I Was Rescued By the Enemy
After a few more days of research, Toby and I put together a comprehensive dossier for me to present the Sheriff. He redrew all the maps and charts to ensure that anyone who wasn't a seasoned hunter would properly understand the information that they were meant to depict.
"Okay, so I'm going to visit Don and then I'll pick you up right here at three, alright?" I confirmed with Toby as I dropped him off for school. "You be good… no fighting." I teased with a wink.
"Addy… no promises," he joked back. "I'll see you after school."
I sat in my car out front as I watched him approach the school. I then waved my goodbye as he met up with a group of his 'Red Birds' teammates before driving off to the Lamb's one story rancher just a few blocks away.
Once I got there, I turned and gather up the books, file folders and note pads on the backseat to take in with me. I sat there for a moment staring at his house and heaved a loud sigh.
"It's just another job Addy. You told him you would keep him up to date. Come on, quite being such a wuss," I coached myself out loud into the windshield before stepping out of the car.
As I closed the car door with my hip, I struggled to balance all of the materials in my arms. Mercifully, Don was watching at the front door as I struggled up the walkway ready to help me carry it all in.
"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you've been doing some research! Here, let me help you with those," he said sounding enthusiastically surprised as he reached out to lighten my load and showed me into his home.
"What can I say? Toby and I like to be meticulous so that we're prepared for the job at hand," I responded with a shrug causing me to drop a book.
"Well I'm happy to have you on my side then," he commented with a smile as he led me into the living room. "Why don't you get set up in here and I'll grab you a drink?"
"Sounds perfect. I'll just take a water."
"One water coming up," he announced as he place his materials on the table and left the room and entered the kitchen.
I immediately took over his oversized mahogany coffee table by laying out the maps and charts. I then arranged the books in organized piles so that they would be easily accessible to help with my explanation.
"Here you go Addy," Don announced passing a glass over my shoulder while I remained seated on the floor between the coffee table and the couch. "Hey… are those the farms…"
I had taken a large gulp of water and interrupted, "Hey! Who's the one doing the presentation here? You just sit your ass down and I'll explain everything. Geez… you always were an impatient one."
"Sorry… sorry, I'll behave. Okay, ready, let's hear it," he replied lightheartedly while sitting behind me on the couch and squeezing my shoulder.
I started with a quick retelling of Toby's kidnapping and the method we had used to find him. I then briefly described the breaking of the Sixty-Six Seals and Lucifer's release from Hell. I made sure to conveniently leave out details about Sam and Dean's true roles in the Apocalypse, but explained how they had described Meg as Lucifer's 'Right-Hand Woman'.
"So you think the Devil sent someone to find her?" He asked as he looked at the map of the locations where the two sets of cattle deaths had occurred. "Still sounds weird to talk about the Devil being real," he commented as an aside.
"It seems like the most reasonable explanation. Bobby found this ritual (I passed him the open book that contained the ritual I was speaking of) for pinpointing a demon's location and it seems to fit the pattern Toby and I found almost perfectly."
"Bobby… Bobby Singer, right? Now he's the one who's in a wheelchair now because of that demon… because of Meg?"
"Yep… but honestly Don, Bobby is still THE best hunter that I know."
"Really? So… he's even better than…" he started to question teasingly.
"Yes… even better than him… well, smarter anyway," I interrupted in a bemused tone as I rolled my neck and reached back to rub my right shoulder.
"Are you okay there Addy?" Don asked as he gripped and lightly massaged my right shoulder blade.
I shook my head as I stood up and held my left wrist with my right hand behind my back and gently tugged. As I pulled my hands away from my back, my left then right shoulder released a comforting pop each. I rolled my head from side to side and finally heard a third coming from my chest.
"I'm just really stiff from the researching and sleeping kind of funny on Saturday. I've had this kind in my back and my neck ever since then that I haven't been able to work it out yet." I sat beside him on the couch while squeezing the back of my neck to illustrate one of the trouble spots.
"Well, come here then," Don said as he gripped my shoulders to shift my body so that my back was facing him.
I immediately could feel every muscle in my body tense up under the Sheriff's touch and asked with an anxious laugh, "Don… what… what are you doing?"
"My sister's a Chiropractor Addy. She's taught me a thing or two and you, my friend, are completely out of alignment. Trust me, please?" He explained as he crossed my arms over my chest.
"Oh… okay," I conceded as I felt my heart starting to race with nervous anticipation.
He then manipulated my shoulders and arms in such a fashion that it made my back to snap, crackle and pop. After that he ran the knuckles of his fist up my spine causing me to sit up straighter.
"Addy… take of your sweatshirt," he whispered into my ear while leaning on my back.
I started to unzip my black hoody but suddenly stopped and asked, "What?"
He sat back and explained, "I could feel a knot in the lower right portion of you Trapezius muscle. I can try working it out through your hoody if you would prefer."
"My right lower what?"
"Here," he answered by lightly jabbing the bent knuckle of his right index finger into a spot on my back close to my spine.
I instantly cried out loudly in pain and flinched, which elicited a hearty chuckle form the man behind me.
"Okay, okay, you win," I announced while removing the lightweight jacket to reveal a bright teal form fitting tank top. "If you can help get rid of the pain, then I won't stop you."
Don then ran his hands under the fabric of my top to work at massaging out the tension in the muscles of my back. I unconsciously let out a series of soft satisfied moans as the pain slowly released itself from my tired muscles. Don then moved his hands to my shoulders and manipulated the muscles of my upper back and neck. His fingers then trailed under the left strap of my top and he started to trace the scar that Rene had created months ago when he sunk his vampiric teeth into me to take a greedy drink. It was still quite sensitive to the touch and my whole body shivered with delight.
I could feel my senses tingling more intensely as his soft fingertips lingered on my wounded flesh. "Vampire," I breathlessly commented.
"Oh…" he responded with slight shock.
He then moved his hands to the base of my neck and ran his thumbs up and down the sides of it. With his right index finger he lightly stroked a four inch scab that ran diagonally towards the base of my neck from the right side.
"Demon," I stated quietly.
"Oh?" He questioned. "What about this one here?" He asked keenly as he scrunched the lower part of my tank top to my breast in order to expose my stomach and lower back then caressed three old scars near the small of my back.
"Werewolf," I answered with a tear-filled lump forming in my throat.
His hands then traveled back to the original offending muscle and he kneaded it gently as he observed, "You have a LOT of battle scars Addy."
I started to come out of my euphoric trance like state as a tear trickled down my cheek while I remembered some of the people I had lost because of my job. In my mind's eye, I saw Dean's face and was regretfully reminded of the sacrifices we each had to make every day to ensure the safety of strangers and loved ones alike. I sniffed back any other accompanying tears and answered while wiping my cheek, "Yeah… well I started at a young age, so I've had a lot of time to accumulate them."
He gently lowered my hand then continued to massage my back and moved his body closer to mine and quietly said into my ear, "Shh… it's okay Addy, we don't have to talk about that right now."
I nodded slowly while he grabbed both of my arms softly. He moved each hand each hand deliberately from my wrists to my shoulders, squeezing gently along the way to release any lingering tension. Once Don reached my shoulders, he pressed his fingertips into my upper chest, just below the collarbone. I then allowed myself to lean back onto Don's chest with my eyes closed so that I would be more comfortable while he worked with a content smile on his face.
My breathing had become very slow and rhythmic again from Don's expertly placed fingers releasing nearly every ounce of tension form my body. As he ran his hands down my arms again, he lowered his lips to my own in a soft tender kiss. My mind was so clouded by my feelings of contentment that I unwittingly reciprocated and shifted slightly so that I was more comfortable in his lap while raising my right hand to his face. Our lips maintained slow steady contact as Don ran his right hand up my stomach underneath my shirt.
Once his hand connected with the sensitive flesh of my breast, I was awoken from my elated state and I shot up out of his arms.
I quickly grabby my sweatshirt jacket and stood up while putting it on frantically saying, "Oh God Don… I shouldn't have… Oh God… I'm sorry… Oh shit…"
He remained in his spot on the couch and calmly replied, "Addy, it's okay… we're completely alone… no one will ever know."
I shook my head vigorously protesting, "No… we can't… I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…"
Once my jacket was zipped up, I turned to walk away. Suddenly Don shot up, grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt and yanked me back. As he sat back down on the couch, he pinned both of my legs under the weight of his right leg forcing me to be seated on his lap.
I managed to mumble some words of shock as he grabbed both of my wrists in his left and roughly combed the fingers of his right hand to the back of my head. He snatched a large fistful of my hair and then attacked my mouth with his own. Our teeth clinked together more than once and I soon felt a sharp pain radiate from my lower lip.
After a few more violent attempts to get me to return his kisses, Don jerked my head back by my hair and gave me a sinister smile. A small stream of blood flowed down my chin as a result of the damage he had inflicted on my mouth. The Sheriff slowly ran his tongue up my chin to lap up the blood and then he sucked on my bottom lip to consume even more of the dark, red liquid.
I struggled under his weight in a futile attempt to free my legs and hands and he leaned back to praise, "Mmm… you taste good Adelaide Jones. Now… stop fighting me… just relax and give in, you know you want to."
"Don… please," I desperately pleaded. "Don't do this… please?"
"Oh Addy," he replied as he pet my face and tightened his grip on my wrists. "Don't pretend like you don't want this." He ran his fingers through my hair almost amorously then he continued, "You've always been such a tease, but now… now you're mine."
He leaned in for another attacked and I quietly whispered, "Christo."
His entire body went rigid and he sat straight up in his seat. I had hoped that the shock would afford me a chance to struggle out of his grasp, but his hold on me became more ironclad instead. Then he looked down at me with his demonic black eyes and my hope filled suspicions were confirmed.
His lips turned into an ugly grin as he said, "Hmm… you are as smart as they said you would be."
I gasped as his right hand twisted the clump of hair he had in his hand to wrench my head back. He leaned in close and whispered in a sinister tone, "That'll just make this more fun."
My panic started to manifest itself in short, shallow, rapid breaths as I asked almost inaudibly, "Who…?"
He gently rubbed his left temple against my own as he replied coolly, "After I found out that Meg was killed here, I decided to stay and find out some details. And then you seemed to know so much about it, so I asked around about you. I have to admit Adelaide, you are quite… fascinating."
He sat back to survey my reaction to everything that he was telling me. "Mmm… and when I first saw you at the hospital… I knew that you would be…" He paused to lick a new stream of blood that was on my chin before he whispered, "… tasty."
He leaned back again and lapped up some stray blood off of his lip. "And don't worry, you didn't disappoint."
I had finally managed to slow my breathing and calm my racing heart so that I could sarcastically retort, "Oh thank God… I didn't disappoint a demon. NOW I can die happy."
He placed his index finger to my lips and replied with insincere concern, "Shh shh shh… don't say that Adelaide." He held my face in his hand and caressed my cheek with his thumb. "Now we wouldn't want anything to happen to you. I mean… I'm not done having fun with you yet."
He then grabbed my left wrist with his right hand so that he had a wrist in each hand and jerked me forward before pulling them behind my back. I bit my bottom lip trying to keep from giving him the satisfaction of yelping in pain while trying to think of a plan of action. Once my hands were secured in his tight grasp behind my back, he slowly unzipped my hoody while licking his lip hungrily.
He pushed back the black fabric to expose my tank top and tenderly touched the scar on my collarbone.
"I'm guessing that you got this from Rene then?"
I nodded while still chewing on my bottom lip.
He shook his head sorrowfully and said to himself contemplatively, "I always told her that her lust for him would cause her nothing but trouble."
He then leaned in and started to nibble and kiss Rene's handiwork while running a hand up under my top. His hand easily found my breast again and his nibbling turned into deeper bites as he fondled it.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as some tears of frustration started to fall. The demon took my laying back in tearful deliberation as me relenting to his touch so the movement of his hand, lips and teeth became more fervent and passionate.
"That's a good girl… don't fight it," he cooed.
"Omnis legio… Omnis congretio et secta diabolica ergo, Draco…" I started to chant just barely above a whisper.
As the words hit his demonic ears, he reared back and shook his head violently. I kept my eyes squeezed shut as I recited the words but they shot open when he connected a hard jab with his right fist into mouth. His sharp punch caused my head to flop back and forth while my mouth filled with blood.
While looking down at me he angrily said, "Now, now, there's no need to be nasty."
He then pulled me back into a seated position by my sweatshirt jacket and held the left said of my droopy head in his hand.
"Now, look at what you made me do. I don't want to damage this beautiful face," he continued sorrowfully.
As he pressed my head against his shoulder, he slowly rocked back and forth saying softly, "Shh… sweet, sweet Adelaide… everything will be just fine," he continued as if consoling a small child after a bad dream.
I turned my head to the left and spat out a mouthful of blood and saliva.
"Draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica idjuramus te cessa decipere humanas…" I continued defiantly.
In one swift, fluid motion, the demon's left hand released my wrists, grabbed the back of my head and slammed my forehead into the edge of the mahogany coffee table.
"Decipere… humanas… crea… creaturas… eis… eisque…" I continued slowly through a sob.
With one more final forceful thrust of my head into the table's edge, everything went black.