WARNING! This may be a trigger, as it involves, well, rape, for lack of a better word. Strange, angsty, love/hate rapeyness and murder. Don't worry lovelies, this should be the only occurrence. Don't let it intimidate you, that's why I posting two chapters at once.
Prelude
"Don't say anything if you remember, I don't want to hear it." A voice floated over his head, almost calming his sudden panic. His vision and mind clouded and confused. He bent forward and clutched his head. Rubbing his hands down his skull and face, he forced his eyes open. She sat there, hands clasped in her lap. Her porcelain face etched with worry.
"Pandora?" His confused voice croaked, his hands reached out for her. At her recoil he sobbed, his body retching with emotional pain. "I know you must be confused, I didn't expect you to be anything more than a vegetable by now." His head lifted again, Pandora had moved towards him, her hands reaching out in concern.
"Why, why am I here?" He stumbled forward, Pandora reached out to catch him automatically. Her emotions muddled, she held his now fragile body to her own. "I don't remember myself." His whisper chilled her as his face tilted up to meet hers.
Pandora moved to fall back, but his arms wrapped around her with new found strength. Her lips were stiff at first, but when he groaned into the kiss she melted. It was different, his mouth running down her neck was relishing her like a man starved of water.
He felt as if she had been dangled in front of him for years, and now she was finally his to take. Her voice whispered words of ceasing. She begged for him to pull away as her dress slipped over her shoulders. "Why?" He asked, his voice husky and muffled by the soft skin of her naval. Pandora moaned lowly as his lips snaked downward.
"I don't want to break his heart." His head popped up quickly, their eyes meeting. Their gaze held for a moment, Pandora's breath shaking with a strange lust and fear. He was going to ensure Crowley had something to remember when he returned. Rushing up her body he wretched down his trousers. Pandora began to struggle as he released himself.
He pushed up her skirts and draped his other arm over her collarbone, holding her in place. With a grin he ripped her panties off. Pandora shrieked, begging him to stop. A mighty thrust of his hips had him inside of her. His head lolled back and he groaned loudly.
Pandora screamed again, tears running down her face. He grunted and quickly began pumping into her. Pandora's hands clutched his chest, her body pushing into the cold floor. Her begging came out between moans and gasps. Once her screams turned to pleasure, he removed his arm.
Pandora was losing her words. All she could utter now was Crowley, a begging, lusty, dirty version of the demons name. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her first climax exploding powerfully. He did not falter however, his assault just rejuvenated by her shaking body. His heart ached for her, watching her chest bounce as tears ran down her face.
She would never know how he felt, truly, Crowley's sick and unending love for her was deeply ingrained in his vessel. It had forgotten everything, lost all of its previous life. But the raging passion Crowley held for Pandora had stirred the vessel a new life. His body lusted after her with an uncontrollable need.
After another screaming orgasm, Pandora began sobbing desperately. Her walls clutching and pulsing around the vessel's member. He would not let himself follow her, his pace growing ever harsher. Suddenly he wanted to hurt her, make them both pay for what Crowley had taken from him. And make her bleed for keeping his soul alive in such a dissipated state.
His hands wrapped around her neck.
Pandora gasped for air, her legs fell and her hand flew up to grab his own. She mouthed his name, the demon, and her eyes bulged. His pumping paused, her tears still flowing. He twitched inside of her, but no longer did she moan. His hands released her, emotions becoming fuddled again. Pandora tried to twist and run, but he grabbed her arms, pumping and assaulting her again. Her screaming faltered at first, air rushing to her lungs still.
His fingers left marks on her neck, and were now digging painfully into her wrists as Pandora screamed. Her begging no longer held a wanton tinge, it was pure fear now. Pandora's eyes squeezed shut and she sobbed. He let out a savage scream as his release exploded stars in front of his eyes. Falling back from her, Pandora lay there mumbling and crying pathetically. Rage overpowered him, he grabbed Pandora's neck again.
Her eyes bulged again, her hands scratching at his own desperately. Her naked and bruised body convulsed violently. His fingers pressing into the soft muscles of her neck. His eyes blurred with tears as Pandora's body fell limp. The vessel sat there, half naked on the floor, staring silently at Pandora's corpse until Crowley returned.
The door slammed open, a stout but well dressed older man stepped in. "Looks like sleeping beauty has awakened." He quipped in an English accent, his mouth poised to continue but was cut off as he took in the whole scene. The anguished memories of being two decades without her burned through his soul. The pain he held watching her grow into a woman.
Then the anger overtook Crowley, his hands balling into fists as he screamed. The sound ungodly, pure and seething hatred. The previous vessel shook, fear bringing tears over his face. Crowley smoked out of his new vessel, ensuring on his way out that the mind was dead.
As much pain and torture that he could inflict upon Pandora's murderer was nothing compared to what he could do to him as smoke. Crowley destroyed him, made him a husk of what last shreds of humanity he held on to. Killed him so slowly, he would never know when he took his last breath on Earth, or his first breath in Hell.
