AN: Warning, this is going to be a lengthy AN. Now commencing. Anyway, so, this was my first time writing Ruby in anything other than an RP, and... Eh. I think she came across more like Ruby 1.0 than the 2.0 she's supposed to be, but oh well. Also, this is the first time writing a fic that didn't feature Cas or Dean. Title came from the H.I.M song, and I would just like to say I don't hate Ruby, due to her last minute confession monologue I think she thought she was doing Sam a favor, and I actually think she loved him in her own sick, twisted, demon way. Plus she probably kept him alive between season 3 & 4 like Lisa kept Dean alive between 5 & 6. AN, over and out.
Sam licked his lips and darted a glance at his watch for the fifth time in the past thirteen minutes and twenty-eight seconds. It was now exactly eight minutes and forty-two seconds since Ruby said she'd be there, and she's not there.
He looked again. Nine minutes six seconds and the clock was still ticking.
He was about to take another look when he heard a knock on the door. He was there in seconds, not even bothering to look out the peephole before unlocking the door and yanking it open wide, which in hindsight was a rookie mistake for a hunter to make. Luckily for him, Ruby was at the door.
"You're late," he said, his voice a low growl.
"By a few minutes. Damn, you need it bad, don't you?" she asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively.
"Yes, I do, so can we skip the foreplay and get right to it?"
Ruby whistled. "Why, Sam Winchester, you really know how to romance a girl don't you? All those manners and gentleman-like qualities are just about to sweep me off my feet!" she said as she shucked her leather jacket off, tossing it onto a chair. "Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for?"
Sam growled and grabbed her small frame, pulling her towards him roughly and smashing their lips together for a fierce kiss. They broke apart for air and she widened her eyes at him. "Thought you said no foreplay?"
"Shut up," he said, voice low and intent as he shoved her down on the bed. He kissed her again as his hand traveled down her leg.
"When's Dean coming back?" she asked breathlessly.
"We don't have long," he said as he pulled her little knife out of the sheath in her boot. He didn't hesitate as he pinned her arm to the mattress, quickly slicing her wrist open. She didn't gasp or cry out, just calmly turned her head and watched with fascination as he descended on her, lips sealing to the wound. She closed her eyes and smiled at the insistent pull of blood rushing from her veins.
It was over way too soon for her taste. It always was. Sam pulled off with a wet pop, licking his lips obscenely. "You better go," he said coldly. She didn't reply, just sheathed her knife and stood, grabbing her jacket and yanking it on. She opened the door and stepped out it, turning to look back at him.
"'Til next time," she said, pulling the door closed behind her before he could reply.
She calmly walked to her bright yellow car, sliding behind the wheel and starting it up. She looked in her rearview mirror, smiling at the sight.
She knew Sam didn't love her, not yet. But he would. He would see that he needed her for more than just the blood. She would lead him to free Lucifer, and he would know all that she did for him, that she was the best demon of them all, and he would love her.
She would make sure of it.