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CHAPTER THREE: ANGELS AND TIGERS
Blood flowed from his lips to her throat and her strength over him grew. She swapped wires inside of his head like a nineteen seventies telephone switch board. This was his punishment, he would love her. If he didn't see her, eventually the attraction would fade, but every time he looked upon her the bond would strengthen. Tigress' adrenaline is what kept her in his head; she was running on fumes and anger. But she had no choice, if she thought about what she was doing then she would absorb his memories as if they were her own. And Hell had never looked better than through the eyes of its king. Tears mixed with blood as the two stood there, him awkward and unable to move, her concentrated and goal-oriented. She used white out on some of his memories, and sparked up others. Almost there, she encountered a wall, a large, black, wall. "I have to smash through that, don't I?" Tigress thought as she looked up at it from the depths of his head. The amount of blood she was drawing from his heart began to speed up as she tried to create a door in the wall separating his humanity from hell.
The wall crumbled and Crowley shook violently as the memories were unleashed. They had been caged and twisted for hundreds of years, so when they emerged they were big black and menacing. They bit and twisted into his head live savage hellhounds and could not be killed no matter how much he tried to squash them. The dam had been broken, and now the memories would not return from where they had been imprisoned for centuries.
Tigress broke the kiss and watched as the king of hell had a mental break down in front of her. She felt a touch sorry for him, but pushed the invasive feeling away. There was nothing that she could do for him now; he would wake up when he managed to stash his memories away again; but by then it would be too late, he will have been able to feel again even for just a few hours.
"Tóg é." (Raise him.) She wearily lifted him up into the chair that she had been sitting in and let him sit slumped over in a suit covered in blood. It was almost ironic how similar he looked to Tigress when she had appeared on the Winchesters' doorstep. Slowly, Tigress slogged her way up the stairs and up to the first floor where she had heard the voices from before. Her eyelids drooped and she fought to stay awake until she finished what she needed to do.
"Faigh mise, Ferria!" (Find me, Ferria!) She yelled in a ragged screech akin to that of a cat in pain. A white flare erupted from her body and she crumpled on the cold stone floor.
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Ferria's whole body contracted violently as she heard her mistress' call and vivid memories snapped like a rubber band at her mind making her whiskers twitch. "Bad, bad, bad..." Ferria thought as she sprinted through the forest towards the Winchesters. Nobody else would understand the connection between herself and Tigress. And even though she hated to ask for help from males (or just ask for help, period,), she had been connected to Tigresses who had been Amazons and their prejudice against men had killed them all eventually.
This Tigress was different, although her name had not yet been lost in this world Ferria knew that she had forgotten all of her past not tied to the white tiger. Thousands of years' worth of memories now lived in her head as her own. Every Tigress before her was there, they whispered and fought amongst each other which would eventually break the current Tigress until she was driven insane… if she lived that long, only three of them ever had.
When she arrived at the Winchesters she let out a worried screech to try and draw their attention. Sam swished the curtain to the left before letting it fall back again, Tigress' mind had withdrawn her control and now someone had helpfully wiped their memories. Ferria hissed annoyed before she remembered that she didn't need them to open up the door, she could just destroy it. So a six-hundred pound tiger attacked the old door, successfully ripping it off of its hinges and tumbling into the house. Taking another breath, Ferria roared and the sound ripped through the house and into the basement making even the demon's eyes fly open in fear. She bounded into the kitchen and knocked Sam over before scratching him with golden claws. After a moment, she withdrew, realizing that if she killed them now, that she would never be able to get to Tigress on time. Even though there had been many of them, each death hurt times a tenfold to Ferria because they always died.
Dean was already up in the kitchen by the time Sam had recovered from the shallow claw marks across the front of his chest. Ferria did what might be the cat version of an eye roll when Dean threatened her with a knife. Ferria was going to need to fix their memories, and it was going to be extremely painful, not like how Tigress used her nimble fingers to gently move things around, no this was going to have to be fast. Ferria sat with her tail curled around her paws, waiting for the magic to bubble up in her blood. Her heart pounded and she watched the Dean back slowly towards Sam, who was going to bleed out soon thanks to Ferria's anger.
Ferria carefully peeled herself away from her body until she sat there beside herself and watched the workings of the men's minds. With one quick jump she lunged into the nearest one and savagely tore down the cage of memories that had been pinned up and out of reach to their subconscious. She then moved onto the other one before the two of them even knew what had happened they were bent crippled with pain on the floor. Ferria's essence snapped back into her body once more as her shoulders sagged with tiredness, she wasn't meant to use her own magic, it was Tigresses that did that. The bond between the two of them wasn't just because they could, no it was necessary. Without it, the other would be stuck in a halfway point until they found another partner once again.
The tiger watched as Sam was the first to get a hold of himself again and try to stand. He flopped over and hit his head and Ferria sighed through her nose. Greatest hunters in the world, and they were stopped by a damn… she sniffed the air and froze when she caught the faint smell of something that stood in between the now and then. "Dimensions, that's the human word for it." Ferria thought as she sucked in another breath of air, "Light-bird." The awareness of something watching her, made the hair on the back of her neck stick up, but she ignored it, she would kill whatever came through the pocket dimension before it even got the chance to think it was going to die.
She padded over to the taller of the Winchesters and gripped his shirt and jacket collar and started to drag him over to the door.
The air density in the room changed and Ferria whirled around to smell the light-bird that stood between her and the other Winchester. She sheathed and unsheathed her claws in annoyance and anger, every second they wasted here was one more that Tigress was in pain. She opened her jaws and dropped Sam. Ferria relaxed her muscles until they felt liquid and for the second time in a day she separated herself and was able to fully see the angel's form and intentions. She lunged at him and came away with feathers that fluttered and changed to black dust before they fell towards the ground.
"If you stop me, I'll kill you. I need their help and this is your fault." Ferria spoke in the ephireal plane to the angel who quickly became very still. Her voice rumbled through his head and hurt his mind like a loud crack of thunder. The tiger flickered and her starlight image began to dull. Tigress didn't have much time left and Ferria could feel it, she was already draining herself trying to keep her alive.
Ferria once again wavered and shook as her form began to break down; desperate she made a deal that she had never had to make before. This Tigress was special, she was written in the prophesies of the past and could not die just yet. No she had work to do.
"I'll tell you."
The angel didn't need to ask to know what Ferria was talking about, she would tell him what he wanted to know provided he save her counterpart.
He could do that.
