A/N: This is going to be a Supernatural (Crowley) fanfic. I know where I want it to go, i'm just figuring out how to get it there (: Please leave reviews, I would really appreciate them because it will help with my writing 3

Kathryn rested her head against the toilet seat, cursing the monster for being stronger than her will. Heroin, it was beautiful and deceiving at the same time. It chewed her up and spit her out but she couldn't help herself, she kept going back. The coolness of the bowl sent chills down her spine, giving her the stability she needed. Again, she gave in to the need. The raw ache the drug had left with when she had run out. She would do just about anything to get more. In the beginning of her use there were things she had written off that she would never do to get high, but the need for more and more grew and the opportunity to get fast money was less and less. She began to steal from her family, prostitute herself, steal from houses, and put her drug of choice into a needle that went into her arm. Her father wanted nothing to do with her and her friends didn't care anymore, they had tried to help but they got no where. Before she needed her drug to survive she swore to herself that she didn't have a problem, she was only having fun. Now it wasn't fun anymore, she needed her drug every day to keep her from getting sick.

As a child she was well known in school for her straight A's. She was a good kid one that never got into trouble. It all went downhill after her mother, Shari, died when she was only 16. She had came home from school one day to find her mother laying on the dining room floor in a pool of her own guts and blood. Her beautiful blue eyes turned into a lifeless gray, shining brighter with the color of her skin completely gone. Kathryn let out a shrill scream, after that she remembers nothing of that day. She plunged into a deep depression after that. She was close to her father, but nothing like her mother. Her mother was everything to her. She was her light beacon in the dark, her lifeline. Without her mother she was lost. Kathryn started to skip school to smoke weed with her newly found friends that didn't care about their future either. She got snagged into a constant downward spiral that her best of friends tried to bring her out of. Their constant nagging only drew them farther and farther away from her. She ended up dropping out of high school and graduated to Heroin at the age of 20, today she is a lost, alone, and scared 23 year old.

She was currently staying at a hotel, where she was able to prostitute and use her drugs in peace. It was a fancy place but it was affordable and nobody bothered her and that was how she liked it. She rolled her head around trying to find the courage to get up. She could feel it in her body that she had overdone it again. Not too much to overdose, but enough to slip into a completely different world. She didn't mean to put too much into the needle, it just happened sometimes. She needed to get up and pay for another night but first she needed to find some more money. She stood on unhealthily skinny wobbly legs and staggered into the bed area where her clothes were thrown sloppily on the bed. Her entire wardrobe which only consisted of 5 halter tops, 3 skirts, and 2 pairs of high heels. She peered into the mirror and tried to smooth her hair down. Her vision was beginning to double, she had definitely overdone it. Her eyelids turned against her and slid shut, refusing to open.

"Damn." Was the last thing that ran through her mind as she fell face first onto the floor, knocking herself out for the next few hours.

Her dream was like most dreams, the day of her mother's death. She could never clearly remember but she always knew something happened more than just her mothers death. She stood over her mother on the floor like every other dream, but something was different this time. She could feel another presence in the room. She slowly looked over her shoulder to see a mysterious black figure in the corner. Kathryn could almost feel its gaze, it made her really uncomfortable. It started to approach her. That's when she snapped out of her dream.

Kathryn awoke to someone banging on the door.

"Coming!" she yelled.

She had fell right in between the foot of the bed and the entertainment center where the television sat. She stood up and walked to the door, her head was pounding. She opened the door but left the door chain locked.

"Hello?" She said as she peered out.

It was a man who looked very frustrated. His face had deep lines and was balding with grey hair. She guessed him to be late 40's.

"Your time is up! You're going to either have to go to the office to rent another day, or leave."

She barely had 10 dollars to her name, there was no way she was able to get another night tonight. She would have to go to her alleyway or find a guy to keep her for the night.

"Alright, I'll head out now."

"Make it soon."

He turned away to leave and she shut the door. She checked everywhere to make sure she didn't leave anything, stuffing everything into her zebra backpack. She didn't have much so it wasn't hard. Before heading out she pinched off a little bit of the monster and cooked it into a needle, sliding it into a vein. She gasped as she undid the belt on her arm. Soon she would have to switch veins, they would get blown out and would have to heal from the abuse. She wasn't high, just not sick.

Kathryn put on fresh clothes to leave, she would have to make money tonight. Throwing the backpack over her shoulder as she left.

She walked into the office to hand back the card key. The desk lady looked up disapprovingly but didn't say anything. She always had that look, but never said anything.

"See you another time, Carrie." Kathryn said over her shoulder.

"Bye Kathryn, please be safe tonight."

She left.

Kathryn walked down the row of rooms, looking for her prey. She needed to spend the night somewhere and get some money, finding a man is the only way she knew how to get both of these things. There was a man walking in front of her towards her. He had this aura around him that made her know he was a predator. Even knowing this she still felt drawn to him. Something in her was excited and afraid at the same time. He had money, she could tell by the expensive looking tailored suit he wore. The suit was black on top of black, no other colors were visible that she could see. It was so elegant and demanded respect at the same time. He was right in front of her and her body shook a bit. She hoped he didn't notice, but he did.

"Hello, sweetheart." His voice sounded like a sweet mixture of sandpaper and silk all in one.

"Looking for some fun, baby?" she responded trying to muster all of the confidence she could summon.

His face cracked into a smirk as he looked her up and down. His face was drained of color, perhaps he too suffered from her monster.

"You're offering your services to me? Are you sure I would not break you? You are such a lovely little thing."

"I can handle more than you would think." As she puffed her chest out trying to seem fuller than she really was.

He pulled his lips back into a smile and snickered.

"I don't doubt that by the look of you. Come to my room, show me all that you can handle."

He turned around and led her into a room which wasn't far away. When she walked in she was engulfed by a repulsive smell. She knew that smell anywhere, it was death. She tried not to seem nervous as he guided her in towards the couch. She had a gut wrenching feeling that she should run. She darted her eyes around the room until she spotted two bodies drained of color on the ground. She went to scream but everything went black.