Chapter Four
Rachel's POV
He was looking at me with interest, "Hello darling. The name's Crowley."
Internally I was freaking out. Either this man was insane or, impossibly, that I'd been sucked into the Supernatural universe. I read too much SPN fanfiction. I looked up to see Mark/Crowley staring down at me with interest. I glanced at the other two people that were in the room; one was looking at me with concern. He had slicked down black hair with a nicely defined face. His clothes weren't as smart as Mark's/Crowley's were; he wore just some faded jeans and an old 'Rolling Stones' shirt. He gave me a slight warm smile as he saw me looking at him. I smiled back in response and then took a glance at the person on the other side of the room. He was more put together than the black haired guy. He was a blond haired beauty with curly waves which were kept in place, with what I thought must be hair gel. He wore some smart dark blue jeans that fit him nicely and a brown shirt with a slight V-neck at the chest. Basically he was every girl's dream come true; too bad he wasn't mine.
"Liking the surroundings, sweetheart?" Mark/Crowley asked me, with a smirk.
My attention went back to him just as the blond started chuckling at his comment, "Where the hell am I? Why aren't I dead at least?"
Mark's/Crowley's eyebrows both shot up in what seemed like genuine surprise, "Dead? What do you mean by that exactly, love?"
"Like the fact that I should be dead in the ground and be in a coffin or that I should be in either heaven or hell if they even exist. Wait, is this the afterlife?" I asked, looking around at my surroundings.
The location that I was in was a spacious, luxurious wood panelled room with comfy looking furnishings. There was a fireplace burning in one of the walls with bookcases lining high next to it. I took a quick glance over the books that were and instantly found a few classics and modern books that were my favourite including 'Wuthering Heights', 'The Book Thief' and 'Northanger Abbey'.
"You're a booklover, aren't you?" The black haired guy asked me, just as he saw me gazing over the bookcase.
I nodded in response and then turned back to see what Mark/Crowley was thinking. His burrows were furrowed up in confusion and he was definitely deep in thought.
"Why do you think that you're dead? What gives you that impression, dear?" He asked, his voice softer than usual which made the blond haired guy raise his eyebrow at him with a look of disbelief directed towards his boss.
I shrugged, "The last thing I remember was that I was in a bus with my best friend and that it suddenly caught fire at the back. The bus driver must have been mad or something because he wouldn't pull to the side of the road; he kept driving. The smoke kept getting thicker and that was when I lost consciousness. I don't know exactly what happened to my best friend. All I know is I woke up here and now here we are."
"And now we are here." Mark/Crowley repeated, looking thoughtfully at me.
"How can we know that we can trust you? I mean, you know how mad that sounds right?" The blond haired guy asked me, looking at me with all signs of distrust on his face.
As a thought pinged in my head I looked around for my bag. I saw that it was on the floor for some reason and I went over to grab it. I fished through and finally found what I was looking for; my IPhone. The men looked at it curiously but that wasn't what I wanted to show them. I searched through my music and landed on 'Get Lucky' by Daft Punk which I knew it had been released in 2013. If they knew this song then I would know I was at least after the year of 2013. However, when the song started playing the men all looked super confused.
"What is this music? Even if you could call it music." Mark/Crowley commented.
"Ever heard of Daft Punk? That famous electronic band?" I asked.
"Yeah, I have but not that song. What's it called?" The blond haired guy asked, getting his mobile phone out of his pocket.
"Get Lucky. It was a 2013 release." I told him.
I could have just told them that I'd seen a dinosaur roam London by the expressions on all of their faces. Then the blond guy went back to his phone to what I believe was him checking that my information was right.
"Well, they haven't got any song named Get Lucky out yet. So either you pirated it early or…" The blond said, trailing off as if he didn't want to say what he was about to.
"Or that she's from the future." Mark/Crowley finished for him.
"But that's impossible boss. You know that. No amount of magic could do that." The blond guy argued.
"Well we can put it to the test can't we? Who's the president in whatever year your from?" Mark/Crowley asked.
"You could just ask what year. It's 2014. And the president is still Obama." I answered.
"The new president does well." Mark/Crowley commented, "Alright, how about at home? How do the elections go there?"
I smiled as I realise that he's picked up on my accent, "It's the Torries I'm afraid. David Cameron is the prime minister."
"Really boss? You think political questions are the best kind to see if she's lying?" The blond guy asked his boss, looking at him in disbelief.
Mark/Crowley turned around to face the blond guy, "What do you want me to do then, Jace? Torture information out of her? I know that's my art but I can't see anything about her that makes me want to torture her. Maybe you could do me the honour of that instead, hmm?"
My breathing hitched slightly at the mention of torture. These men were definitely mad. I needed to get to a place of safety so that I could at least start planning a way out of here.
I faked a yawn which made the men all turn around at once to look at me, "I would really like to go to sleep if that's possible? Would I be able to have a room? I'm pretty sure this is where I'll be staying for a while before I find my own place."
Mark/Crowley looked at me curiously before nodding with permission and ordering, "Felix, go and take the lady to a spare room. There'll be one here somewhere. I need to talk to Jace alone."
I could hear a groan coming from Jace as I left the room with Felix by my side. As Felix closed the door behind us he let out a low chuckle.
I looked at him curiously, "How's that funny?"
"Jace'll be in trouble again." Felix commented but when he saw my expression he quickly explained, "Don't worry. The boss is fond of us both or about as fond as a demon can be."
"So in one day I've died, supposedly time travelled and now I'm talking to people who believe themselves to be demons. My life can't get any weirder." I sighed.
"I'm sure it can. And I'll allow you to keep believing that we're not demons just so that you're not terribly scarred but the boss will want to change your beliefs in a few days." Felix explained to me, while taking me down a long wooden dark corridor only lit by candles on the walls.
"Whatever you say. You know you sound like a crazy person. All of you do. This is just the Supernatural crew being crazy again or some fans posing as the characters or something. None of this is real." I said, speaking about Supernatural for the first time.
Felix gave me a sidelong glance with a confused look on his face, "Whatever you want to believe, dear. Here's your room."
I had been so involved in Felix's conversation that I hadn't taken any notice as to where I was going. My room was a grand room with a carpeted floor and, just as the living room and the corridor, wood panelled walls. There was a four poster bed in the middle of the room with two side tables next to it with lamps on them. All along the walls there were bookcases lined up with volumes stacked high. Opposite the bed in the wall that had space and wasn't covered by bookcases there was a fireplace that was lit. Where there was spaces and not bookcases lining the walls there was furniture such as Chest of draws and wardrobes.
"I hope you'll be comfortable here. If there's anything you need just give me a shout. I'm the bedroom next door although I don't need to sleep I do like to spend a lot of time in there." Felix told me, smiling slightly.
"I don't know whether I should be grateful or disturbed by that." I joked.
My comment earned me a playful glare and then Felix left the room shutting the door quietly. I sighed and then made my way towards my bed to relax and get the weight off my feet. As I got myself comfortable I started on planning my escape out of this madhouse.
Sorry this update was a few days late guys! Literally, it's been a crazy week and I only just remembered about this story yesterday. Next week maybe a little crazy too because of essasys and Im hopefully off to a party. I'm just off to work on the story more cos I had a boost of inspiration to write more of it :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter anyway - despite how crazy it is! See you next week! Toodles! x