Chapter 4

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I open my eyes when I feel my feet on the ground again. I'm actually quite surprised. For Hell, it's a lot less weird than I thought it would be, I mean I expected fire and skulls, but nothing like this. It's more like a modern mansion that you would see on the cover of Home and Garden's magazine. I walk around, looking at all the decor. There was a table with a bottle of scotch on it surrounded by dozens of porcelain eggs. I walk into a room that looks like a library and look at the thousands of books. And I do mean thousands. There is a large ladder that goes up to the ceiling that is on a rack that spins around the entire room. That's a pretty cool way to get to the books you want if I do say so myself. In the next room I venture into, there is a large, plush leather sofa and on the far side of the room there is a 55 inch flat screen LED T.V. I also notice a large picture of Crowley. Actually, I've noticed a lot of pictures of him the past few minutes. Jeez, arrogant much? I turn around to go back into the main room, when I bump into something hard. I blink a few times, but nothing is there. I put my hand out to touch whatever was blocking my path, when I hear a deep, thunderous growl. I quickly retract my hand and look around. "Hello?" I say taking my small bottle of holy water out of my pocket. I start to walk out of the room when I feel my hair moving, almost like the wind is blowing it. I look up and see two glowing red eyes. I suck in a breath quickly before turning and running as fast as I can. I turn corners sharply and come to a dead end. I turn my back to the wall and stand up a little straighter, ready to face my enemy. I hear the heavy footsteps and I feel a chill go up my spine. Again, I see the two glowing eyes. The slowly inch closer to me, and I feel the breathing of the hell hound on my face. I close my eyes, waiting for the fist bout of pain from the bite of the hell hound. But what happens next is totally unexpected. Instead of the hound biting me, it starts to lick my face. I turn my head to avoid being licked, but to no avail. Soon, instead of seeing two glowing eyes, I see the smooth, black fur of a hell hound. The weird thing is, is that humans can't see hell hounds. After a few minutes, I manage to wriggle out from under the hell hound and walk out of the unfamiliar room to find Crowley. He is in the first room we came to, pouring a glass of scotch.

"What do you think of the place?" He says looking up at me.

"It's nice, definitely not what I expected."

"Yes, well don't get too comfortable just yet, you have your first job in about 30 minutes. You'll be rounding up hell hounds so they can go after their charges."

"Okay, and speaking of hell hounds, why the hell can I see yours? Humans can't see hell hounds. So the question is, am I really still alive, or am I a demon?"

"Trust me darling, you're still alive and well. Consider yourself lucky, my hell hound only reveals his true identity to people he likes. You are among an elite group, otherwise you would have been torn to shreds already."

"Yes, well it's nice to know that now." I say walking over to sit down.

"One more thing before you start rounding up hell hounds, take this, you might need it." He says handing me a rope made of rosaries.

"What's this?" I ask looking over the rope.

"If any of the hell hounds try to attack you, you're gonna need it."

"Um, thanks I guess." I say. "Now, where will I find these hounds?"

"Just follow this map right here, I even have the trail you need to take highlighted." he says handing me a map.

"Once again, thanks."

"Happy hunting." I hear him say as I walk out the door. As soon as I'm out of the door I wish I hadn't made this deal. I can hear the screams full of agony all around me. Outside of the house, Hell is all I imagined it would be. Skulls, fire, and people in writhing agony. I quickly follow the trail that is marked and find myself in front of small enclosure. I hear the snaps and growls of hounds all around me. Here goes nothing. I walk to the gate of the enclosure. I step in, and I immediately regret it. I am swamped by dozens of hell hounds. Without any further thought, I grab the rope made out of rosaries, and whip it around towards the hounds surrounding me. "Go, collect your charges." I say and open the gate. An immense wind blows over me and I am left with nothing but silence. A few hours later I have rounded up the rest of the hounds, but I'm not leaving without a few a few scrapes. O few of the hounds decided to try and show me who's boss, but I quickly defended myself with the rosaries. I walk into the place I will call home for a while and I am greeted by Crowley's hound. "Hey, boy." I say petting his head. I walk over and flop down on the couch. Today has been exhausting and I have no doubt in my mind that tomorrow will be no different. I hear a rush of wind and look up to see Crowley standing over me.

"So, how was work?" He asks me.

"It was exhausting, those stupid hounds got me a few times, but otherwise I'm fine."

"Yes, well, tomorrow you will help torture."

I sat up straight, "Torture? You mean as in humans?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, you will be assisting two demons you know, Alistair and Azazel."

"WHAT? Those two pricks? What make you think I want, or even can work with them?" I ask angrily.

"Oh, I think you will if you want your precious Sammy to be kept safe." At those words I folded.

"Fine." I ground out. I stomped out of the room, and laid down and fell asleep.

The Next Morning...

I groaned as I awoke. I was not ready to get up and start torturing. I feel awful that I have to do this, but I don't want anyone to get hurt just because I'm being stubborn. I walk out to the main room and find Crowley watching something on T.V.

"Hey Crowley, what am I supposed to wear? I didn't exactly pack for Hell like I do for vacation."

He sighed and snapped his fingers, "In the dresser in your room, you will find everything you need."

"Thanks." I say and walk out of the room to get ready.

After a shower and getting dressed, I head for the door, dreading the agony I'm sure to place in somebody.

I walk around looking for the two dick wads known as Alistair and Azazel. Too soon I find them.

"So, long time no see, Lauren." Azazel seethes. I glare and say, "Not long enough."

"So, I'm basically your bitch for the day, and trust me, nothing will stop me from killing you both again." I say to both demons. They both nod and Alistair says, "Lauren, secure the victim."

I nod and walk over to the rack. My heartbeat stops for a split second as I realize who is on it. The man who helped raise me, the man I think of as an uncle. My mouth drops in shock as I say his name.

"John?"