Desires Awaken

Elise looks around the kitchen once more, memorizing it, trying to permanently sear the memory into her brain. How had she forgotten this day? She had never truly forgotten Crowley, but she had forgotten all the important moments she had shared with him. Somehow the shrink she was sent to had managed to convince her that none of it was real. Crowley was just a figment of her imagination, but he was real. He had held her when her mother died; he had held her hand and made her feel strong when she had murdered her foster father. To this day she has no idea how nothing had come of that day, her social worker had simply taken her hand and guided her into the back of her car. She had sped off with Elsie and deposited her back into the orphanage without another word about that farmhouse or her foster parents.

Crowley leans against the car outside waiting for Elsie to exit the house. He has just popped back from his hotel room after his fix of human blood and a few glasses of Craig. He feels relaxed and hums quietly to himself enjoying a pleasant tingling sensation in his head, the after effects of the Craig. He loves how the injected blood opens him up to feelings of intoxication and makes pleasure more intense. Crowley is, however, slightly nervous about handling Elsie after she recovers the dark memories this house will rain down upon her. He isn't sure how she is going to react and curses himself for indulging when the situation calls for a stable and clever mind. Struggling to stand upright Crowley shakes his head trying to clear it from the fuzziness and starts to pace back and forth. He begins to feel the effects lessen when he hears footsteps on the front porch, looking up he sees Elsie walking slowly towards the steps.

Elsie catches sight of Crowley pacing back and forth in front of her car and she feels as if she has been reconnected with a long lost friend. She quickens her step and is nearly at a jog as Crowley turns to face her, looking a bit shocked and holding hands over his face protectively. Elsie wraps her arms around Crowley and buries her face into his neck. Unexplainable tears stream down her cheeks and she feels like a foolish child but is unable to let go or stop the tears. Crowley's face is a mixture of emotions showing surprise, distress, and strangely enough… joy. The effects of the human blood still very much dominating him, Crowley wraps his arms around Else and pulls her body flush against his laying his warm cheek against the top of her head. Elsie feels a spark ignite in her that spreads all the way to her toes and fingers filling her with warmth. She feels herself drawn to him; all other sounds cease to exist but the beating of their two hearts. Being very inexperienced with physical relationships, Elsie finds herself panicking. She reminds herself that she has no idea what she is dealing with; this man disappears and appears at will. Crowley can feel her body stiffen in his arms and silently praises her for resisting when he could not; he had wanted to cup her face in his hands and softly draw his thumb across those soft, quivering, full lips. Crowley clears his throat and steps back bringing his hands down to his sides.

"I think I understand why you came back, but I have so many questions" Elsie manages to whisper.

"You understand nothing love, we are just getting started on our little road trip" Crowley's voice is rough and dripping with desire. "Get back into the car, I'll answer what questions I can while you drive."

Crowley turns on his heel climbing back into the passenger side and settling himself as far from the driver's seat as he can, leaning against the door. Elsie remains outside the car for just a moment longer trying to regain control of her rapid heartbeat. Finally climbing in, she starts the engine and pulls away from the farmhouse and its dark gaping windows heading back towards the highway. They ride in silence for the first hour. Elsie carefully weighing in her mind which questions she should ask Crowley, knowing that his patience has a short fuse and the Q and A would last as long as he could tolerate it. The silence is welcomed by Crowley, he sits perfectly still with his hands resting in his lap contemplating the pressing urge he'd had to possess Elsie back at the farmhouse. Things were beginning to spiral out of control which is an experience that Crowley isn't accustomed to and highly dislikes. When Elsie finally speaks he unintentionally rolls his eyes and presses a palm against his forehead.

"Where did you go? When you disappeared?"

"I was…checking in…on two halfwit brothers whose mindless actions lead them to irrevocable bad decisions."

"That's rather vague."

"That is the answer you get." Crowley retorts with a glare.

"Alright, so how do you do it, disappear and reappear when you'd like?"

Crowley sighs and looks out of the window pointedly ignoring her question.

"OK…Why me? Why have you taken an interest in me?" Elsie tries again.

"That is a question that I will answer. Just not yet, you aren't ready yet."

"Well what can you tell me Crowley? Because I'm lost here and I've got half a mind to turn this car around and just go home!" Elsie is frustrated and tired and it can be heard in her voice.

"We are headed to the Hannover's" Crowley offers with a smile, dimples press under his high cheek bones.

"The Hannover's? But why? I remember everything from that time, that's where I went after the farmhouse. That's when you stopped coming around…"

Crowley only smirks and turns to gaze out of the window again. She's wrong of course, she doesn't remember everything. Crowley is the reason why Elsie was adopted by the Hannover's. You put the right demon inside the right social worker and you can move about all the little tots you'd like. He chose the Hannover family because they were a prominent family in the community, meaning all eyes on them. They were wealthy and would be able to provide all that Elise could need. Crowley was interested in sharpening her mind now and they would be able to offer Elsie the finest in education. They also had two other children, a boy of fourteen named Drew and a girl of seven named Katie. Both children were adopted and he hoped they would help to grow and shape her social skills. The only thing Crowley hadn't banked on was that damned psychiatrist the family paid copious amounts of money to eradicate Crowley from Elsie's memory.