Chapter 3

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Alastair hissed her up, holding her by her jacket. "Well, well, who would have thought?" He smiled that deranged smile that made Emma nervous.

"If you're going to kill me. Do it quick." Emma said strongly holding his wrists, ignoring the pain in her nose.

"Kill you? No." Alastair shook his head. "I have other plans for you. We're gonna have some fun."

Before she could even blink, Emma found herself bound to what look like a dentist table. The room was empty, the tiles were white, clean as if she was in a hospital. She felt blood in her mooth, probably coming from her broken nose. She felt the cold leather on her skin and she realized brutally that she was naked on this table. Alastair's face came into her line of sight as he bent over her.

"What do you want?" Emma asked him.

"What can you offer me?" Alastair asked sliding the cold blade down her face.

"If it's information that you want, you chose the wrong person." Emma answered her voice wavering slightly.

"I already know that." Alastair smirked. "Let's just say that torturing you has always been a dream of mine." He made a first cut on her arm. Emma yelped in pain. The cut wasn't deep but it was just the beginning. "The First One in the hands of Demons. God's weakness, they call you." This time he drove his knife a little deeper in her arm making her scream.

Her screamed filled the empty room as Alastair drove the knife deep in her flesh. He was talking to her gently, calmly but she couldn't hear him the pain was unbearable. The pleasure to hear her scream and see her squirm was all he needed to keep up the torture. He had heard of her. The Angel that couldn't be killed. That's what the legends said. Her true form was the one that was lying in front of him. Her grace was somewhere inside of this body locked away from prying eyes. Her blood was dripping on the floor, running down her stomach. Her tears were streaming on her face. Alastair had to admit it though, she was resistant. Anyone at this point would have begged him to stop. But the First One refused to beg. He thought her weak but he realized that he underestimated her.

"Michael, no!" Emmanuelle held his arm as he was about to strike Lucifer one more time.

Michael pushed her away. "Orders are orders, Emmanuelle. It doesn't matter that he is our brother."

"Well, it matters to me." She countered.

"You are really naïve, Sister." Michael sneered. "He disobeyed. He went against our Father's will. Do you really think that he deserves forgiveness?"

"I don't want forgiveness." Luicfer snarled behind her. "Our Father is blind to the human's flaws. They will betray him, adore another God than him. And with time forget him. They will destroy everything he has worked for."

"Stop it! Both of you." Emmanuelle screamed. "It doesn't have to be like this. You are brothers. You should remember that. Please, I beg you."

"Your will is not my command." Michael replied coldly before lunging at Lucifer.

He shoved Emmanuelle out of the way. Lucifer blocked his sword before punching him square in the jaw. Michael wasn't fazed by it and swung his sword, slashing Lucifer's stomach. Emmanuelle drew out her sword, holding in her tears and placed herself in the middle of them. She blocked Lucifer's sword about to strike Michael. She shoved him away. Turned around and kicked Michael.

"Stop it before it's too late." Emmanuelle pleaded them one last time.

"Don't you understand?" Lucifer asked clashing his sword with hers.

"It's already too late." Michael said lunging at her this time.

"Stop, please." Emma cried softly, weak from the torture. "No more."

Alastair stroked her hair with that deranged smile taking pleasure in hearing her pleading him. "Begging now, are you? I'm sorry, Pumpkin. We've only got started." He simply answered before driving the blade deep in her shoulder. Emma screamed at the top of her lungs and Alastair took pleasure in this.

Alastair left her a moment in peace. Emma was breathing hard, crying, in pain. She looked up at the ceiling, tears gathering in her eyes. "Camael,…please,…I'm begging you" She sniffed. "Come and save me." Her hopes were crushed when nothing happened. "Anna?" She called softly. "Castiel?" She started to sob. "Anyone,…please!"

"No one's gonna come for you." Alastair said stepping in the room. "You don't understand it yet but everyone has turned their back on you." He grabbed a longer blade from the small table that stood next to Emma. "You saved Anna. You helped the Winchesters. For what? Nothing." He planted the blade in her right hand. "You're all alone. No one will ever know you disappeared." He took the blade out of her hand and looked at the blood. "I wonder how long it will take you to die."

"Stop, please." Emma begged him. "No, no, no. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Her body went into shock and she fainted while Alastair drove his knife deep in her stomach.

"Why do you hate them so much?" Emmanuelle asked Lucifer.

"They are flawed, murderous, and destructive." Lucifer replied. "But all of you are obeying to our Father. You accept to love them more than you love him."

"I won't be able to love them more than I love him. He knows that." Emmanuelle retorted. "It's just that they see the world differently than we do. It's like everything is new to them. Fire, water, the snow. They enjoyed every single little thing."

"You are more like them than like us that's why you're defending them so much." Lucifer told her coldly.

"That's my punishment." Emma said barely above a whisper.

She didn't know for how long she's been here. Hours, days, weeks. She won't be able to tell. She had kept praying for Camael, Anna, Castiel to come but none of them answered her prayer. Alastair was right she was alone. No one will come to save her. Not even the Winchesters.

Then it stopped. The scream, the torture, the blood dripping. Alastair has left her alone. Probably to die. Alone. She had no hope of being saved and yet she felt it vanished away as the hours passed and she felt herself fading away. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Tears were finally drying on her face. She couldn't see herself but she could only imagine the state she was in. Her naturally white skin smeared with blood. She was sure she wasn't getting out of this place. She was sure she was going to die here.

And those memories kept popping up. Heaven, Lucifer, Michael. She couldn't care less about them at this instant. Those memories wasn't helping. They weren't giving her real information about herself. Not information that she didn't really know of. Actually, she didn't want to think about things that was angel related. Not after she called them several times and none of them had dared to answer her. None of them had come and saved her from Alastair. No one came.

Or so she thought.

Unconscious, Emma didn't see her two rescuers came into the room. They untied her wrists, her ankles, the leather bound that was over her bare chest and her lower parts. Threw one of their large coat over her body. One of them scooped her up, while the other one led the way. Emma woke up as a wave of pain hit her. She groaned slightly and felt that she was being carried. Adding to the pain there was the fear but she was too weak to struggle, to fight against them. She opened her eyes slightly, her vision was blurry. She tried to see who it was but all she caught was a glimpse of their jaw.

She woke up some moment later in a cheap motel room. Anything was better than the white, cold looking room she was in previously. Someone wiped something wet and cold on her arm. She opened her eyes slowly and was greeted with the sight of Sam Winchester wiping off the blood from her arm.

"Hi!" She croaked out, her voice barely audible. Her throat was horribly dry, her tongue horribly heavy.

"Hey!" Sam said looking up at her with a small smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Not good." She replied to him.

"You've been out for five hours." Sam said taking some bandages from the bed table. He started to wrap them around the large cut on her arm. "We stitched the worst ones."

"How did you find me?" She asked with a raspy voice.

"Ruby tipped us off." Sam retorted.

Emma felt herself deflated at hearing that it was Ruby who has helped her and not Camael or Anna. She ran her tongue on her lips. "Water, please?"

"Yes, sure." Sam slid his arm around her back and brought the glass to her lips. She sipped some of it with relief, her eyes falling shut.

The door opened at this moment and Dean walked through. "Hey, she's awake, yet?" He asked his arms full of bags.

"Yeah." Sam answered helping Emma sit up in the bed. He put the glass back on the nightstand.

"Good." Dean said putting the bags on the table. "Put some food in her and then we'll get her to Bobby's."

While Sam helped her eat something, Emma was deep in thought. Actually on the verge of tearing up. The Winchesters came for her, after they got the info from Ruby. A demon saved an angel. Who would have thought? It's not one of the angels that she had called that helped her but a demon and two hunters.

Right at this moment she felt like a broken toy. The pain was still there but was receding. She felt the pull of the stitches on her several cuts, over her arms, legs, stomach and back. She felt exhausted, overemotional and as if she was going to break up into pieces at any moment. She felt like she won't be able to put the pieces back together. She felt weak and useless something she never thought herself as.

After, she ate her meal, Sam took the bags out of the room and Dean walked over to the bed. "You can walk?"

Emma didn't answer right away. She was staring at the red angry marks that Alastair has left on her legs. She was staring at the large bandage that was on her right thigh. "Hey, you're okay?" Dean asked her when he saw she didn't answer.

She looked up at him. "Yeah." She replied weakly. Clumsily and unbalanced she got up from the bed. She winced as she felt the stinging pain of every single cuts on her legs. She found her balance clumsily and took a first step. Dean rested a hand on the small of her back and held her left arm gently while he helped her walk out of the room.

"Dean." Emma started her voice and her legs shaky. Dean hummed in reply. "Thanks…Thanks for coming and getting me." She said with a teary voice.

Dean looked stunned for a few seconds before recovering quickly. "Anytime, Emma."

Slowly but surely Dean and Emma made their way out of the motel room. Sam opened the backdoor of the Impala and held it open. A few more steps and they were both finally close to the impala. Emma sat down, Dean slid her legs in the car, and made sure she was comfortable and closed the door.

With his oil-stained cap and reddish-grey beard, Bobby Singer opened his house for the trio. He offered her the upstairs bedroom. She could stay at the house for as long as she wanted. That's what he said. They ate that night in silence. She didn't talk about what happened with Alastair and they never asked and she was grateful for this. Maybe she should have talked about it. It would have been better. It would have stopped the nightmares.

Restless. That was one word to describe her first night at Bobby's and all the ones that followed. If it was only images, she wouldn't have complained or even cared. But not only the images of Alastair were vivid but the pain was too. She felt it, everytime, she closed her eyes. She usually woke up gasping for air and sweating heavily. But she didn't talk about them to anyone. She kept it to herself.

The first days at Bobby's place, Emma was recovering mostly. Both physically and mentally. Dean and Sam Winchester didn't stay with them for long. They have found a case somewhere in Missouri and have left to investigate. So, Emma stayed there alone with Bobby. He gave her some money to get more clothes. So she could wear something else than this big shirt.

She helped Bobby, answered his phone for him, passed on the message, the most important one and started researching information about herself. Bobby's personal library contained a lot of books about angels. There was a lot of things about the archangels and the regular ones. Yes, there is differences between them. For example an Archangel was way stronger than a regular one. In spite of finding out so much about the angels, especially Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel and Raphael, she found nothing about Emmanuelle. Not a single book or even a small paragraph so far mentioned anything about the First One.

"Find anything interesting?" Bobby asked her as he sipped from his beer.

"Nope." Emma replied playing with her food. "I'm starting to believe that this First One deal isn't real and yet I know it is."

"What makes you so sure?" Bobby questioned her.

"Well, while Alastair was…uh…torturing me," She cleared her throat before continuing. "I had those flashbacks where I was talking with Michael and Lucifer. It has to mean something right?"

"What do you remember exactly?" Bobby continued asking.

"Not much, really." Emma frowned up. "Just bits of conversation, about God and humans. Nothing really important."

"Well, you haven't read all the books yet." Bobby said.

"Unfortunately." She grumbled.

"Come on eat something."

A few weeks have passed ever since and Emmanuelle has healed up pretty well. Her wounds has turned into red and angry marks on her body. Scars that were a constant reminder of her captivity at the hands of Alastair. She has gone almost through every books Bobby owned but there was nothing about the First One. She started to doubt that she was actually it. Maybe it was just a delusion on her part. But somewhere deep down, she knew it wasn't. Maybe the key was actually to look for something, some spells that could unlock her memory. Undo what she's done. So, she started to go through the witchcrafts books, Bobby had.

"Hey, Bobby!" Emma greeted him as the hunter stepped in his house. "Sam called from Iowa. They're working a case, where three guys have beaten their wives to death for no reason. Apparently all three of them had an affair with a stripper."

"Same one?" Bobby said taking a beer from the fridge.

"That's where it gets interesting. They had an affair with three different strippers but they all described the girls the same way." Emma retorted. "Perfect and everything they wanted."

"That sounds odd." Bobby replied opening his beer.

"What do you think it could be?" Emma asked him.

"Not sure but it could be sirens."

"Like in the mythology?" Emma asked Bobby. He left the kitchen and she followed him.

"Yeah." Bobby answered while grabbing his phone. "I'll call Sam. You, you start the reading."

"And where do I start?" Emma looked at him.

Bobby looked briefly at his book stacks, grabbed a dusty books from the shelves and threw it on the table. "Start with this one."

Sirens, in the Greek Mythology, were dangerous and yet beautiful creatures. They lured nearby sailors with their enchanting voices to wreck the ship on the rocky coast of their island. That was in the Mythology. In reality things were different. First, there was no ships to wreck, so no sailors to kill. And they weren't literal enchanting voices to lure the sailors. No, here the sirens were using the enchanted sailors to kill their wives, beat them up to death. It was a proof of their deep love for the Siren before the latter got bored. Eventually.

Researching on Sirens and on way to get rid of them was a good distraction for Emma. It allowed her not to think about her so called past as an angel or supposed link to Lucifer and Michael. No, right now all that mattered was helping the brothers and finding information about a Siren. Emma did enjoy doing those research talking with Bobby. Going through the numerous book. It was probably the mythological part that she enjoyed the most. She learned some stuff about the Sirens that she didn't know about. On the other hand, it was all very vague and not really helpful. But Bobby told her that all information could help. So she noted all the information she found and gave it to Bobby.

"Put it on speakers." Emma asked Bobby so she could hear the entire conversation.

Bobby rolled her eyes at her but complied anyway. "Hey, Bobby." Sam answered the call.

"Sam, you find her yet?" Bobby asked him directly.

"Ah, no. And it doesn't seem that she's slowin' down any. What about you? Got anything?" Sam answered.

"Er, some lore from a dusty Greek poem." Bobby started. "Shockingly it's a little vague."

"Hold on a sec, I'm gonna put you on speaker." Sam said quickly.

"It says you need a bronze dagger covered in the blood of a sailor under the spell of the song." Bobby explained.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked over the phone.

"If only we knew." Emma spoke up. "Let's just say that some information got lost over the years. All we know is that the spell has nothing to do with a song."

"Most likely some kinda toxin or venom." Bobby took over. "Something she gets in the vic'sblood."

"That makes them go all Manchurian Candidate." Sam retorted. "Ah, what do you think, she infects men during sex?"

"Maybe." Bobby shrugged.

"Supernatural STD." Emma heard Dean commented.

"Well, however it happens." Bobby said. "Once it's done, the Siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine…"

"It kills her." Sam finished for Bobby.

"Like a snake getting' iced by its own venom." Bobby confirmed.

"So, we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJ's in jail?" Dean questioned.

"That's where it gets complicated." Emma chimed in. "They are no longer under the spell. You'll have to figure out a way to get fresh contaminated blood."

"I think I might have an idea." Sam said on the speakers.

"Be careful." Bobby warned them. "These things are tricky bitches. Wrap ya up in knots before you know what hit ya."

"Okay. Thanks Bobby." Dean said. Emma cleared her throat loudly. "Yeah, you too, Emma." He added before hanging up.

"What?" Emma asked as Bobby stared at her with a blank face.

"Idgit."

"Think they're gonna be okay?" Emma asked getting up.

"Not their first rodeo." Bobby replied.

The phone rang a few hours later. It was the one with the FBI written on it. She picked it up. "Bureau." She replied curtly.

"Ah, yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please." A male voice said on the other side of the line.

"Can I ask who wishes to speak to him?" She asked.

"Agent Nick Monroe." The man replied.

"A minute, Agent Monroe." She turned to Bobby and covered the handset. "A certain Agent Monroe wants to speak to AD Kaiser."

Bobby exchanged the spatula for the phone and Emma moved to the fry pan. Bobby has decided of the menu. Hot dogs and beers. "You're questioning my authority?" Bobby asked gruffly. There was a pause before Bobby spoke again. "Well, you coulda fooled me. Last time I checked, son, D.C has jurisdiction. Or am I wrong?" Another short pause. "Good. Well, next time you wanna waste my time with stupid questions, don't." Bobby said before hanging up. "Those idgits."

"You are really believable in the part of an AD of the Bureau." Emma smirked.

"If you say so." Bobby snorted before taking off his apron. "Finish the cooking, I'm gonna check something."

"Okay." She shrugged.

"You found a bronze dagger?" Emma asked Bobby as she joined him in, what she called, his office.

"Wasn't that difficult." Bobby replied.

"Okay but we're nowhere near the boys to give them the weapon." Emma pointed.

"I know that's why I'm going."

"Come again." Emma frowned up at him.

"That agent that called earlier is a fake." Bobby explained. "Best guess is, he's the siren and onto the boys."

"You think they're in danger?"

"Most likely." Bobby sighed. "Don't open the door to anyone. You hear anything, you salt every door, every window. You grab that shotgun and you sit tight."

"You sure I can't come?" Emma said her voice laced with worries. She didn't want a repeat of last time she was left alone.

"You're afraid or something?" Bobby questioned.

"No." Emma retorted unsure. "I thought I might help."

"Just stay tight." Bobby told her instead. "I'll be back in no time." And he left.

To say that Emma was anxious about being alone was an understatement. She thought she was doing fine until now. She tried to convince herself that she was going to be okay. So, she did everything she could to busy her mind, to forget that she was alone. So, she cleaned the house.

The kitchen, the living room, she put the books away. Dusted, vacuumed every single corner of the house. She washed the curtains, she was surprised to find blood stains on the carpet. But given the job they were doing, it was probably normal. She cleaned the stains, the fireplace and found a second living room behind a closed door. So she cleaned it too. She realized that the actual living room was in fact the dining room. Emma got on a roll and just kept going. She went looking for the dining table to put it back where it was supposed to be.

The dining table was back at its original place. She has moved Bobby's office and the living room to the real living room. She did the laundry after that. She wore the big shirt while doing it. The large plaid shirt was originally owned by Dean and strangely she liked the smell of it. It smells like leather, gun oil and whiskey. The combination was kinda weird but she liked it anyway.

Before she knew it, three days have passed and Bobby was back. The brothers were back on the road. It took Bobby a few moments to realize that his house has changed configuration. Once he noticed the change, he gave Emma a glance of approval and they both moved to the kitchen to eat dinner.

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