the deal! How can you do this?" Her eyes stung with tears as she felt all hope draining out of her.

"Someone has to pay the piper, sweetie." He said softly into her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine. "Your father made a deal with me and yet he somehow managed to wriggle his way out of it and die with his soul intact. So, it falls to his next of kin." He smiled. "You."

"No, no please!" Ivy begged. She felt as if her legs were going to collapse beneath her. "I'll do anything!"

"What could you possibly offer me?" He sneered. "I already own your soul."

Grasping at straws, Ivy blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "My servitude!" Crowley laughed cruelly and then grabbed Ivy's throat in a vice grip.

"You've got spunk, kid. I'll give you that. But, honestly, what would I do with such a scrawny thing like you?" Crowley squeezed her neck a little and Ivy's face began turning a very unhealthy shade of red. She choked and sputtered under his grip and Crowley was about to end her misery (for the moment) when an idea crossed his mind. A sly grin spread across his face as he mentally patted himself in the back for coming up with such a devious plan.

Crowley released her and she gasped for air. "Tell you what, darling," he began, "I'll cut you a deal." Ivy looked up in bewilderment. "You work for me and I'll let you keep your soul AND your pathetic little life." This only served to make the girl even more confused.

"Why would you do that?" She asked in a quiet and hoarse voice.

"Chock it up to my high morals and compassion for the innocent." He said. "There is a catch, however." He held up his finger for emphasis.

"Of course there is. You're a demon..." She replied sourly.

"The catch is, you have to work for me..." He paused and narrowed his eyes at her. "...as a crossroads demon."

Ivy gaped at him in surprise and confusion. "What does that mean?"

"It means, you little twit, that I want you to make deals with humans for their souls." He stared down at her, assessing her reaction. Ivy still wasn't sure why he was even giving her this option. Was he just toying with her? Was he lying? "Tick, tock, sweetheart." He said, interrupting her thoughts.

She grimaced. What other choice did she have? It was either, die and go to hell, or become a slave to a demon. She wasn't sure which was worse. But, holding onto her soul sounded like the better deal. She nodded slowly. "Okay, I'll do it." She held out her hand to shake on it.

He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arm around her waist. "I always seal the deal with a kiss." He said huskily as he lifted her chin up with his fingers. She shivered and swallowed hard before closing her eyes and leaning into him. His lips met hers and she was surprised to find that they were warm. She tried not to think about what she was doing or what she had just agreed to become. It was too much for her right now. Her free will was gone and in essence, her life was over.

Crowley's hands reached down to grab her wrists as his mouth moved against her. She felt like maybe this was a bit above and beyond what he normally did when 'sealing a deal'. Just as she thought that, she was shoved roughly up against the brick wall again. She hissed in pain as she felt her head throb and, then, suddenly her wrists started to burn. She pulled her face away from him and looked at her arms where he held them against the wall. His hands glowed bright red and she could feel her flesh searing beneath them. Ivy started to scream, but then Crowley let go of her and the pain was gone. She looked at her wrists and found that she had metal cuffs on each of them.

"What are these?" She asked. Crowley smirked and snapped his fingers. The cuffs glowed bright red and in the middle there appeared a red chain connecting the two cuffs. They were shackles. Crowley snapped his fingers again and the chain disappeared, as did the glowing. Ivy's head dropped when Crowley grabbed her forcefully and pulled her to him.

"You're mine now, sweetheart."