AUTHOR NOTES: This story is has my "version" hell in it. If you don't like it fine but NO FLAMES. It also takes speculates on other canon of the girls. I had a canon-checker (and I have watched all three seasons). I do want to mention one thing: Ruby SAID that the demons communicate somehow. So I created a way. So sue me.
Keep in mind that in mythology Lilith is the "destroyer of children and the seducer of men".
I. Bela
His nightly visits started when she was only ten-years-old. She didn't understand what was going on in the beginning, but knew in the core of her very being that it was iwrong/i. The way he touched he wasn't that of a loving father but of a cold-hearted unbalanced man. It was pathetic. She couldn't fight or cry or else he would slap her, forcing her to endure a pain that no child should. The staff had all gone to sleep or gone home and her mother was safely tucked into bed, at first unaware of her husband's disturbing visits to her daughter's room. The way he murmured her name "Abby" made her skin crawl, so she just closed her eyes and wait for him to leave again.
When Bela was fourteen, she'd had enough. Her mother had walked in on her husband doing the unimaginable, but she just backed up again, escaping the scene as silently as she could. Her husband didn't turn his attention from his daughter, but the girl's eyes sought the mother's blank stare, begging for help.
"Mum?" Abby's voice inquired in the morning. Breakfast was spread out in front of them as a completely meal of eggs, bacon, toast, coffee, and orange juice. The maid just disappeared behind the swinging door leading from the dining room to the kitchen. They were alone.
Abby knew that it was time to speak up. Any strength she had had vanished years ago, and the way her mother ignored what she saw with that cold, cruel heart of hers made Abby's blood boil in an uncontrolled fury. For years, she had tried to convince herself that if her mother knew, the woman would do something. After seeing her mother just leave without a word of protest told her she had been wrong to put her faith in the vile woman. She was no better than Abby's father.
This morning, her mother was gazing at her with a look of pure disgust. Abby felt a sickening hatred for the woman who had she tried to believe in all those years build up in her heart. It was unbearable. This woman – her mother – was supposed to protect Abby, but instead she was doing nothing. She blinked twice before saying, "Yes, Abby?"
"Last night…" Abby started slowly trying to gauge her mother's reaction. Maybe it was just a trick. Maybe her mother was just trying to get her father to believe that she was still in the dark and was going to whisk Abby away to somewhere safe during the night.
The cold look in the woman's eyes told her she was wrong. "What about last night? I slept all night. It was peaceful and undisturbed. I didn't even wake up once."
Abby blinked. Fury was creating tears in her eyes that her rapid blinking made spill down her cheeks unbidden. It wasn't sadness or despair. It was worse. She had been more than wrong to have faith in the woman. The woman was even worse than the monster she had to call her father. She was prepared to sit idly by and let it happen.
Abby was standing up at the table before she knew it. "Of course you didn't. I had a nightmare though."
Her mother nodded. "You're fourteen. Why would you be telling me this? You are not a child anymore."
Looking at her mother in the eyes, she nodded. "You're right. I'm not a child anymore." With that, Abby left the room while her breakfast only half eaten. Her mother didn't call her back, and the tears came cascading down her face. She was angry. She had no hope left. Her mother wasn't going to stop her father, and Abby was left to her own devices. But a fourteen-year-old girl had no chance at overcoming this on her own.
When she finally made it outside the house, she broke into a run. Her feet pounded against the pavement and grass as she headed to the only safe place she had left. The blond girl named Catharine was sitting on the swings already, gently swaying back and forth.
As she approached her sanctuary, though tainted by the other girl, she slowed her pace to a walk. Catharine turned as she grew nearer, making Abby feel as though the girl had known that she was going to be there already.
Catharine had shown up to the swing set located on the grounds of Abby's family's estate three weeks prior. The girl seemed strange to Abby, making her wary of actually engaging in talk. But soon, Catharine had told her that she, too, had a secret that she harbored deep inside her. But unlike Abby, she had no one she had faith in to help her.
The confession didn't phase Abby, she just shrugged not letting the inevitable interest should on her face as she looked at the blond girl.
This morning Catharine couldn't hide her concern when she saw Abby's tear-stained face. "What happened?" Catharine asked, without a proper greeting. The blank stare in the other girl's eyes made Abby recall the same cold look in her mother's as she stealthy denying what she had witnessed. Abby turned around, thinking that she'd head back to the house and come out when Catharine was gone.
"Abby? What happened?" Catharine persisted, pushing herself harder on the swing.
"Nothing. Nothing happened," Abby muttered, shaking her head in denial that seemed to run in the family. She slid unto the swing beside the girl despite her better judgment. She lowered her gaze, not wanting to look at Catharine's blank eyes any longer. It was bad enough she couldn't block out the girl's cold words. Catharine always seemed to be able to read her mind, especially when Abby didn't want her to.
"Something happened."
"Catharine!"
"Did she see?" The words were whispered and Abby's heart began to pound in her chest. "Did she see and do nothing?"
"What? What are you taking about?" Abby burst out at the girl, unable to hide the truth behind the girl's words.
Catharine turned away, looking out into the grounds. "Same thing happened to me. She saw and did nothing. I was angry and sad. It was suddenly a more hopeless situation."
Abby shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Catharine turned backed to Abby suddenly. "I can help you. And you don't have to pay me for ten whole years."
"Ten years?" Abby echoed, confused.
"I can get rid of them – both of them – and you won't have to pay me anything for ten years."
"I don't have any money."
"Payment isn't money."
"Then what?"
"Interested, are you?"
"No. I was—"
"If you want rid of them, to be free of the burden, I can help you."
Abby shook her head. "I have nothing to offer you in return." And the truth was, Abby didn't believe she could help. Catharine was a strange girl, that was true, but there was nothing a fourteen year old could do in this situation or else Abby would have done it.
"You have… your soul."
The words didn't hit Abby right away, but a moment later, the confusion was overwhelming. "What?"
"I'll get rid of your parents, and all you have to do is promise me your soul in ten years," Catharine offered, looking at Abby with probing, cold eyes. "I can do it."
"No you can't," Abby protested.
"Well, then agree to it and when it doesn't happen…" Catharine started slowly.
"Fine!" Abby yelled jumping up from the swing. "Fine. I'll do it."
Catharine grabbed Abby's hand without hesitation and shook it. "Then it's a deal."
For a brief moment while the blond girl was shaking her hand, Abby could have sworn that her eyes turned a deep, pitch black with red irises. Gasping with fear and shock, Abby pulled her hand from the other girl's and stood up. She ran back to the house as the anger of her mother subsided into fear of the strange girl's words.
i"Get rid of them."/i
What did Catharine mean? What would Catharine do? What icould/i Catharine do? Fear eroded at any residual strength that Abby had when her father came to her again that night. As he came over her, touching her in ways and places no father should touch his daughter, she only had one thought running through her head:
iI hope you die! I just want you and mother to die!/i
But no words came out of her mouth as he touched her. The door creaked a bit and Abby turned toward the sound. Her mother stood at the door, her mouth pressed into a thin line and tears in her eyes. Then her mother was gone, and the door was closing in the family's secrets once again.
The next few days ticked by in a routine that made Abby sick. Her mother would ignore her in the morning, pretending like she saw nothing. But every night, her father would come to her again, and her mother would peek in the door, watching the horror without stopping it. Abby kept going back to the swing set, hoping to see Catharine again, but the other girl never appeared. Four days later, Abby escaped the house to find Catharine sitting on the swing set.
"You lied!" Abby accused, running up behind her.
Catharine swung around, her eyes a shocking black with a stark red in the middle once again. "It'll happen tonight."
"You lied!" she repeated in a whisper as she took a step back from the frightening girl.
"Tonight. I'll collect my debt in ten years' time."
Abby shook her head. "I call it off!" she screamed. "You lied to me! Don't you dare try act like you haven't. You lied!"
Catharine smiled a cold, cruel smile that made Abby back away. "Ah, my dear, you can't escape this now. You already made the pact with me. Your soul will be mine for eternity in hell." Evil laughter erupted from Catharine's mouth and Abby couldn't take it anymore. She swung around and ran back to the house as fast as she could, running to her room, and throwing herself in desperate tears onto the bed.
iWhy can't they all just die? Why can't Mother, Father, and Catharine just die already?!/i she thought wildly and full of hate.
Her parents left to attend a party that night without saying goodbye to their daughter. Abby had lied to the staff and told them she wasn't feeling well, and they had believed her. Her parents couldn't be bothered with such a trivial thing as their daughter's well-being and health.
After the staff had retired for the night or went home, Abby went downstairs and grabbed food. She had refused dinner, because it had meant being in the same room as her parents. Just as Abby was heading up the stairway to her room again, the phone rang.
"Hello?" she answered the phone at the base of the stairs in the foyer.
"Abby, it is done," Catharine's unmistakable voice came from the other end of the phone before the line went dead.
Abby was still staring blankly at the phone when someone knocked on the door. She hung up the phone and went to answer the door, in a daze of confusion and fear. "Hello."
Two policemen stood outside the door. "Abby?"
She nodded.
"Can we come in?"
With those words, Abby's fate was sealed. She had ten years before her soul would be Catharine's in hell. Catharine didn't come to see her once after she heard about her parent's death in the car accident. Abby was shuffled from relative to relative before she turned eighteen. With the knowledge of Catharine, the world became a much colder place to live in. Things that she never would have believed before sprang up from the woodwork, making her frightened before she decided to embrace her new destiny. On her eighteenth birthday, she rid herself of anything that tied her to her family, but her money she inherited, and changed her name to Bela Talbot.
As Bela, she had nothing more to fear. She didn't even fear her past. It wasn't long before she had discovered ways to use her rare knowledge to make herself a comfortable life of luxury and privilege. Her parents were never mourned in her heart, making it easier for her to pull on the identity of Bela Talbot and shed her Abby skin, the useless, blind, weak girl she had once been.
The only thing that she regretted, ten years later, as the blood hounds came after her to take her soul to hell where she had promised to go, was that she had to go to hell for her parents' sins.