Damn Crowley.

Damn him and his stupid need for overly rough sex. Everything on Bambi felt raw and sore. Hell, she was sore in places she didn't even know existed! As soon as she stepped into the Sioux Falls University Library though, things just got worse. All the librarians gave her either shocked or disgusted stares as she stepped into the back offices and into the employee bathroom to see what the fuss was about. Shit. She was covered in bruises, cuts and hickeys, and that was only what they could see with all her stuffy layers on. Bambi was wearing a black turtleneck with a black leather skirt and boots, and it took her nearly thirty minutes to get the worst of her marks covered in makeup. She couldn't take doing this on a regular basis. Changes would have to be made.

With a huff, Bambi gave up and pulled out a scarf and wrapped it around her neck. Better. She decided to get to work on the books she had to finish shelving. Since she was the youngest and most limber of the librarians by nearly twenty years, she always got book stacking duty while the others read to children or checked out visitors. Bambi stepped out, ignoring the stares of her coworkers, and pushed the cart of books to the nonfiction section where she could hide in self-shame. It didn't really make much sense for her to keep a job when she was in Hell so often, but she had one anyway. Books were always a great fascination to her mostly because she had such a...unique childhood. It was more like no childhood. No one ever gave her much attention, so she turned to books as surrogates.

"Bambi? The Hell happened to you?"

Bambi turned to the voice with an eyebrow raised. Her eyes automatically met Bobby's and a blush of embarrassment coated her cheeks. Wait, why was she embarrassed? Why did she care what he thought? She was only supposed to care what Crowley thought. "Oh, hello Bobby. Are you here for more books?" she asked, dodging the question.

"Returning them. The Hell happened?"

"Oh...it's nothing. I fell; there's no reason for you to be worried."

Bobby grabbed Bambi by the wrist, making her stumble slightly. "Since when does falling leave finger shaped bruises?" he asked as he stared at her wrist.

Bambi pulled her hand away slowly and averted her gaze. Damn. What could she say to that? 'I had hot sex with a demon who's kinda like my father.' Yeah, that would go over well, especially with a hunter. She sighed and continued to shelf books. "If there's nothing else-"

"Is somebody hurtin' you?"

"What? N-No, of course not."

"Is it a guy?"

Bambi tensed. What part of no wasn't he getting?! "Why the fuck do you care anyway?" she snapped, a part of her mask falling away.

No longer was she the doe eyed beauty who was meek and had sex appeal. She was evil; she was raised to be a ruthless animal. A killer. A tool. Why the Hell would he be nice to her? She didn't deserve it. If he knew the truth, he'd have a gun aimed between her eyes. A pang of something hit her chest, and she huffed. Damn emotions. They were pointless in her profession.

"You wanna talk about it?" Bobby asked. It startled Bambi. How could he still care? "We can go to my place and get you a beer. I'm sure you could use it with all the stuck up broads givin' ya the evil eye."

"I-I-" she muttered.

Why the Hell was he being so nice to her? It wasn't like she ever did anything for him. He wasn't giving in either. Surely he didn't actually...y'know...care. It was sorta creeping her out. She clenched her jaw and looked around. Maybe talking wouldn't be such a bad thing, and maybe while she was there she could get some information. That way Crowley wouldn't kill her for seeing this hunter again. She agreed and went back to working, telling Bobby she would be by after work. He bought it of course because for some reason he trusted her...cared about her. Big mistake.

An hour after work, Bambi drove to Bobby's run down shack and knocked. He seemed surprised that she showed up, but she noticed that he was smirking too like he was happy to see her of all people. He probably didn't get much company. She guessed as much when she saw the inside. As soon as she stepped in, Bambi could practically feel the presence of supernatural objects. She paused only slightly before she continued pressing further into the house. It was nice once you got inside it, but dear Lucifer, did this man never clean?! It was worse than the fucking foyer. She stepped over a pile of papers into the kitchen and saw Bobby grabbing two glasses and some booze. Oh yeah, she was supposed to be here to confide in Bobby about...well, Crowley.

"So...a guy did this to ya?"

"Um...yeah, he tends to get a little over zealous when he's angry...or happy."

"That's puttin' it lightly." He was looking at her neck.

"Well...it's not his fault really. He's busy at...at work, and he just doesn't have that much patience. Plus he...he kind of likes to be rough," she said after downing her first glass of liquor. Jeez this was embarrassing. More embarrassing than it should've been.

"You should get out. Take it from someone who knows; my old man was always beatin' on my mom."

"Well, I-I can't really. I-"

"You can stay here if ya need to," Bobby offered. He was sitting beside her kinda close, and she smiled softly. She enjoyed the gentle attention she was receiving. She hadn't received affection in so long...maybe ever. But honestly, she shouldn't have been enjoying this.

"I'll be fine," Bambi smiled. "I promise to stay at a motel."

Bobby seemed satisfied with that response and signified it by nodding and taking a swig. Bambi realized that maybe she didn't really want to leave. Before she knew what in the fuck she was doing, Bambi actually kissed Bobby. It was short and abrupt, but it was gentle, not ferocious. It was a first in a way for her. Bobby seemed tense before sliding a hand behind her neck, holding her head there. However, it was rather short lived because an alarm went off on Bambi's phone. She pulled away from Bobby, a little shocked that she actually did that.

"I-I have to go," she mumbled before running out.

Bambi stood overlooking the destruction she had created. The scene filled her with grotesque euphoria; she couldn't help but smirk at her gorgeous handiwork. She hadn't seen anything more magnificent, more grandiose, and she was proud. The body of her victim was sliced, bleeding. The blood pumped from his neck in a rush of wild red fury, and Bambi couldn't help but bite her lip in passion; these kills always sexually excited her. There was just something about the way they begged her to spare their lives. She was in control for once.

She had enjoyed the feel of the knife cutting through his victim's skin. That last exhale of breath, that finality of inevitable death, was madly brilliant. The veins in her victim's body were bright blue as he struggled for breath. Blood pooled beneath the table her victim nailed to. She looked down into the eyes of her victim. She could see the life draining from them as he silently begged for help and forgiveness. Bambi wouldn't give him any.

Finally she took a chainsaw and cut open the victim's chest, the thrill of the blood splattering across the protected walls and ceiling flooding her veins. Bambi took a deep breath and grimaced at the irony of the action. She loved cutting victims into pieces. Their identity no longer mattered. No one would know or care that they were gone; she was in complete control of their fate and destiny and it always ended.