For the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul
'Cause I can't say no, no, I can't say no
Then my limbs all froze and my eyes won't close
And I can't say no, I can't say no
Careful
-bury a friend; by Billie Eilish
The bar had a wide variety of smells. From cigarettes to body odor; from alcohol to rather questionable prefer-not-to-say-out-loud kinds of smells. But there was one that stood out clear as day, despite the overwhelming cloud that seemed to hang above everyone's head. It was fear. Fear was the one thing that came out strong, that came out clear and crisp and absolutely delicious. Billie kept her focus on the fear, occasionally flaring her nostrils to get a better whiff. It seemed every patron in the bar had something they were afraid of, something they were trying to bury deep with alcohol and companionship. And while the thought of possibly consuming every person in the bar seemed nice — albeit greedy — Billie had her mind set on one person in particular.
His name was Leonard McCoy. He was young, talented, full of life and potential. Sadly, he was keeping secrets. Very big, rather dangerous, secrets.
Turning her head slightly, Billie caught a glimpse of him. Leonard was with a small group of friends, laughing and drinking. He had a head of curly brown hair, big green eyes, and a boyish look to him. Kinda cute, if Billie wanted to be honest. The corners of her lips turned up in a small smile before looking away. She looked down at the drink — whiskey — in front of her, at her left hand lazily tracing the rim of the glass. She'd been in the bar for a little over an hour, waiting for the perfect opportunity to do something.
Waiting until he goes home is always a good strategy, Billie thought. But then you'll have to deal with all his friends, which would be a complete waste.
Picking up her glass, Billie took a swig, downing the rest of her drink. The whiskey burned her throat, but she ignored the feeling.
Letting out a drawn-out sigh, Billie ran a hand through her hair. She had to figure out a way to keep herself entertained. Sure, she needed to keep her focus on Leonard, but sitting around and getting drunk was no way to spend a night. Even if it did sound nice.
Before Billie could even think of what else to do, there was a shift in Leonard's scent. It was becoming stronger, causing the young woman's nostrils to flare again, taking in more of the fear with each breath.
"Hey." The voice came from beside her, and that caused Billie's head to turn slightly, her gaze looking up to see Leonard. His green eyes were sparkling with emotion combined with alcohol.
"Hi," Billie murmured, eyeing him carefully.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here by herself?"
Again, the young woman felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward. Leonard was desperately trying to come off as flirtatious, and it was very humorous.
"Relaxing." A smile came across her face. If he was going to attempt to flirt with her, she'd at least go along with it. Besides, if she could convince him to leave the bar with her, then she'd be able to really wind down for the night.
"Do you mind the company?" Leonard asked, a bit of semi-drunken humor in his voice.*
"Depends." Billie's eyes slowly came over his features. "What do you have to offer?"
"Someone to talk to," he stated, "maybe even something more."
Humming softly, Billie pretended to consider his offer. She'd hoped he'd say something like that; something completely idiotic like "something more". All the others she'd hunted down had the same idea — something extra for their time and company. They never got that far, naturally.
"We could. . .always take it back to my place," Billie offered, keeping her tone soft. She gave him a gentle smile, hoping that was enough. "We don't have to keep it here."
That's when Leonard's smile seemed to widen.
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Billie had been in the business of tracking and preying for a long time. In fact, she couldn't remember a time where that wasn't part of her life. It was all she knew and all she was willing to know and accept. Billie, in her own opinion, felt as though she was doing the world a favor. By finding potential threats to the world, to the countless unassuming humans living around the world, getting rid of a few bad apples wasn't such a big deal. So as she walked back to the motel she was staying at, she couldn't help but glance over at Leonard. He was stumbling beside her, giggling softly under his breath while occasionally looking her way. Billie would've laughed if she had the chance, but she knew better to. She couldn't risk her performance.
A flutter of excitement erupted in Billie's stomach when the motel came into view. She glanced over at Leonard, who looked a little too giddy.
"I'm in that motel over there," Billie stated. She nudged Leonard's shoulder and pointed to where she was talking about. His eyes flicked over to the motel before glancing back at her.
"You're staying in that shitty little place?" he exclaimed.
"I'm not staying long," she murmured, "so what does it matter?"
Scoffing, the taller man shook his head before his smile seemed to widen. "Whatever you say," he said.
Brushing her hand against his, the young woman gently tangled her fingers with his, leading him, quickly, to the motel. Billie could feel Leonard's fingers wrap tightly between hers, and followed eagerly.
Glancing back at him one last time, Billie took in his appearance, his expression. He was still fairly intoxicated, not sobering up despite the dropping temperature from the setting sun. His eyes were glazed yet shimmering with excitement. He had a lazy, lopsided grin on his face and he seemed generally eager to please.
"Are you ready?" Billie asked, her tone gentle.
Leonard nodded quickly.
Finally making it to her room, Billie reached into her pocket and pulled out her room key and unlocked the door. Pushing it open, she motioned Leonard to go in first. He went in without hesitation. Going in herself, Billie closed and locked the door behind her.
"Why don't you sit down?" she suggested, not turning to look at Leonard. "Get yourself comfortable."
Hearing Leonard shuffle around for a minute before sitting himself on the motel bed. Turning around, Billie saw that Leonard had taken the initiative of taking his t-shirt off. Physically, he wasn't bad looking, but the young woman knew better. Giving him her best smile, Billie walked over and set herself on Leonard's lap and moves in, her lips inches from his. One of her hands slowly made her way to the back of Leonard's neck, and that was when she took action. Her dark brown eyes started glowing a bright blue, the hand she had on Leonard's neck became shrouded in a bright blue-like mist. And just as quickly as the coloration appeared, tattoos started making their way down Billie's arm. The hand she had on his neck tightened, and she could feel Leonard's body stiffen. His eyes had grown wide when he noticed the change in Billie's appearance, and his fear spiked dramatically. For the young woman, it was absolutely delicious.
"It's okay," Billie murmured, keeping eye contact with Leonard. "Just. . .let go for me."
After a moment, Leonard's body fell onto the bed, limp. His eyes had closed and his breathing, while labored to an extent, started to even out. A vibrant blue-colored hand print could be seen on Leonard's neck, and she let out a huff.
Going over to her duffel bag, Billie took out a flip phone and dialed a number. It only took a few rings before someone answered.
"Hey," she said, "I've got him." There was a short pause before she answered. "Yeah, the werewolf. I knocked him out for you, too." Another pause. "Why don't you come down here and figure it out. I've gotta get some rest and leave in the morning." The next pause lasted a full minute before Billie responded. "Whatever. Just figure it out, okay?"
Billie hung up the phone and looked over at Leonard.
What am I supposed to do with him for this long? she thought.
"Damn it," she murmured.
(A/N):
First off, I'd like to apologize for the wait on this chapter. I know it's ridiculous, but hopefully this chapter was somewhat decent. Just let me know what you think, okay? Constructive criticism is always welcome, my friends.
Nothing in the Supernatural fandom belongs to me. All I own are my OCs, my subplot, and the socks on my feet. If you've got ideas for OCs or subplots, be sure to PM me or leave a review. I'll add them in as soon as possible.
Like I said, leave constructive criticism where you think it's due. I'd like to know how I can improve my writing.
Thank you guys so much.
Skye Dominguez