Hey there!
Finally getting the first chapter up! I didn't take much time to edit this one, so I apologize for the errors, but I hope you'll still enjoy it!
EatMyFeels
Chapter One:
Hellfire
The room went silent, and all eyes were on Annabel.
"You think that this was a plan to get me off the throne?" Crowley's face slowly started to turn red.
"Yes," Annabel crossed her arms, "And you fell right into it."
"I'm sorry Annabel, but your birthday is postponed," he stomped towards the bunker door.
"Wait!" Annabel ran after her father, "I'm going with you!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"You're not going to stop me!"
Crowley looked at his daughter and finally smiled, "You really are your mother's daughter."
They left the bunker together, leaving everyone standing in the library in a stunned silence. Annabel linked arms with Crowley, and without a word they descended into Hell. The nineteen-year-old looked around the dark corridor with large windows on one side. A throbbing red glow illuminated the wall on the other side. She looked through the window and let out a gasp. She saw flames, blood, and chains in a black pit, like an intricate spider web, chains suspended victims over the abyss.
"Th-this-"
"This is Hell," Crowley looked at his daughter, "This is my domain."
Annabel backed away from the window as her face blanched.
"This is why I didn't want to bring you," he sighed.
"I'm-" she took a deep breath, "I'm fine."
"We can leave if you wa-"
"No," her brown eyes hardened with determination, "I'm staying."
"Okay," Crowley nodded, "Just, don't leave my side."
Annabel nodded and looked at her father, "Lets find mom."
Side by side the two wandered through the halls of Hell, until they approached the throne room that Crowley once sat in. He squared off his shoulders and prepared himself for anything.
"Stay behind me," he glanced at Annabel.
She nodded and tucked herself behind her father. He threw out his arms, causing the double doors to fly open with louds thuds. He walked into the room his head slightly upturned as his eyes scanned the room, until they landed on the throne. His sight shifted over slightly. Ashton stared at him, her brown eyes wide and bewildered. He could see the tears that streaked her bruised face.
"Crowley!" She leaned forward, but the chains attached at her wrists prevented her from running to his side.
"It took you long enough," a Scottish accent chuckled, "Fergus."
Crowley's face twitched into a snarl, "Mother."
Annabel watched the scene in front of her silently, her eyes focused on the redhead on the throne.
"You must be Annabel," the woman smiled and held out her arms, "Come, give grandmother a hug."
"Go screw yourself," Annabel hissed.
"Now, that's no way to speak to family," Rowena frowned and let her arms fall.
"Stay away from my daughter you evil bitch!" Ashton snarled.
"Hush!" Rowena snapped her fingers.
Ashton opened her mouth to yell at the witch, but no sounds escaped her lips. She was put on mute.
"So, this was your plan?" Crowley scoffed, "To get me out of Hell, so you could steal the throne?"
"It worked didn't it?"
"Temporarily," he chuckled, "Now I'm back, and you should be running with your tail between your legs."
"Tsk, tsk," she clucked, "You're the one who abandoned Hell."
"To find my wife," he scowled, "Whom you kidnapped to distract me."
"Details," Rowena waved her as though brushing the comment away.
"I think it's time for a coup d'état," Crowley grinned.
"Oh please," Rowena rolled her eyes and threw a few of her curls over her shoulder, "I've got the Book of the Damned, meaning I'm stronger than ever."
"But are you stronger than the King of Hell and a cambion?" Annabel moved to stand beside her father.
"Perhaps not, however," she snapped her fingers, "I've got help."
A figure walked out of the shadows with a glinting grin. Annabel watched the figure, her eyes growing wide, and her lips trembling.
"E-Evan?"
"Surprised?" he arched a brow.
Annabel shook her head, "It can't be."
"Poor little Annabel," he pouted, "You are so naïve."
She pursed her lips to stop them from trembling.
"Bastard," Crowley growled.
"I needed to keep tabs on her," Rowena smiled, "I needed to keep her close."
"I trusted you," Annabel frowned, "I loved you."
"Nothing has to change," he flashed her his charming smile, "We can still be together."
"What?"
"Rowena isn't as bad as everyone thinks," Evan exclaimed, "She's willing to give us a life together."
"Annabel," Crowley's gruff voice addressed her, "This is a trick."
"I know," she said and glanced at him.
"What the hell do you want?" Crowley glared at Rowena.
"I want to be with my granddaughter," she exclaimed as she stood from the throne, "is that so wrong?"
"You want to use me for my powers," Annabel corrected.
Rowena pressed her hand against her chest with an expression of shock, "I would never!"
"You're a lying whore, mother," Crowley scowled, "And you'll never change."
Annabel turned her attention to the redheaded women, "Leave, or feel the consequences."
"You have so much potential Annabel," Rowena ignored her request, "I can make you stronger."
She walked towards the cambion and reached out a hand to stroke her cheek, Annabel swatted her hand away.
"Don't touch me," Annabel growled and reached for her knife.
Rowena backed away from Annabel with a frown and snapped her fingers.
"Annabel, look out!" Crowley exclaimed and moved towards his daughter to intercept Evan's attack.
"Manete!" Rowena pointed a finger at Crowley with a grin.
"Nice try," Crowley grinned without stopping, "But that won't work twice on me."
He blocked Evan's attack, which caused the boy to back away. Crowley grinned and without warning snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He frowned and tried again, but still nothing happened. He looked up, not seeing a devil's trap, and then looked down. He stood on a rug, and his guess was that there was a devil's trap underneath it. He took a step forwards and backwards. It was a small devil's trap that kept in one spot, with only enough space to stand.
"Dad!" Annabel moved towards his, but was blocked by Rowena.
"Listen to me Annabel," the witch pleaded, "We can help each other. We can work together!"
"Not interested," she scoffed.
Her eyes flickered over to Evan just in time to see him holding an angel blade.
"Evan, stop!" she shoved passed Rowena, who grabbed her arm.
"Please, Annabel," she dug her nails into the girl's flesh, "Reconsider!"
"No way," Annabel growled and pulled her arm free with a wince.
There were long bloody gouges left from Rowena's nails. Annabel ignored them and ran to Evan, pleading with him.
"Evan, please stop!" she yelled, but pulled out her iron knife.
He didn't respond as he lifted the angel blade high above his head, ready to stab Crowley.
"Stop!" Annabel screamed and suddenly everything seemed to stop.
Her eyes were screwed shut, but a dripping sound echoed in her ears.
Drip.
Drop.
She felt a hot tear roll down her cheek and fall off her chin.
Drip.
Drop.
Her hands began to shake uncontrollably.
Drip.
Drop.
She opened her eyes and stared up into lush green eyes.
Drip.
Drop.
She could feel warm blood run down her forearms before it dripped to the floor.
Drip.
Drop.
She pulled the knife out of Evan's chest.
Splurt.
Thud.
He fell to the floor, his eye green eyes staring up at her, empty and lifeless.
Drip.
Drop.
His blood dripped off the blade of the knife in her right hand, while her own fell from the fingertips of her injured arm.
Clank.
Thud.
She dropped the knife and fell to her knees as she stared at her bloodied hands.
Drip.
Drop.
Suddenly time resumed. She could feel everyone's eyes staring at her.
"I suppose this is my time to flee," Rowena said and disappeared.
There was a long silence, but Annabel could still hear the drip, drop.
"Annabel," Crowley whispered to her.
Drip.
Drop.
"Annabel," she could hear Evan's voice echo.
Drip.
Drop.
"Annabel!" Crowley's voice broke through.
She blinked a few times and looked towards her father. She shook her head before she stood and walked towards him. She felt wobbly on her legs, but she made it to him. She pulled back the carpet to reveal the devil's trap, and broke the seal.
Crowley rushed to Ashton's side and released her from her chains. They embraced, but Annabel wasn't paying attention to them. She just stared at Evan's body as his blood began to pool around him. Ashton and Crowley approached Annabel with frowns.
"Sweetie," Ashton spoke in a gentle tone, "I'm sorry."
Annabel glanced at her.
"Lets go home," Ashton smiled and held out her hand.
Annabel ignored the hand, rushed into her mother's embrace, and began to sob.