AN- NEW STORY, FIRST STORY, DAYUM. Hope it's good ~ I dunno... Peace out y'all
Kitten x

The King's kitten

Chapter 1

The house was oddly cold when I arrived, I came in and hung up my coat by the door, shivering before crossing through to the kitchen where I set down my bag and grabbed an apple from the counter. I leant on the counter a moment as I took a bite out of the fruit, taking a moment to notice the lack of warmth in the room. I sighed and went to turn on the heating, smiling as it hummed to life, cuddling up to the boiler a moment while the house began to heat up.

I wasn't a fan of the cold, and after having to walk home from class, due to a lack of fuel for my car, I'd had enough of freezing, so finding myself in a cold house hadn't made my day.

I abandoned the boiler and trudged to the study, sticking close to the radiators as I passed, dancing my fingers over the tops of them as I went, warming my numb fingers. I reached the door and paused. I had left it closed this morning so that it would stay warm whilst I was out, so why was it now open?

Instinctively I reached for the knife in my pocket. I might have gotten out but I hadn't let myself go rusty, spending hours at the weekends practicing, even going out for the occasional, small and insignificant, hunt. I gingerly stepped closer to the door, my hand wrapped around the handle of the blade, gripping it tightly, in case I needed it.

A deep inhale immediately told me what I was up against. A demon. Bloody fantastic, I inwardly groaned, slowly pushing the door open, peering in. As far as I could tell, no one was there, but I could smell it, so I stayed close to the wall as I slid into the room. I noticed the office chair was facing the window. That's when I saw him.

"Gonna stand and stare all day, love?" He smirked as he spun lazily in the chair.

I found myself at a loss for words; his accent had caused me to physically shiver, though I told myself it was only the cold in the room. He had me pinned under a soft yet intense gaze and appeared to be studying my features, making me feel a little uncomfortable, and oddly exposed.

"Wha- Y-you... how?" I stammered, noticing that I was pressed against the wall as if getting any closer to him would mean my end.

He just smirked and watched me. That's when it dawned on me, he had been waiting. Waiting... for me. I shifted uncomfortably and slid back towards the door, which closed instantly. I squeaked and stopped in my tracks as the demon's gaze resumed it's travels across my body, pausing every now and again on certain features of my anatomy. I squirmed under his stare and tried in vane to maintain my dignity.

"Demon. Crowley. Nice to meet you, and you are?" He muttered, seemingly bored of my silence and offended by me not introducing myself.

I wanted to scream. I'd heard about him, Crowley, King of the crossroads, or more recently, King of Hell. The boy's had had their fair share of run-ins with the king and very often made it obvious their dislike of him. Often spouting long and biased stories of their encounters, making it clear that he had a habit of interfering at the worst of times.

"Chrystal Alvarez... Hunter" I added, hoping he'd detect the hostile venomous tone. He didn't.

"Cute name... But I think I'll call you kitten. I think it suits you better." He smirked again and I physically shivered. "Like that?" he added, noticing.

I glared at him but said nothing. Kitten. What sort of sick game was he playing, giving me a pet name. Treating me like...a pet? I shook the thought from my mind and stepped closer.

If he was playing a game. It would be safer to play along, right?

He smiled at me and gestured to the chair beside him. "I'd like to have a chat... if that's okay with you?" I nodded and sat. He smiled and continued. "So, Chrys, I assume you're wondering why I'm here, how I found you and an assortment of other such questions, correct?" He was.

"Well... Yes... I am..." He smiled. "But I have some other questions too..."

"Of course, I'm sure you do, in due time however, pet." I flinched at the pet part but he seemed to not notice. "Now, as for why... I have a deal to make... but here me out first... How, however, is a little easier to answer, your buddies, the Winchesters. They told me where I could find you." I cringed.

"Damn them! Why?!" He just laughed and shrugged.

"Compromising situations..." I frowned at him but brushed the comment aside. "Anyway... Down to business" I frowned and shuffled my chair back a bit.

"You said something about a deal?" I tried not to shudder at the thought. "What about it?" He grinned.

"Yes, the deal... I want you to do me a favour... a few favours" I chewed at my bottom lip as he spoke. "In fact, I propose a trade of sorts"

"What could you have that would make me do anything for you!?" I spat. He looked offended.

"I have the Winchesters souls" I froze.

"No... They wouldn't give you their souls" He shook his head. "They wouldn't!" I glared at him.

The boys had their bad days but they weren't stupid. They wouldn't give their souls to Crowley, of all people.

"Correct. which is why I took them... Why ask permission when you can just have?" Of course he had.

I tried to launch myself at him then, only to find I was stuck in the chair. I tried in utter vain to move but found myself pressed further into the chair. Then He stood and leant with his hands on the arms of the chair, his face inches from mine.

"Let me go!" I screamed, but he didn't even flinch. In fact, he laughed.

"No, I haven't finished. I am willing to give the boys their souls back, but as I said, I want a trade. Their souls, for your eternal service as my personal slave... as my kitten" He smirked, seemingly proud of the situation he had me in.

"And if I refuse?" I threw him a bit with that, but he quickly recovered.

"They die"