2014
Brooke smiled mentally as she felt herself come back. She hated being kept locked in that mental box, that prison. This was the only time she ever had control of her body. When Eve was unconscious, not sleeping, only unconscious, she treasured these moments, her only window of opportunity. Of course, she couldn't actually move any part of her body as it physically couldn't respond but sometimes she felt a twitch. Sometimes.
Eve rarely had to sleep though, only when the body was so physically exhausted Eve couldn't continue. Even then, Eve still had control, she still dreamed, although her nightmares were peaceful memories were between her and Dean and her dreams were fantasies of Eve and Michael or dreams of torture and what was to come, all caused by her leader, Lucifer.
She had worked out that just like any other soul or being, Eve's mental self had to curl in to protect the body when hurt so much she was unconscious. Of course it was annoying that she was unconscious because of Dean but still, she finally had control again. Each time, and they were sparingly, she fought the binds Eve had created and tried to put Eve in the prison. A few times she succeeded…
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2010
Brooke gasped as her body arched up. She turned on her side, clutching hold of her stomach as she heaved. Blood dripped from her mouth, creating a pool below her. She gagged, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Red. She used to love that colour, used to love it to no bounds. It was her everything, it defined her, the girl behind the red door and that but in reality, it just made her a perfect vessel for Eve. The Red Eyed Demon.
Eve made a deal with Lucifer after he had been cast down, just like she had. Both had the same reason, Lucifer refused to love another but God and when God asked him to love humans he disobeyed. Eve, however, fell in love with Michael, a being who she believed to be an angel, snubbing Adam. When she ate the apple in the Garden of Eden, she realised that Michael wasn't just an angel, he was the angel. He was God in disguise. Her love was to become the building blocks of future religions, Christianity, Judaism and others. But when God rejected Eve and cast her and Adam out of his favour and the Garden, he sent her straight into his fallen angel, Lucifer. She made a deal out of jealously, anger and humiliation.
Brooke had to see that being played through her mind for the last year but finally she was free. She spat on the floor, slowly pushing herself up. She closed her eyes against the light headed feeling, the nausea, refusing to give Eve an ounce of control. She rode the waves out before opening her eyes, looking around the room. It was bare, half destroyed and disgusting. Pieces of concrete and plaster was littered around her where she was slammed into the wall by- actually she didn't know who. Probably one of the humans who managed to survive.
What happened before she woke up? She went through her memories, her own of what she remembered. She realised she hadn't been 'awake' in her own body for two months. Eve must have missed my very unwelcome comments. Brooke let out a small grin which fell as soon as she looked through Eve's memories. That demon bitch had definitely had fun in her body, torturing humans, releasing her demon friends and wrecking the human world. The bile in her throat rose and spilled out as she came upon a memory of Jo. Her friend had been tortured worse than the rest as she had been making her way to Dean and the rest of the Hunters. She had been kept alive for some time until Eve finally showed some mercy and plunged her hand in her chest, pulling out her heart. Jo's eyes had widened as her heart beat for one last time in someone else's hands.
Sam… Well Sam was now Lucifer, he had given in, he had said yes. She knew exactly what had happened because she had been in that room. She had been dressed like the old Ruby used to dress, high stiletto boots, black leather trousers tucked into them but she had a blood red camisole on, wavering from Ruby's t-shirts. She had watched as Lucifer tortured and manipulated Sam, not physically but mentally and emotionally, sending vision after vision at him until he was a sobbing mess at her feet begging Brooke, not Eve for it to stop. He was at her feet when he said yes. He was at her feet when Nick's body smirked as Lucifer pulled the strings. He was not at her feet when Lucifer possessed him, he was stood tall, proud and completely arrogant as Lucifer was.
Brooke continued to throw up until finally there really was nothing left but her sobs and dry heaves. She collapsed, falling back into her kneeled pose. She shook her head and pushed herself up.
She subconsciously pulled the jean mini skirt down, she hadn't worn anything this small since high school and then she was a completely different person.
She spied a gun in the corner of the room, probably left by whoever had knocked her out. She scooped it up, opening up, checking on the bullets. She smirked, a trait which she had picked up from Eve having never smirked as much before, at the amount left and gripped it tightly.
She walked carefully down the corridor the room door led to, the gun secure in her hand. A bang shocked her and she turned sharply, releasing a set of bullets in the vague direction. Her eyes adjusted to the gun in front of her first until her vision noted the person, the normal person at the end of the corridor whose eyes had widened and bullets now embedded in their chest. The girl, she couldn't be more than fifteen stared at her before falling to her knees, then face first to the floor.
Brooke backed up, she knew the girl was dead but she was terrified. She shook violently, her grip on the gun painful. She had just killed someone. Her, not Eve. She fell to her knees and emptied whatever was left of her stomach, heaving and sobbing until night fell again then she continued on her way.
…
Brooke looked up at the sign, and smiled. She was here.
Oh bloody wonderful, you've reached the home of the hunters. Shall I have a mental party or will that bother you too much? Brooke audibly growled at Eve's mocking thought.
She slammed up the mental walls, pushing Eve to the back of her mind. They had been travelling for two months, having stolen and wired several cars they had visited many of the hunter's homes but found no clues until finally she arrived at Bobby's. She was shocked to the core at the upturned wheelchair but found a photo with the sign. She put everything back where she found it, she didn't know why, she had a gut instinct that told her, someone needed to find the room how it was before. She had looked it up on the phonebook and went from one state to the next until she had reached her destination.
Demons had been along the way, and each and every time she managed to trick them, one time even tapping into Eve's power to change her eyes, a trick she refused to try again as that was when Eve managed to fracture the prison. She had been fighting hard since then but she only made herself aware at certain times.
And finally after three long months she had arrived. She pulled out her duffel bag and continued, cautiously into the camp. Suddenly she felt a pull pain in the back of her head and she fell unconscious.
…
You have gotta be kidding me? Brooke groaned.
Yup, sweetheart after all that, your beloved Dean is the reason I'm back in control. Brooke threw herself at the mental barriers. Oh come on, we both know that ain't gonna do jack shit. And because you've put me through that for three months, I'm gonna put you through some painful things, Brookie. So, shall I start with Nathan, Haley and their quite cute eight year old Jamie or shall I go for your old betraying best friend Peyton and the old love Lucas, still shacked up with the two year old brat Sawyer?
Don't you dare!
Ah wait a second, ah here's the hunky Dean. You know what, when Dean gives into Michael I'll enjoy his body very much. Shame I can't kill it just to see your pain.
You bitch.
Takes one to know one, honey.
"Who are you?" Dean asked, shot gun trained on her. Brooke noticed they were chained to a chair with a devil's trap surrounding them.
"Brooke Davis of course, aren't you happy to see me?" Eve said, smirking happily. Dean chuckled darkly before throwing a bucket of holy water over them. Eve shrilled in agony as Brooke mentally dropped, feeling as though knives had shot through her.
"Nice try you bitch." He shook his head, "what did you do with her?"
"Oh honey, she is in here, in complete pain after that… drenching." Eve shot at him, a dark look passing over his face. He shot forward, slamming his hands either side of her on the arm rests.
"Get your fucking demon ass out of her before I kill you." He spat at her, Brooke retreated further into her prison, refusing to look at Dean like that.
"You know what sugar, Brookie doesn't seem to like you much like this." Eve continued to taunt Dean.
"Dean," Castiel walked into the room, trailing off as he took in Brooke's body. Eve glanced at him once before returning to her starign match. Castiel hadn't changed much, just developed a new love for jeans and shirts. He couldn't leave the trench coat behind it seemed but instead settled for a navy one that came to his hip. "Is it?"
"No, there is a bitch currently riding her ass," Dean muttered, still glaring at Brooke.
"Can I, Dean?" Castiel asked, glancing between the self satisfied, smirking Eve and the pissed off to no ends Dean.
He nodded stiffly and pushed himself roughly away from her, Eve's eyes following him tauntingly all the way. She tilted her head to look at Castiel.
"Ah, the fallen angel, how long is it before your ass is kicked to the gutter and your powers are taken?" She smirked at him.
Can you leave him alone?
Oh no honey, I know that he is gonna send me from this body and I wanna get as many taunts in as possible.
Hallelujah, my body can finally ditch your demon ass! Brooke smirked, mentally cheering.
Sweetheart, we both know I'm gonna be back, don't get too comfortable. Eve warned, her intent ringing true.
Castiel touched two fingers to her forehead and her world turned white.
…
"Dean! C'mon, we need to get going on the supply run!" Brooke shouted towards their cabin. He emerged, pulling on his jumper, she grinned and ran at him. She wrapped herself around him, loving the way his hand grasped her thigh and the way she was slightly taller than him.
She kissed him, ignoring Cas's shout to hurry up. She pulled back and they both turned to Cas and grinned shrugging their shoulders.
"Sorry Cas!" Dean smirked, releasing her thighs. She fell down and they walked over to the jeep. She hoisted herself into the back, sitting on the head light bar before slipping in next to Cas. Dean jumped into the driver's seat, not even bothering to open the door. "We got everything."
"We've had everything for a few hours, Dean," Cas still seemed to have the almost impatient annoyed tone that came when he talked to Dean.
"Ah Cas, we can't hurt him, he's our Fearless Leader," Brooke slung an arm over Cas's shoulder and squeezed it affectionately. He coughed awkwardly and glanced between the hand on his bicep and Brooke until she took the hint. "Awkward." Brooke drew the word out as she shifted over to the other side, picking up a spare gun.
"Don't worry Cas, we'll get you laid soon," Dean joked as he turned the engine, nodded to Chuck as he opened the gates and drove off, Brooke's laugh and Cas's protests heard from the camp.
…
Brooke tread carefully as she walked down the deserted hallways. She didn't know what she liked less, raiding people's homes or raiding stores. At the moment, raiding stores because the lights were broke, leaving a solitary strand from her torch, she could here the drip-drop of the rain water seeping through the damaged roof and she could smell the rusty, iron stench of human blood.
She hated her enhanced senses, a trait that Eve had left behind. Whether it was the smell Brooke remembered the most or that Eve's senses had attuned to hers, she could smell blood from quite far away. It disgusted her most days. Except when she was wrapped in Dean's arms and his musky scent was so strong, she felt completely at home, whole for once.
She shifted the torch, eyes darting down the hallway carefully, knowing full well it took one wrong move. Her hand subconsciously gripped the gun tighter as she can to an ajar door. She nudged it slightly to reveal a body on the floor. Blood was covered the floor, splattering almost neatly. Brooke paled as she reliased that the blood was too neat.
She gently pulled out her cell phone, putting it to her ear, speed dailing as she did that.
"Brooke, what is it?" Dean was all business, high alert.
"Dean, I found a body," Brooke started, using her torch to follow the words. "There are words spelt out in blood. I'm upstairs in the store, in the manager's bit."
"Babe, stay right there, I'm going to be there in a second." He hung up as she heard him taking off in a sprint.
Her curiosity took the better of her and her eyes scanned the words, melding them together. 'Welcome hunters, our party now, Lucifer.' She stiffened and turned sharply.
"Hello Brooke," The blonde smirked. Brooke brought her gun up but the demon kicked it out of her hand, the torch falling to the floor. She suddenly found a hand around her neck, it tightened, testing it's strength, happy as Brooke let out a strangled gasp.
Light suddenly surrounded them as the torch was brought up by the demon in it's empty hand. It was held between the two.
Her feet began to loose grip on the floor and she gripped onto the hand around her throat, desperately trying to escape. She took in the face before her. Her lips were red as they grinned, revealing pearl white teeth, contrasting greatly with the sandy blonde colour. She watched as the green eyes faded to black then suddenly gained a red tint.
"Eve!" Brooke spluttered out, her lungs trying to gain oxygen.
"Told you I'd be back," she smirked widely before her face became a grimance. The smoke poured out of the girl's mouth, straight into Brooke's. Her eyes widened and she felt it force it's way down her throat. She gasped once, her last control over her body.
"Brooke!" Dean's voice rang through her head as Eve wiped her mouth and turned to him. The blonde's body slumped to the floor and Eve stepped over it, digging her heel in as she walked towards the man at the end of the corridor.
"Well hello, Dean, good to see you again." Eve raised her eyebrows suggestively, running her eyes down him, one side of her mouth tilted upwards in a smirk. She sauntered up to him and placed her hands on his chest.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean growled, his hand darting out and grabbing her shoulder in a painful grip.
"Ah sweetheart, you forgotten me already?"
"Eve." He spat out, his fingers digging in, the white marks already obvious.
"Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner. And your prize?"
Don't you dare! Brooke screamed in her own head.
I was wondering when you'd recover, hmm, quicker than last time. Don't worry Brookie, I'll make sure we enjoy it, I need a little compensation for being in that damn blonde thing. Anyway, when Michael is in him, he'll be in me a lot. Brooke growled with Eve responding with a chuckle.
Eve leaned forward, and with the arm not being gripped by Dean, brought his head down to hers. Her lips fit perfectly and she moved them overpoweringly, forcing Dean into the kiss. She pushed her tongue out to taste his lips before retreating.
"See ya, sometime else, sweetheart." She disappeared, a trick Brooke came to hate.
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2014
"Son. Of. A. Bitch." Eve growled, rolling her shoulders as she pushed herself up. "I hate Dean when he's pissed with us you know?"
Well he wouldn't be so pissed if you let me go!
But that would defy the point of possessing you, wouldn't it?
You're more stubborn than me. Brooke groaned, most likely wanting to run her hands down her face.
No, just more powerful. You tried to control us again didn't you? Brookie, I told you, it's not going to work. You're lucky I haven't completely rode over your ass and erased you. Anyway, did you know that your beloved boyfriend called out to Michael? One step closer Brooke. He'll anmswer one day and when he does, I'll be waiting.
You're a crazy bitch right? A murdering crazy psychotic bitch.
Takes one to know one.
Trust me I'll be one once I kill you.
Well, before we go into a riveting childish retort, I need to go talk to Lucifer so back in your bottle Brooke.
Brooke faded away, protesting with all her might.
Well I think that makes up for the short prologue right? I'm proud of this chapter so tell me your thoughts and where you think this is going :)