Harvelle Supernatural

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Chapter 47: Leviathan's Pet

Dick Roman never left me alone unless he was giving his famous speeches or board meetings. Susan kept a close eye on me. I would be locked in his office or some five-star hotel. Although he keeps his pet's well fed, serving me fine-dining and organic meals. Even keeping me on my medication for the ADHD. Roman discovered he didn't like my ADHD mind, not comprehending his high talk. Otherwise, he treats me well...to well...that was unsettling.

However, the worse was when he wanted to check on the Winchesters. The boys were still under the radar, yet Dick figures out a way to know partial information through me. All he had to do, was place his hand on my owl tattoo while I wear the medallion and instantly he will recognize that the Winchesters were alive or dead, mental status, anxiety level, basically everything since I'm connected to them. The process was unbearable, having a searing pain in my head as he gathers information. Afterwards, he would get what he needed from the 'limited source' and said, "Thank you, Skylar, your gift is much appreciated.

He enjoyed it, especially when March came along he got glimpses of Sam's madness. Sam's hallucinations of Lucifer has the alpha leviathan laughing. One day he triggered something that even I was seeing Lucifer. Worse two weeks of my life.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite human." Lucifer murmured.

"Go away," I snapped.

"I can't, I'm in your pretty little noggin," he murmured, tapping his temple. "Well, in Sammy's but I don't mind the sharing the two-way connection."

I growled punching at him as my blow seeps through.

"Sir, should I get a sedative?" Susan asked.

Dick laughed, "No, let her have fun with the Winchester's madness."

"Got to say, I like this Dick." Lucifer murmured.

I growled glaring at the three monsters.

So I spent days with his antics.

I was in the bedroom reading a book. Dick made sure I had no source of communication. No computers, cellphones, practically any version of a phone. Every time we were in a hotel room, Dick's men would disconnect all the phones. Susan had her cellphone locked with a fingerprint password, as did the other leviathans.

"GOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!" Lucifer bellowed from the top of his lungs.

The sudden shout knocked me off the bed from fright. Lucifer was laughing, slapping his leg with much mirth. Damn it; I don't know what is worse, the real Lucifer or this hallucination of him. He is acting like the prankster than Lord of the Underworld.

"Awe, c'mon Sky, you know it was funny." he murmured.

I shook my head and went over to the window looking at the Chicago skyline. I've tried to ignore Lucifer to the best of my abilities. He made sure he gets some attention. Although he commented, the more he is with me, the less time he has with Sam. As much as I worried about Sam, it's the best I could do in keeping the hallucination away. But is this Lucifer my hallucination or Sam's.

"Come on, Sky, talk to me. It's been days." he said coming over to me "I'll be good."

"You said that yesterday," I grumbled.

"Oh please, my company is keeping you away from doing something stupid."

I have given him a look.

He raised his hands up in defense. "Hey, I'm not surrounded by monsters."

I sighed, he had a point. If Dick didn't trigger this, I would have been planning my escape that would intervene. The leviathans are one step ahead of me.

"Instead of moping, why not figure out what the bigmouths are planning." He considered. "We know they are supposedly helping people."

Right, Dick told me a part of his plan. The leviathans are building cancer centers to cure those in need. But curing cancers doesn't sound like a leviathan or even a monster M.O. Plus there was the TDK Slammer at Biggerson's, that stones the consumer to be dumb to a certain degree. All I could get is they are making the perfect cattle, fat, stupid, and clean of any medical complication. There is more, how are they going to eat their prey, the old-fashioned hunt or a slaughterhouse. Some Leviathans looked ready for a game of hunting, while more are sophisticated. Dick doesn't seem to be one running around like most monsters.

Another thing I managed from Dick was that the leviathans are making America their hunting ground, his explanation was more human population than Europe, South America, or any continent.

"Come on, Sky, pay attention to me. I'm bored." Lucifer whined like a child. I rolled my eyes looking down to see the people live their daily lives. With a snap of Lucifer finger, it soon became a riot. People were fighting and killing each other. I gasped covering my eyes and pulling away.

"Stop it," I growled.

"I'll be good," he grinned. "I'll even help you escape."

'Shut up," I said going to the bathroom.

As I made my way, I hear him say, "She said 'Shut up' to me."

Oh God, just let the leviathan eat me.

.o0o.

Dick did another check-up, and Lucifer was gone. He was pleased that he could tell Sam was falling into madness. A perfect way to have him locked up in an insane asylum instead wandering the streets.

"Susan, check the medical records to see if any patients under the name of Sam have been admitted for a psychotic episode." He announced.

"Yes, sir," Susan said as she pulled out her phone and called their sources.

I glared at them, rubbing my shoulder to reduce the pain on my owl tattoo. I hate that I will always be a liability for the Winchesters because fate decided to join our souls together. Athena said she did not connect my Clairvoyant abilities to the Winchester; another source did, someone who was dominant. This was coming from the Daughter of Zeus.

"You're completing me right now, Skylar. You have that spark, that thing that makes humans so special. Not everyone has it, you know. Those people – they can be replaced. But people like you... are impossible to copy. " Dick complement in awe.

"So not all humans are going to be feast?" I asked.

"Of course not, got to keep civilization up to date...until the specials are no longer discontinue." he murmured. "Bruce Springsteen, Eli Manning, you, – you know what they are? Irreplaceable.

I scowled. So the Gifted is an exception, but how far. Are those with psychic abilities

"Skylar, now that Lucifer is out of your head, how do you feel about some parties." Dick murmured.

"Sorry, I'm taken," I mutter fixing the blouse I was wearing.

His eyes linger on my chest as I button up. Okay, not cool having a leviathan eyeing me with that hunger. Don't know if it hungers for flesh...or hunger intimately.

"Since you have been good, I'm willing to let you spread your wings." He said coming over behind me. His hand was touching my shoulder. Massaging me, I tensed to the touch. Without my medallion that he took off, my body was vulnerable like any human.

"What are you suggesting?" I asked.

"I need a date for a few parties," Dick said. "Since Richard Roman is in the top fifty most powerful men, thirty-five if may I say."

"Is it wise to bring a missing person to a banquet," I murmured.

"Not unless you change your appearance." He murmured adding more pressure to the massage. "I would love to see you as a redhead."

Shit, Richard Roman, the human was known to bring the young woman to his parties. As of late people were wondering the stop of women showing at the parties. Sure he had Susan and other female leviathans.

"Do I have a choice?" I whispered.

"No," He said taking a knot out of my neck causing me gasped in pain.

What is it with monsters liking me too much. First Lucifer, but he was using me to pawn Sam. Second Crowley, which makes no sense then profit. And now Dick, I'm to question how Gifted are connected to the Supernatural.

.o0o.

April has continuously been traveling. Dick attended many events having his arm around my side. He had a professional stylist dye my hair in a rich burgundy red. When attending these events, he would have me in the most expensive outfits that weren't flashy but sophisticated, enough to cover my with concealer to cover my leg tattoo with my departed loved ones. Although, he had a tracker on me. If I try to run, he and his men will find me, and I would regret it. Knowing there was no choice, I complied. If people talk to me, I would say I'm a friend, we've met in Dubai, and I work for a private firm by a secretive man. But most times I don't talk, just being Dick's arm candy. God, I hate this.

We were in the limo as Dick got a call, "Ah, Valente what news do you bring...excellent, bring here to Chicago. I'm sure he was tasty snack...Valente, this was a win."

He hanged up.

I watched him.

He stared at me with a wide-grinned, "My men found Frank Devereaux, he is out of the picture and collected his hard drive."

I frowned. Frank Devereaux was Sam and Dean researcher and identity-maker. He has all their information, especially where the impala location. If the leviathans get hold of Dean's Baby, he would be furious.

"Soon we will track the Winchesters with much ease," He added.

"And you'll be done with me," I countered.

"Oh, Skylar, I will never be done with you." He murmured, his hand resting on my knee massaging it. His primal instincts were rattling my senses. "You are a keeper. Especially when I was in control of your angel friend, Castiel."

"What is it about me, do you want?" I ground out. "I did shoot you with the colt."

"True, but I like my females feisty." He murmured, sliding his hand up my leg under my skirt feeling my thighs.

I gasped trying to pull away. He held me close to him, as he licked my ear before whispering, "Soon, Mrs. Harvelle, very soon."

Then pulled back to make a call.

Damn it Winchesters, get me out of this mess.

Haven't the newspapers or social media ensure of you my location. Or...did they give up on me. Dean did at Bobby's funeral. But Sam...he couldn't have given up on me? Could he?

"Perfect, I expected it within seventy-two hours.' Dick said then hang up.

"What do you expect in three days?" I asked.

"A tablet," he answered.

"You could go to any store and by any tablet." I counted.

He grinned, "Let's say this tablet is the first edition."

First edition.

.o0o.

Dick has become very talkative. He was intrigued by an IT girl at Roman Enterprises who could hack into everything. He was giving the girl name Charlie seventy-two hours to hack into Frank's hard drive or else she fire, in other words, eaten. But Dick says this Charlie was particular like me, he could have his men clone into us, but our abilities won't be the same, impossible to comprehend.

The following day, I was curling my hair for tonight's gala that Dick was invited. With my hair curled, I did my makeup to the standards the leviathans approved along with contacts, changing my hazel eyes blue. It sucks to be a leviathans doll. But I have to do it to survive. Once that was done, I started to put on the proper lingerie and then the dress. I slid in a small message into my bra, my clairvoyance told me a hunter is nearby. Maybe it's my boys, or someone else, but I need to get the message across. Back to getting dress, it was a black cocktail dress with a shallow scoop neckline, and sleeveless styling distinguishes the bodice, while semi-sheer lace atop a nude-toned lining gives a translucent effect. Sculpting lines define a classic silhouette that reflects the curves of my bust, waist, and hips, and triple tiers of tonal trimming adorn to knee length. Then some black flats, bracelet, and earring I was done. Though I had difficulty in zipping the back.

"Need a hand," Dick murmured, by the door wearing a tuxedo. I scowled, I don't need his hand. However, he came over and placed one hand on my neck while the other grasped the zipper. Ever so slowly, he zipped up the zipper, taking pleasure in touching my skin causing the primal instincts to the ability. He was an animal. The first beast, therefore much deadly. Once zipped he did the small clasp.

He gazed over my shoulder looking at my reflection in the mirror. His face burrowing into my neck. "So...lovely."

"Shall we get going," I murmured trying to remain calm.

"In a moment," He said touching my arms.

Would it be wrong to say a dance with the devil would be better than this? No doubt in my mind, when Dick was in control of Castiel, there was some imprinting that happened. Not like -Twilight-, but enough to make this alpha lust for my flesh. It's the human Richard Roman personality that restrains me. Susan let it slip as they obtain their vessels and their new appearance they contain a part of their nature.

After a couple of minutes, he stepped back offering an arm. Not having a choice I accepted it, as he leads the way out of the apartment and into the limo taking us to the gala. The gala was a dedication to anthropology and archaeological digging to find the past. As of late, Dick has spent millions on these supposed donations in these digs. My abilities told me it was not history he was after, but something else. An artifact maybe.

The gala went well, Dick doing most of the talking as I stood there looking pretty. Until he received a call. He excused himself from the other businessmen and led us out of the facilities. Taking out his phone he spoke,

"Outstanding." He praised. "And you'll call as soon as the package is in hand."

I watched him with as he grinned. He hung up and lead the way to the limo.

"Package?" I asked.

"Something of importance."

We drove to Roman Enterprises; he kept a good grip as we made our way through the facilities with ease. An occasional nod towards security. In the elevator, he stopped at one of the lower floors. Making his way towards one cubicle that had its lights on. A woman with red hairs, wearing casual clothes was closing up her station. Dick was behind her, as the woman turned startled to see him.

"Hey, Charlie. I was hoping I'd find you here" he greeted.

"Um, hey, Mr. Roman," Charlie mumbled.

"Please. Dick." He encouraged. A man, no a leviathan came up as Dick looked at him. "Pete, we're good here. Why don't you grab a bite?"

"Yes, sir," Pete said and left.

This girl was scared. I could sense it both clairvoyant and observe physically by how tense she was. Doubt it is because of her boss standing before her. No...she knows. She knows what he and others are.

"Show me what you found," He insisted to Charlie.

Charlie nodded as she turned going back to her computer. Dick pulled out another chair and gestured me to sit. With a deep breath, i obliged. He came over to Charlie, hovering over her computer to analyze her hacking skills. I was scared, for Charlie is supposed to break into Frank's hard drive. My boys would be exposed to all their aliases and accounts. Before I was taken, I transfer Bobby's life insurance into the boys account with Frank's help. Charlie showed him the files and since I could hear wasn't appealing. Could Frank had a dummy and hid the actual hard drive?

"So there's nothing about my company?" he asked, a hint of disappointment. She shook her head. "Ah. How about a Sam or a Dean?"

"I'm sorry, who?" Charlie asked.

"Sam and Dean Winchester," He clarified. "Give it a little peek, would you?"

Charlie nodded typing away on the computer. Suddenly the room became cold. This coldness was familiar. A ghost presence. My eyes wandered around trying to see if there was a ghost. However, it caught a glimpse of a usual flask. Bobby. I mouthed his name, afraid Dick would hear. A pressure of coldness could be felt on my left shoulder, as my abilities confirmed it was him. But how? Sam, Dean, and I cremated his body...unless the flask...it was part of him. Never went anywhere without it. His DNA in the leather and top. There was tension; he was fighting not to go vengeful. Carefully I took the small folded piece of paper and slowly set it on my shoulder. The invisible figure took hold of the paper and levitated into Charlie's bag behind the flask. Good, the Winchesters will get the message.

"Is it me, or did it drop ten degrees in here?" Dick asked.

"It's a bit nippy, yeah." Charlie agreed.

"I'll have maintenance check the A.C," Dick assured. "I can't have you cold, now, can I?"

Charlie shook her head. Soon the computer beeped on its search, "Nothing about those Winchesters."

If items were deleted from the drive, would you be able to tell?"

"Not if they were deleted properly."

Dick gazed at her with suspicions, "Well, they're crafty. Have all the data sent to my office."

"Of course," Charlie assured, typing away.

He stood watched, watching her, "So, really, how did you do it?"

"Uh, do what?" Charlie asked nervously.

"You broke the unbreakable. What's the thought process? Walk me through it,and ix-nay the Jargon."

"Um...nothing's unbreakable. Nothing's safe if you poke at it long enough." She explained.

"Nothing 's safe.I like that," Dick Murmured. "But that isn't what I'm asking, Charlie. You spark - it's one in a million. So having two in the room amazes me. Believe me, but when you got it, you invent guns and iPads and viruses, and holy crap, and you can be crafty. What is that, Charlie? 'Cause I can feed every fact in your brain to someone else, they still wouldn't be able to be you. "

"Dick, you're scaring her," I teased playing my role.

"Sorry," Dick said playing to the charade.

"Um...I guess you can't clone me," She mumbled.

Dick stared at her like a predator, "Don't think that doesn't piss me off."

Suddenly his cellphone rang to which he answered it, "Yes. Fantastic. Bring it up to my office. I'll be right there. " he hung up looking at both of us, "I think we're onto something here. Stay here, will you? I'll be back in two shakes. "

He offered a hand to which I accept getting up. We left towards the elevator. I turned my head gazing at Charlie and mouthed the word 'Run.' She nodded, understanding that I know the situation. We entered the elevator and went to the top floor. Once on the floor, we were greeted by a leviathan in a blue suit holding an industrial suitcase. He leads the way to the office.

"I've been looking for this for a very, very long time," Dick said happily.

The leviathan name victor set the suitcase on the table and opened it. Inside was not some artifact or money. Instead was a bomb, hook to a bottle of Power Clean Borax, and a timer on a smartphone. Six seconds were remaining. We all looked at each other.

"Now, who could have done that?"

Winchesters, I thought.

Suddenly the bomb went off.

In a flash, I was forced on the ground as liquid borax covered the room. Victor was crying out till falling unconscious. His face melted away. Dick hissed and growled, as he stood in front of me blocking the explosion. He took out a handkerchief and grabbed the phone with it, his face half melted, beginning to heal itself. "Nothing is safe, apparently." then spoke into the phone, "Lock the building down now!"

Afterwards, he came over and helped me back on my feet. His vessel hazel brown eyes examined my current condition. Already the chemicals were bleaching the dress, but otherwise, none of the borax got into my eyes or mouth, nor the plastic shrapnel.

"How about a lesson if you don't follow my instructions, shall we?" He murmured.

He gripped my arm in a vice leading the way down with Pete. Down the elevator to the main lobby where we could see Charlie trying to escape, except she was too late with the security system locked every door in the facilities. She turned around in panic, yet the door she tried to escape shatter but didn't break starling the human. Bobby, he was trying to help her escape. However, the doors were bulletproof. We exited the cabin and Pete rushed to grab Charlie.

"Hold on there, Charlie," Pete said, running over acting like she wasn't at fault but trying to help her escape. But Pete was grabbed by an unknown source and was slammed into Charlie. Oh no, Bobby has gone vengeful. Unable to see, something caught me and shoved the leviathan and me apart. Dick not able to comprehend was tossed across the room impacted to the reception desk.
The front door shattered rolling into Sam and Dean. They examined the room until Sam stared at me in shock.

"Skylar," he called out.

"Sam," I confirmed.

He was about to come over when more leviathans entered the room.

"Dean, he's one of them!" Charlie exclaimed in pain.

Dean turned to her, spraying borax on Pete. Sam tried to make his way over to me. But the security guard grabbed intervene. I groaned, in pain from Bobby shove and decided to run but another leviathan grabbed hold of me. His harm in a deadlock, one turn, and my neck would snap. It opened its mouth showing it's real face. Dean picked up Charlie, while Sam stood there with hesitation.

"That would explain it," Dick muttered. "You're hanging with the wrong crowd, kiddo."

The leviathan cracked his neck, fixing his suit making his way over. In a flick, Bobby manifested himself. There was much anger in his eyes.

"Not so fast, Dick." He growled, marching over and blasting Dick across the room. On to vanished once more.

Dick sat up with a grin, "all right, enough! Show yourself. Let's do this like real monsters."

Before he could stand invisible Bobby shoved him back down. The alpha groaned and chuckled. "You got to do that again. That tickled."

I looked at the Winchesters, there was no point in saving me with the leviathan confrontation around my neck. With a deep breath, i shouted, "Go you fools!"

Sam and Dean hesitated but knew Charlie was in no state to fight. So with much regret, they escape leaving me with the leviathans once more. It broke my heart that I would be a trap, and possibly dead. There was no ghostly activity when the boys left. Dick stood up with ease and walked over to me.

"Aren't you a loyal pet," Dick murmured, tracing my cheek. He yanked my dress enough to pressed his hand on Athena tattoo and growled. "Do they have the tablet."

I tried to fight off my brain from searching, but Dick manipulation was too strong as my answered cried out "Yes. They have it!"

Furious he digs into my head, I tried hard to block the message. But he saw, except it doesn't say 'Get the tablet' but rather in code. He had the security guard forced me into the elevator while he called his men to go after the Winchesters. One must have asked why as Dick growled, "Because they have it. Now get it back, before they figure the damn thing out!"

Then he took custody of me, forcing us back into his office. He shoved me onto a couch and marched over to Victor who finally healed himself to full capacity. He was nervous as the furious leader walked over to him.

"Please, sir, d-don't bib me," he pleaded.

"Bib you?!" Dick exclaimed. "Why would I waste a perfectly good meal?"

Just like that, he grabbed Victor exposing his real face and launched into a frenzy. I sat there in horror petrified in seeing how a leviathan feast in giant chunks of flesh. Black ooze spraying everywhere in the office. It wasn't long, maybe five minutes where Victor was no more than his blood spatter everywhere. Dick stood up wiping his victims oozed off his face and marched over to me.

"Now your turn," he growled.

He's gonna eat me, I thought in panicked.

"Oh no, Skylar, I'm gonna do more than just eat you." He tossed me on the ground and ripped the skirt of my dress. I gasped, trying to fight him off with the training Athena gave me. However, Dick grasped my leg sending pain through my system. My body somehow was unable to move. He tore the rest of the dress and gazed at my body.

"A flesh worth feasting," He growled, yanking the bra off.

I closed my eyes as tears fell.

So this is the end.


Cliffhanger!
I know I am cruel.
Mainly I didn't to write that scene.
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