A/N I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to post. I have had a hard time with this story and even though I'm not completely happy with this update I'm going to post it, in an effort to get this story moving along. I have a vision of what I want to happen, it's just not coming out on the paper so well. I hope this update is ok and that you enjoy. Thanks for being patient with me.
Clay glowered at the petite woman standing in front of him. He wasn't in any mood for games, "Look I don't know who you are, but I'd advise you to turn your tight little ass around and leave. I'm only gonna tell you once beforeā¦"
Meg stepped into Clay's personal space the glint in her eyes matched the one Tig's held earlier and Clay found himself taking another involuntary step backwards. Meg gently drew a finger along Clay's jaw line before she gripped his chin tight.
She shot a quick glance at Tig then directed her full attention back to Clay her mouth curling into a feral sneer. "Aw, Tiggy, are you gonna let this big bully talk to your sweet butt that way," she hissed.
A cold smile graced her lips when she noticed Tig stalking towards her. She lifted Clay up by his chin and deftly tossed him backwards. She turned her attention to Tig and let her eyes slip to black. "Cause that wouldn't be good for either of you," she cooed.
Tig stopped in his tracks and took a step backwards not wanting to believe what he was seeing. "Wwwwwhat are you," Tig stuttered out.
Meg laughed. "Aw, darling you really don't want to know. I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I am in you. I had hoped that you would be able to get out of him what I needed; but, I guess that old saying is true. You know the one; if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. There's only one tiny problem with that, well it's not really tiny, but," she shrugged as she reached out and grabbed Tig by his throat her voice turning steely cold, "It's his brother. You see he's the only one of you humans with the ability to take me out all by his lonesome. I was counting on you to bring him to me in an incapacitated state. Sadly, I'm running out of patience and time."
Meg lifted Tig off the floor by his throat and she started to squeeze. The fear that ebbed off him stirred something deep within her and she had to take a breath. "You understand the thrill that comes with taking a life, don't you lover," she whispered breathily in his ear, "Yes, you do. It's a shame. It really is. I'm getting so turned on right now, but your disappointing showing can't go unpunished. Oh well, I'll just have to find another way to satisfy my needs."
Tig futilely clawed at the hand that was squeezing the very life out of him. He tried to kick out with his feet but couldn't connect with enough force to make her loosen her grip. He felt the darkness close in and was ready to surrender when a weak voice pulled him back.
"Hey, Meg, how about picking on someone your own size," Dean wheezed out. His throat was raw and hurt like hell; hell he hurt all over, but he wasn't going to just hang there and watch as the evil bitch did another human being in, no matter how much he felt the guy deserved it.
Meg let her grip loosen on Tig's throat and he fell with a loud thump to the concrete floor. He sat gasping, his lungs hungry for oxygen, the burn of it making him wince. He looked over at Clay, having been reminded the man was present by a low moan that had come from his direction.
Clay had pulled himself up into a seated position. He had sat and quietly watched the interaction between Tig and the red-head. He couldn't believe what he had witnessed, yet he knew it to be the truth. The woman had thrown him backward, with no effort at all and she had nearly choked his comrade to death with one hand. It didn't add up. She was the one who had told them that the little prick they had been questioning was the threat to them; now it looked like the poor bastard had been telling them the truth that it wasn't him.
Clay watched as the woman prowled towards their captive and he felt a twinge of sympathy for the man. He found it hard to process that just a few moments ago he wanted the man to suffer pain, unimaginable, and now he wasn't so sure. He wondered if maybe Chibbs hadn't been right and this had been a frame up, some sort of sick game this bitch liked to play on men who had scorned her.
"Oh, Deanie, always playing the hero," she said in mock reverie. She flicked her hand and the chain that had been holding him up snapped in two. Dean let out a tortured groan as his body fell limply onto the warehouses unforgiving concrete floor. Meg bent down, grabbed the injured man by his aching wrists and pulled him up so he was standing in front of her.
She let her gaze travel along his shaking body and she found herself admiring Tig's handiwork. Tig could have given Alistair a run for his money if they had both been serving time together, but they hadn't and she no longer had the time needed to enjoy this little show. She needed Sam and she had come to the realization that no matter how much she liked watching Dean get what was coming to him, she couldn't wait for him to break. She had realized he wouldn't, not when it came to protecting his little brother.
She turned towards Tig and motioned for him to come closer. When Tig refused she used her power to drag him over. The look of alarm in his eyes caused her to laugh and she answered his inquisitive stare, "I promise, that one day the look you are giving me, you will be getting from others. You're well on your way as a human; I can't wait to see what you're like as a demon."
Tig shook his head this couldn't be happening. Demons weren't real. But, then again here he was standing next to a woman who had almost chocked the life out of him with her bare hands and whose eyes had slid to black then back again. She had also just flicked her wrist and the chains that had been holding his beating victim up broke in two, sending the man sprawling to the floor. Demons weren't real? Yeah, he really needed to re-evaluate his thought on that.
Meg snapped her fingers in Tig's face to draw his attention back to her. He looked at her and cringed when he realized she had been talking to him and he hadn't responded to her. She sighed, "Tig, dear, I know this is a lot to take in. I'll try and help you understand it all later but right now, if you want a later, I need your help. I need you to get a chair for our friend here. I want him comfortable for the next round. He won't tell me what I want if it's just him being threatened, but I have an ace up my sleeve that just may get him to open up. We can't have him passing out on us again. No, I need him awake. So, please be a good boy and get me a chair."
Tig felt an indignant rage grow in the pit of his stomach. Sure this creature scared the shit out of him, but who the hell did she think she was talking to him like that? Who was she to give him orders? She must have read his mind because before he knew what hit him she had dropped their captive and had grabbed him by his throat.
"Tig. Tiggy," she tsked, "You'd do well not to anger me. I swear you humans are slow. All you need to do is get me a chair. Swallow your pride or I promise you will be swallowing your eyes, followed by your tongue and so on until you've ingested yourself. Do I make myself clear?"
Tig nodded and she coldly smiled. "Good. Now please bring me that chair." She watched in amusement as the man scrambled to do as she ordered. Yes, he might be able to give Alistair's reputation a run for its money after his been burnt into a demon, but for now she was in control and she wouldn't let him forget it.
