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Chapter Eleven
Rachel's POV
I felt the warmth of the sun on my face before I opened my eyes. However, when I did I felt confusion ripple over me at what had happened the night before. I remembered certain events such as my escaping and trying to run off and that somehow Crowley was involved in all of this but the details were a bit blurry. Just as my brain was waking up the events that happened last night came flooding into my mind which made me sick to the stomach. I was in a house filled with how many demons and I didn't know a single human? How the hell was I going to survive? I must have been drugged or something last night to have not felt the immediate panic I was feeling right now.
I got out of my bed and went across the room and found a door that conveniently led to a en-suite bathroom. I didn't have much time to think about this fact as the non-existent contents of my stomach left my mouth. I hadn't had any food for at least a day so the fact that I was throwing up was a miracle in itself. While all this was happening I started to think about what Crowley and I talked about last night. I had obviously learned all about the demon business last night and had taken it too well is seemed.
I cringed at some of the conversation that I had said to Crowley especially the whole 'good demon' speech. Just as I had stopped throwing up and was cleaning my mouth there came a sharp knock at my door that brought me out of my reverie.
"The boss wants you to be in the kitchen in half an hour. There are some choices of clothes in your wardrobe for you to try on since he was pretty sure you wouldn't have wanted to be wearing the same clothes for the second day in a row. There's also some stuff in the bathroom for you to clean yourself." What seemed to be Jace's voice said, floating through my bedroom door.
"Erm, thanks Jace. Tell Crowley I'll be down in a few." I called from the bathroom.
"Sure." Was the answer I received and then I heard footsteps going down the hallway.
I finished off in the bathroom and then went to explore the wardrobe contents; not expecting much. There was an assortment of clothes for me to choose from. There was formal wear and casual wear. There was also a few dresses hung up on the railings. I looked at the casual clothes since that's what mood I felt like and picked out a bright pink shirt that said 'I believe in mermaids, fairies and unicorns' with some grey coloured jeans that were ripped on both legs. I paired these with some blue converse shoes and put the whole outfit on. Surprisingly it fit well – demon powers probably, I thought and shuddered at the thought. I went back into the bathroom and thankfully found a hairbrush and quickly went through my hair to make it look at least a little bit presentable.
After all this I went out into the darkened hallway. Even though it was bright outside none of the light flooded into the hallway which made it look darker than it actually was. It wasn't until I was fully out into the hallway that I panicked in knowing where the actual kitchen was. I decided to try and remember the route that Felix showed me when he bought me up to my room about 3 days ago. I went straight down the hallway and found a staircase at the end of it. I decided that there was no harm in going down the staircase to find out where it led to so I started to descend the stairs. This manor house was obviously massive since when I finally got down to the ground floor I had already counted four landings while I was walking down here. Who knew how many floors that this manor held?
I seemed to be in the middle of a classic styled entrance hall. There was a tiled floor with a couple of spare tables dotted around with flowers in vases on them as well as ornaments. There was a couple of plump, comfy looking chairs around too. Just as I was starting to feel panicky again I saw Felix coming my way with a kind smile on his face. I had to keep remembering that he was a demon like Crowley because his friendly expression kept making me forget what he was.
"I hope you found your way down here not too distressing?" Felix questioned, once he was at a reasonable distance from me.
"Well, if you use logic and reason then usually they win out in the end." I shrugged, still looking around for any sign of the kitchen.
"Your shirt definitely states that." Felix joked, but then turned serious. "C'mon, the boss wants to see you and he's got some information for you."
I followed Felix to where the kitchen was supposed to be. We trudged through the room that I had been on in my first night at the manor which to me just looked like a grand living room. The fire in the fireplace had been distinguished since I had been there but everything else looked exactly the same. We passed another couple of rooms that were in the same style as the first but finally, after about the third room, we came to the kitchen.
It didn't look like a kitchen to me. On one side of the kitchen there was a side table with an assortment of breakfast foods spread out. The options were endless; cereals to pancakes, a spread of what looked like a full English breakfast to simple toast and jam, there were even some croissants and chocolate bread along with loads of foreign looking foods that I had no clue as to what they were. There was also a selection of drinks; from the normal orange juice to some tropical juices that I didn't know the names of, there was tea and coffee and even milk and hot chocolate.
"I hope there's enough for you this morning." Crowley's voice came floating across from the other side of the room.
I turned around quickly on my heel and gave him a steely glare. I hope it put the message across to say 'I remember last night. Don't think to even try anything.'
"Oh, don't worry love. I thought you'd be like this. That's why I prepared all this; a peace offering, you see."
Damn, that mind reading again.
"What's with the sudden hospitality? Even though it would've probably taken you no more than 2 seconds to whip something like this up, there's obviously some kind of glitch in the works that you're not telling me. Demons don't do nice." I stated, turning my back to him and contemplating whether to risk trying any of the food; I was starving since I hadn't probably eaten in 3 days.
"I assure you the food has not been tampered with. The last thing I would want is you dead on my floor. Darling, I'd be careful with what you say. Especially with contradicting yourself. I remember a certain someone telling another certain someone, namely myself, that I was, what did you call me?, a 'good demon'." Crowley relayed out to me, using quote fingers and all.
"Well, obviously I was drugged up last night or something. I wasn't thinking straight. The fact that I'm even believing that demons are real is ridiculous. Here I am, a girl who hardly believes in the idea of God and who definitely doesn't believe in angels or demons, talking to a person who is announcing that, he, himself is a demon. Either the world has gone to pot or I need to be put into a mental institution." I ended my rant by choosing my breakfast item of choice; two slices of toast with a large helping of jam.
Crowley looked on with an amused expression etched on his face and after I had finished he commented, "I suppose you're an atheist then? That's interesting."
After I swallowed a bite of my toast I answered, "Not an atheist, no. I do like to learn about stuff in religion but I just can't force myself to believe in all of it."
I was met with a curious expression from Crowley's direction and then heard the instructions of, "Well, as interesting as it is that I get to learn about my new house guest there's work that needs to be done. I suggest you eat quickly so we can be on our way."
"We can be on our way?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Ah, yes. Didn't Jace tell you that you'll be working with me today?"
I looked over to the door that Felix had disappeared through a few minutes ago and that Jace was probably hiding and glared at the non-existent body, "No, he didn't mention a thing."
Crowley looked like he wanted to kill someone; that someone being namely Jace, "When will that boy learn? When I want something done he goes by my orders; not his own."
I shrugged, "I think he may not like me if that helps. He seems way more distant than Felix is."
Crowley's eyebrows furrowed with confusion, "That boy doesn't have anything for him to be against you. Perhaps it's the whole demon and human thing. He feels very passionate about that."
"Demon and human thing? Please tell me that he doesn't want to kill me. That's the last thing I need to deal with right now."
Surprisingly Crowley let out a bark of laughter, "Oh, no. It's not as severe as that. He has killed humans before but only through other demon's orders; not on his own decision making. No, for Jace humans are –"
Crowley stopped; he seemed to be trying to pick his words out right. "Think of the elitist in England; do you hate them?"
The question caught me off guard and I answered quickly without thinking, "Well, no, of course not."
Crowley sighed, "Ok, that was worded wrongly on my behalf. What I meant was that don't you get annoyed by how they act and how ignorant they are? About how they think that they know what they're talking about when they clearly do not."
"Well, yes, when you put it like that but what does this have to do with Jace and his hatred for human kind?" I asked, tilting my head in a confused manner.
"Well, that's how Jace sees humans. He thinks that they have too much free reign and that's how the world is what it is now. He seems to see the miserable side of life more than anything else and he's only a young demon. Sad, really." Crowley mused.
"Aren't all demons miserable?" I questioned, returning to eating my breakfast.
"Not all of us, no. I, for example, am perfectly content with where I am. I would like to be further up the rank in terms of business but doesn't everybody? I'm safe and well off and I'm surrounded by the things that make me happy in life. Not much of a bad existence if you ask me." Crowley answered, with a shrug.
"But what about friends and family? What about love? How can you live in a world without love?" I questioned him, raising an eyebrow as I continued to devour my breakfast.
"You're forgetting that I'm a demon, love. We don't need love or friendships. Anyway, enough of this chit chat. I suggest that you get ready as quickly as you can and we can be on our way."
When I had finished the most amazing breakfast that I'd had in ages I made myself look presentable again and met Crowley outside the house and on the grounds. I had been able to have a good luck at the grounds when I had been running away but in the morning sun they were spectacular. There was a wall covering the perimeter of the grounds and a grand gate in the middle; somehow I was convinced that Crowley hardly ever used that gate, if not at all. The grounds weren't too done up but the fact that there was so much space seemed to make up for that.
"Checking out the surroundings, I see?" Crowley's voice asked, breathing into my right ear.
I jumped backwards before squealing, "Crowley!"
"Sorry, love. Couldn't help myself. Now, shall we?" And he held his arm out; as if waiting for me to take it.
"Hold on! Hold on a minute!" I said, while crossing my arms.
Crowley's arm lowered and a frown set upon his face, "What's the matter, darling?"
"You haven't told me where we're going, exactly. What have you got lined up for us?" I questioned him, looking determinedly at him to get my answers.
"Can't you just think of this as another adventure?"
"Not with a demon, I can't." I told him, stiffly.
Crowley sighed, "Fine, but you won't like what I'm about to tell you. I think that in order for you to tell me about yourself more, and yes dear I remember what I said last night, that I should show you what I do so that you believe me. I know that you're going through that phase of not believing so that you don't come across as insane but really, darling, we're all mad here."
"Don't quote Alice in Wonderland to me. And, fine, if I'm mentally scarred though it's your fault." I huffed, and then let him take me by the arm.
Crowley rolled his eyes, "Of course, darling."
Just as he said that I was whipped away by his demon powers. I'm never going to get used to this. I thought as we landed in what seemed to be a barren road. I looked around and could immediately see a man starting to turn away.
"Hey!" I called, instinctively.
He turned around at me and stared. Was it at me or? I turned around as well and saw that Crowley was there; looking calm and collected as always.
"Well, hello. I'm guessing you were the one to summon me?" Crowley asked, walking towards the man.
Something clicked in my brain. Crossroad deals. He was bloody taking me to some crossroad deals. What was this? Take someone to work day?
"Er, I thought that this was all a joke. My f-friends told me about it." The man stuttered out; clearly he was out of his depth.
"Well, you're friends have gone out of their way for you, haven't they? Summoning the King of the Crossroads isn't an easy task, I'll give them that. Now, is there anything you actually wanted or was this a false call?" Crowley seemed to look bored out of his mind.
"Wait! Erm, I want my best friend to fall in love with me. I've been in love with her for years but I don't know if she loves me." The man fumbled about with his words.
"Usually girls like to be asked, mate. That's the normal thing to do." I stated, looking at him in disbelief.
"You girls think it's so easy for boys, don't you? But what if we're nervous as well? We're not like those boys that you read in your stories." The man said, sounding defensive.
"Yeah, yeah. Now can we get on with the deal, if we may? You do know you'll only have 10 years to live on this Earth right? After 10 years you'll be dragged down to hell." Crowley explained, looking at the man intently.
The man nodded his head in understanding, "Yes. We've researched this. So, is that it? Is the deal done?"
Crowley gave a low chuckle, "Well, you haven't researched enough obviously. The deal needs to be sealed with a kiss."
"But I'm not gay." This made me want to roll my eyes but I controlled myself.
Crowley shrugged, "Then no deal."
The man looked frustrated as he said, "Fine, but make it quick."
Crowley smirked before he stooped in, "As you wish."
It was a weird experience seeing two men kiss; even if it wasn't out of passion. The young man looked awkward next to Crowley; he didn't know what to do or where to place anything. Crowley, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself way too much. He let his mouth roam over the other man's and also let his hands roam where they pleased.
"Ok, can we not have a make out session while I'm here please? It's a bit awkward if you're not one of the participants." I exclaimed, exasperatedly.
Crowley gave a slight chuckle just as he pulled back from the man and straightened out his suit, "You do know the terms? After 10 years my hellhounds will have you for dinner?"
The man nodded and Crowley looked satisfied. He turned his back on the man and came toward me.
"Was that it?" I asked him, looking at the young man walking away.
"What did you expect, love?" Crowley questioned me, raising his arm again.
"Something more fantastical I suppose." I shrugged.
"I'm afraid that is definitely not in my line of business. Come on, I've got a few more errands to run today and I don't want you making me late."
I nodded and toke his arm. Without a second thought as I was whipped off my feet for the second time that night.
Hey everyone! Happy Thursday! I hope you're liking the route that I'm taking with Crowley's character. I wanted to explore his character a lot more than they do in the show. He's definitely my favourite character in the show right now ^_^ I love the last two eps of the show that I watched. Crowley's revelation was so awesome! And I loved Donna! I still haven't watched the latest ep which I'm gonna do tonight. Thank you to all the reviews that I've received and keep them coming - they always make me smile when I see them! :D Anyways, have a good weekend/rest of the week! See you next Thursday for Chapter 12! Toodles! x