Long, slender fingers lightly tapped the surface of the table, the light pink tips sounding out an annoyance that the dark haired woman was feeling. She let out a sigh and moved her head from the window, pushed back the sleeve of her blue sweater and looked at the small watch that was placed around a tiny wrist.
"Are you just gonna order coffee? Because if you are, I need to turn over the table."
April Holland moved her eyes from her wrist to see the grumpy waitress standing near the table. In her hands, was a fresh pot of coffee. The woman's wrinkled face gave no hint of a smile. "Umm...I guess I can order."
The woman pulled a menu from underneath her arm and plopped it down on the counter. She then reached up into her black frizzy hair and produced a pen from behind her ear. "Watcha want?"
"I..I.." April stammered as she shyly smiled. "Two eggs over easy."
"Hash brown? Home Fires or Steak." The woman sounded bored and April had a sense that this had been..Doris...career.
"Hash browns and more coffee please."
After the waitress refilled her coffee, April looked back out at the parking lot, hoping to see a familiar blue Jeep Wrangler whip into the parking lot. Kara had never been the punctual one, but she had never been this late before.
A small smile played on April's lips as she remembered the first time she had met Kara.
April had been a new student and it was torture for her. Starting out as a freshman in high school was bad enough, but when you had thick rimmed glasses and frizzy hair, it was torture for her. She had been in the bathroom when she had been corned by the cool click. They teased and taunted her hair and glasses to the point it made April cry. That seemed to egg the mob on further. Just when April couldn't take the torture much longer, a short blonde storm came into the bathroom.
April had been certain that this new girl would get the wrath from her tormentors, but she was proven wrong. The girl was quick witted and easily smacked the girls down, not with her fists, but with her words. The two girls had been inseparable then, forming a bond that would last a life time. Kara was always there for April, standing up for her when she got picked on by girls and then later guys.
It was when Kara's mom was killed just before her 16 th birthday that April could finally pay her back. She had to watch her best friend crumble before her very eyes.
April let out another sigh as she reached beside her and fished for her phone that was at the bottom of her purse. She flipped open the screen and found her contact list and hit Kara's phone. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she heard the voice mail message.
This is Kara! You know what to do!
"Kara! This is not funny any more! Where the hell are you! If you don't call me back in the next 20 minutes I am going to come over there. You better not have a man in your bed." As those words came out of her mouth, April wished that would be true. That she would go over there to see that Kara's night had gone better than she was letting on. Maybe that's why she didn't call her about the date and wanted to wait till the morning.
"So, call me bitch." Her voice hitched in her throat as she just wished she could hear her friend yell Slut! It had been there odd way of affection between the two of them, something a stranger wouldn't understand.
The plate of food was plopped in front of her and April jumped back as some of the hash browns slid off the plate and onto the counter. The thought that something was wrong with her friend, made her stomach lurch. Suddenly, the thought of greasy diner food was not appealing to her. She reached for her purse and slid out some money and placed it on the table. She made up her mind, she was going to see if her friend was okay.
When she pushed open the glass door, she was greeted with a blast of cold air and she realized fall was coming to Colorado.
"Come to papa."
A loud husky voice echoed through the motel room as a pair of boots walked over to the first bed in sight. With a groan, the huge body crashed to the mattress, the cheek bouncing off the white bed spread. IT had a strange musty smell, but the giant of a man didn't care. He was that tired.
Dean Winchester wasn't sure how many shots he had, but it was enough to make his brain a little foggy. Some hot bar fly pressured him into drinking a shot called a...Purple Nurple? And his body was regretting that choice. IT was all for nothing, because she stood him up for some biker dude on a Harley. Go Figure. It was her loss anyway, Dean pegged her as a lousy lay anyway.
The motel opened with a groan and then a second later, it shut and rattled his brain even more. HE picked up his head and opened one eye to see Sam with the phone to his ear. He groaned again and placed his head back on the bed.
"I don't want to hear it Sammy," Dean kept his eyes pressed closed, just needing some sleep. IT had been, what?, a week since he last slept. His body was sore and he was tired, both mentally and physically. It had been only a month since their father passed. In those few months, Dean had made it his mission to kill every mother fucking monster that existed. Young or old, woman or man, it didn't matter. If they were a monster, they paid the price.
He wasn't the only one who had noticed a change in him, for Sammy watched his brother fall apart before his eyes. Dean wasn't the one to hash out his feelings, pushing his emotions deep down inside of him. This in turn put his brother on a path of self-destruction. Dean drank way too much and it scared Sam, seeing fist hand what drinking did to you and it was looking like his brother was following in the footsteps of dear old dad.
Sam heard the soft snores coming from the bed and he turned to see that Dean had passed out on the bed. He walked over to the second bed and slowly sat down, the phone still pressed to one ear, a large paw almost covering the phone.
"And are you sure he asked for dad?" Sam closed his eyes as he heard the voice on the other end reply with their answer. "OK.." Sam walked over to the table that was littered with empty beer bottles. He brushed his large hand over the surface to make some room. He took the stationary and pen and scribbled down a name. "OK Bobby...We..uh...are like a few hours from there." Sam clicked the phone shut and looked over at his sleeping brother. He wasn't sure he wanted to wake Dean and get his wrath. He was so quick to anger that Sam wasn't sure what would set him off, his brother was a ticking time bomb. He took his boot and reached over between the space of the two beds and kicked it.
Dean snorted and his green eyes fluttered open to see Sam. "What the hell Sammy? I was sleeping." His voice was husky as he sat up from the bed, a large hand rubbing over his face, scratching the stubble that was on a square jaw.
"We have a job."
"Like hell we do," Large steps took him to the table where a half-empty bottle of scotch was sitting. He twisted off the cap and took a huge swig of the liquid, not even grimacing at the burn.
"Bobby wants us..."
"I don't give a damn what Bobby wants," Deans voice was dark as he bellowed at his brother. He was tired of the hunts. Tired of the death, the destruction, the loss. "I need a few days off, Sammy."
"What? Huh? To drink yourself into a stupor?" Sam jumped up from the bed. He may be a few years younger than Dean, but he towered over him. Sam was six-foot four of muscle and he more than once proved he could kick his brothers ass. IT was apparent that Dean knew this because his eyes squinted at him. "Bobby pleaded with us Dean. This is important to him."
"We can't save everyone Sam. There are plenty other hunters out there who can take this job." Dean took another swig of the scotch and wiped his mouth.
"That may be Dean, but Bobby.."
"It's important to him, yeah, yeah." Dean slammed the empty bottle down on the table and put his large hands on the surface and dipped his head. He knew that if he didn't take this job, Bobby would tear his ass this way to Sunday. "Why? Why Sam? Why us?"
"Because...of mom.."
Dean's head snapped up and his green eyes slid dark as he stared his brother down, feeling his body shake at the mention of his mother. "What does this have to do with Mom?"
Time had no meaning in this place and Kara wasn't sure how long she had been missing. Her cell, from the confirmation of the rails on the door and the walls, had just a single window that was high above her head.
What Kara did know, was when she slept, someone had placed her arm in a sling. She let out a moan as she tried to get into a comfortable position. She was very relieved that she was no longer tied down. But it wasn't as if she was going any where, she was locked in this depressing room.
She moved her head upwards to see the single window that was in the room, letting in a single beam of moonlight. She slowly sat up from the bed, groaning at the pain that radiated from her shoulder all the way to her fingers.
She stood up on the bed and reached with her left hand to the window, but her fingers only grazed the bottom part. "Son of a bitch!" She mumbled as she clawed at the concrete, trying to hoist herself up from the bed. She had 10 years of gymnastics, she could do this. But she was weak from what those bastards did to her. A shudder made goose bumps erupt along her scalp and down her spine as the imagine of that man standing over her bed came to her. The sickening thought spurred her on and within five minutes, the only thing she accomplished, was several broken nails.
A loud clang made her jump and she lost her footing and fell heavily onto the bed. White hot pain erupted behind her eyes as she fell on her bad arm. The pain made her dizzy and she couldn't move as she heard the heavy footsteps. A second later, the jingling of keys and a low whistle made her heart seize in her chest.
Kara breathed through the pain as she quickly surveyed her small cell. A chair and a small table and this flimsy bed were all that made up the room. There was nothing she could use as a weapon.
That thought was quickly replaced with fear as she knew how strong her captures were. As small and petite as she was, she didn't stand a chance.
The man that had attacked her early Joshua?, walked into the cell his arms loaded with a bundle of clothes. He noticed Kara was sitting on the bed, holding her right arm, her face sweaty and pale. "My, my..looks like someone's been busy."
"P..please," Kara hated the desperation in her voice. She sounded like a stupid girl. Weakness. How many times had that been drilled into her head by her father. You never show your weakness."L..let me go."
"I'm afraid that's out of the question." Joshua walked over to the chair and sat the clothes on it and turned to look at her. "Get dressed."
Kara looked down at her attire to see the dirt and ripped tank top and blood caked shorts she had on when they attacked her. She wrapped her arms around her chest and rubbed her arms. "I said get dressed!" He bellowed as he took several steps towards her.
Kara flinched from him as he reached out and grabbed her leg. She let out a kick, hoping to aim for some vital part, but all she encountered was air. Holy shit this man is fast!I She was yanked off the bed and drug over to where the chair was located.
Joshua took his hand and pushed her down onto the floor as he put a powerful hand on the back of her skull. Stars exploded behind Kara's eyes as he increased the pressured
With his hand on the back of her head, he took his other hand and quickly ripped her tank top from her back. She let out a strangled sob as his hands found the waist band of her shorts and disposed of them in the same manner. With a horrifying thought, Kara realized she was naked.
The hand let go of her skull, but wrapped into her blonde tresses and yanked her up off the floor. He wrapped a powerful hand around her waist, locking her up against him. She struggled to get out of his grasp, feeling his hard body behind her. He took his nose and buried into her hair and inhaled sharply. "Let me tell you something, sugar," He placed his lips on the shell of her ear, his tongue raking along her lobe. She whimpered a plea for him to stop, but he just let out a low chuckle. "When I tell you to do something, you do it?" He moved her hair back from her neck and she gasped as she felt lips on her neck. He moved his mouth up to her ear. "Now, am I going to have to ask you again."
Kara closed her eyes as his hand around her waist tightened. She was trembling as she felt his lips on her neck and she quickly shook her head. "N..no..."
He pushed her to the door, his dark eyes raking over her naked ass. "I'll be waiting just out these doors, no funny business."
Kara jumped as she heard the metal door clang shut and she raked a hand across her eyes. No more crying, she scolded herself. She had to be clear headed to size what she was up against. She always like to be prepared, never the one for spontaneity. She had to have a schedule and a road trip always took three days to prepare for. She functioned on order. This, though, this threw her out of her comfort zone.
The clothes consisted of a long ,white skirt with lace eyelets, a black tank top, sandals, bra and panties in a matching shade of purple. Her cheeks tinged red as she felt so humiliated, reduced to a blubbering idiot.
Underneath the clothes was a brush and she raked it through her hair, feeling somewhat normal than she had in days. Or weeks?
As she was brushing her hair, the door opened and Joshua walked into the room, his arms over his massive chest. His eyes raked up her body and smiled an approving smile.
Without any words, she was led down the dark and dank hallway, hearing the drip of water coming form somewhere. She rubbed her arms along her arms, trying to warm herself. A breeze blew the skirt around her ankles as Joshua led her down some steps that wound down several feet. She noticed that the walls were line with real torches.
Joshua opened the huge iron door and Kara was pushed inside the room. She tripped over the red rug as she stumbled into the room, noticing a large dinning table that was sagging under the weight of several dishes. Her stomach rumbled in response to the smell of food. When was the last time she had eaten?
"I hope everything is to your liking Kara. " deep voice came to her right and made her jump. Her sense were caught off guard and she hated feeling so vulnerable. "Wasn't sure if what you liked, so I got a bit of everything."
A dark haired man stood at the end of the table and he turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes scanning her. A smile tugged on the side of his mouth as he walked up to Kara. She took several steps back but was stopped by a mountain of muscle. She let out a gasp as her hands were yanked behind her back, preventing her from moving.
When the man was just a feet from her, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "You picked a good one Logan." He smiled as he addressed the man that had been sitting in the chair, unnoticed until now. "She is very beautiful." He took his finger and traced her collar bone, his long nails raking along her skin. He chuckled deeply as he felt her shaking. "You are frightened my love." He slid his fingernail up her neck and cupped her jaw, squeezing her mouth tight. "You should fear me Kara. Do you even know what I am?"
Kara moved her head as he leaned in to her and she squeezed her eyes shut. His hand roughly snapped her head to face him again and she let out a wail as she saw his eyes were black. He grinned at her, showing off a vicious set of fangs. Fear gripped her stomach as the thought of them on her neck raced through her mind.
"I can smell your fear." He nuzzled the side of her neck as his hand clamped over her throat. "It's so delicious." He laughed into her ear as he licked his lips and looked at her, seeing the fear in her eyes he ran his finger down her throat and down to the top of her tank top and dipped a hand inside the front. "Hmmm...these are nice." He mummer against her ear as he painfully squeezed her left tit.
When she felt his hand close over her breast, something snapped inside of Kara. All her fear left her as she slid her green eyes and stared into his darker ones, challenging him. What she wanted to do was claw his eyes out, but Joshua had a painful grip on her wrists. So, she did the only thing she could. She sucked in and spat in his face.
Alexsander roared as the spit landed on his face and he took a step back from her as his hand slid to his cheek. He pulled back his fingers to see the spit and disgust overcame his face. As he looked at her, his eyes slid back and Kara realized her mistake. Once again her temper shut off her brain and made a critical error.
Alexansader was full of rage as he took his hand and slapped her so hard across the cheek, she stumbled out of Joshua's arms and landed painfully on the carpet. Her ankles were seized and she was flipped over onto her back, her breath pushed from her lungs. He grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and yanked her up off the carpet and flung her towards Joshua. "Take her to my chambers. I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson."
Kara tried to fight Joshua off as he grabbed her around the arm and dragged her screaming down the hallway.
