Guys, I'm so sorry for how many times I've re-made this chapter. I was having a little trouble getting it to format correctly there for a bit. But, here we are now! I fixed it all up! Hope you enjoy this new chapter:) It's a bit longer than that last one

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Chapter One

In The House

Griffith walked until she found herself at the door to a flat. She hadn't seen the Bentley out front, so she guessed Crowley was out somewhere. She didn't have long. The long-haired brunette pulled a curved blade from her pocket and, quick as a snake, cut a near-perfect circle in the window, letting the glass fall out silently onto her hand. She held the circle of glass gently and stuck her right hand in the newly formed hole, reaching for the locks on the other side. The demon had added a couple since the last time she had broken in. Griffith soon had the door unlocked and she slipped inside, gently placing the glass back in the window and fixing it with a small demonic miracle. She re-locked the doors just in case he came back while she was still there and snuck through the house. Maybe she could find out more about him and give that information to Hell, too. She bet that would look at least a little good on her records.

She snuck into the back bedroom, looking for anything she could use against Crowley. As she searched around, she found a rather large bathroom and ideas immediately started flooding through her head. A toothy grin spread over her face, revealing the two premolars that were just a little longer and sharper than the rest of her teeth, subtly resembling fangs.

The hunter went into the bathroom and gathered up every last bit of toilet paper and began flushing it all down the toilet. Once she was down to one roll, she unraveled the whole thing into the bowl. She let that sit there and turned to the tub. She plugged the drain and turned on the water, letting it fill the bath as she grabbed all the bottles of shampoo and conditioner, body wash included. Anything shower-related. She dumped all of it in the slowly growing pool of water and left the room. She couldn't stop grinning to herself as she worked. She couldn't wait to hear what Crowley's reaction to this would be.

She sniffed out all of the alcohol in the flat, even the bottles that were hidden in secret compartments, and brought them into the bathroom. It took a few trips, but she finally managed to get it all in there and poured as much as she could into each of the newly-emptied containers of shower supplies. She placed them back in their spots and turned off the water flowing into the bathtub. She snickered as she dumped almost all of the remaining beer, liquor, scotch and the rest of it all into the water. She didn't drink, so the smell was awful to her, but she couldn't hold back a smile.

Once she finished with that, she turned the bath water back on and miracled the tub so it couldn't drain and the water wouldn't stop running. Griffith snickered and plugged the sink and turned the water on on it as well, doing the same miracle. Before she left the room, she took a look at her work, at the slowly rising water and alcohol. She remembered the toilet and gave it a quick flush, letting the spoiled water run over the edges of the bowl. Griffith quickly slipped out of the room before the water could reach her feet and miracled the door so it wouldn't let any of the water out until someone opened the door.

She had taken the remaining alcohol with her out of the room and now she headed to the plants. She had seen them when she walked through Crowley's room and an idea had sparked in her head. She knew how much he loved those plants. She stepped into the room and the plants almost seemed to reach hopefully to her, then she grinned demonically and brandished the first bottle. The plants recoiled from the aroma as she opened it and as she poured the alcohol all over their soil and leaves, they began to droop. She stood in the room for a long while, watching the plants droop lower and lower to the ground before deciding to do something else now.

Griffith stood in Crowley's bedroom with a smirk, trying to think of what to do next when the sound of keys in locks sounded from the hall. She went silent and rigid and leapt at the bed, swiftly diving beneath it. The door opened and she immediately recognized the footsteps that followed as Crowley's. She held her breath as she watched him enter the room, only being able to see his feet. He kicked off his shoes, leaving his socks on, and she guessed he took his glassed off as well from the sound of something small hitting the bed. She listened as the lean demon easily swung the black leather jacket off his shoulders and hung it in his closet before heading to another room. Griffith moved her eyes to follow his movements and a small grin crept over her face again.

She should probably leave now. That would be the safest option….but then again, she could also stay and revel in the chaos that was sure to ensue. Her smile widened as she heard a loud gasp and the sound of Crowley moving around the leaves of his precious plants. Looked like she was staying.

"What the Heaven happened to you all?!", he said aloud, his voice airy with disbelief. She had heard that his plants were the best in London, so when he walked into them dropping and dying, it must've been a real shock. Griffith heard him growl and stomp out of the room, muttering to himself. "Great. Just great."

She heard a loud yell of frustration and the slam of a few cupboards and figured he had found the empty spaces where all of his alcohol used to be. More frustrated shouts and bangs soon followed and by now, Griffith was fighting to hold back a giggle.

Then came the moment of truth. She didn't care if she got caught. She needed to see his face for this one. Crowley was stomping to his bathroom and Griffith hid behind a wall near him. She waited until she heard the doorknob turn before peeking her head around the corner, brows raised in anticipation.

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. The door opened and Crowley's slitted, yellow eyes shot open wide, his face contorting with shock and alarm just before the water slammed into him, knocking him into the back wall. The smell of watered down liquor and beer filled the hall while Crowley sputtered on the ground. Griffith was nearly on the floor as well, laughing her lungs out.

"That was priceless!", she said, her head hurting from the force of her laughter. She had had some nice pranks, but this was a real victory. Crowley's head shot towards her, his eyes wide before narrowing in pure fury.

"What the hell are you doing here?!", he yelled angrily, getting to his feet and lunging towards her with fury burning in his eyes. Griffith turned and ran out of the room, to the door. Crowley waved his hand, miricaling the door to stay closed, and Griffith swiftly crashed through the window instead. He began running and leapt nimbly through the window himself, onto the balcony.

Griffith had climbed up onto the railing, easily balancing on the metal bar as she turned to face him.

"See you later, serpent", she said with a smirk. Crowley ran for her, but she had already let herself fall from the ledge, her hair flying up around her face as she fell through the air. She twisted herself into a tight spiral, brown and black wings unfolding and a long tail emerging from her spine. She snapped her wings open and soared into the air, now in the form of what seemed to be some sort of giant secretary bird. The only differences, however, were the long, almost dragon-like tail with the oval of feathers at the end instead of the usual tail feathers, the short horns twisting from the back of her skull, the longer beak, and the mane of feathers running from the top of her skull down to the base of her spine. Griffith waved a talon at the enraged demon, still trying to calm her laughter, and flew above the greying clouds, hiding herself from view.

Crowley watched as the giant brown bird flew off and growled, his jaw tight with anger. How dare she come into his own home! And his plants! Oh, his plants! He would kill that demon. For now, though, he could only get to work on setting things right in his newly drowned flat. He stalked back inside, slamming the door, and headed to the bathroom.

With a quick snap, Crowley was dry. He didn't want to track water through his entire home. He quickly miricaled the tub and sink to act normal again and went to grab a few armfuls of towels. Once that was all settled and his bathroom was at least mostly dried up, he put a few towels down in the drenched hallway and went to take care of his plants. As he did all this, he planned different ways of catching that childish demon, Griffith. All the most painful ways to pluck each and every single one of her feathers off and shove them all down her throat.

He had known Griffith for quite a long while now and she had gotten on his nerves every time they ended up meeting. At one point, he had known her as a sort of partner in crime. Another demon who didn't do exactly what Hell told her or at least didn't want to. But now, she was just a nuisance. Hell apparently caught word of how much they disliked each other now and had sent Griffith to do her job and hunt him down.

Hunting. He never quite knew why demons liked hunting down their own kind, but he knew it was necessary for the worst demons, or at least the bad rogues, to get sent back down to Hell to be dealt with. Guess Hell had him on that list now, too. Fun.

"I'm going to kill her", he growled, miricaling his alcohol out of his plants. He finished up and threw away everything she had screwed up too much. All of the empty bottles were thrown out and the dead plants he brought to the back room to be turned to mulch. Crowley went back into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub. He tore a hand through his hair and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

"Hey. Meet me at the Ritz in an hour. I need a drink." He put his phone away, not waiting for an answer. He still smelled like booze from the alcohol in the water. He took a breath and shut the door. He needed a shower.