Author's Note: CAUTION: IF YOU CAN NOT HANDLE SOME VIOLENCE PLEASE SKIP OVER THIS CHAPTER YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND THE NEXT CHAPTERS FROM CLUES IN THEM. PLEASE USE DISCRETION. I do not own any supernatural characters. Thank you all so much for reading. Special thanks to squidgy78, AngelOfTheLord3, and ignissaltator for following the story. I hope you all enjoy! Love you all bunches.
Little Haillie gasps in shock as the man steps out from the shadows of the guest bedroom that Crowley and Catt stand in. Defensively, Crowley grabs onto Catt, and he pulls her out of the way of the gunshot. He is infuriated. No one does this to him. Crowley growls deeply, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my home? I don't think you quite grasp who I am."
Not scared or intimidated in the least bit by Crowley the man chuckles. The dark ski mask covers all of his face and neck. The man replies smoothly still holding the gun at only Catt, "Oh, I do understand who you are, Crowley, but unlike most, I don't really care that you call yourself the ruler of Hell. I think not. You've become soft and weak. To get you back to top status I will eliminate the things that are holding you back. That child and this girl are the biggest threat to your life. If I simply 'eliminate' them it will all work itself out. You see?" A certain weakness flashes through Crowley's eyes. In that moment the man capitalizes. The gun goes off straight into Catt's head. She falls to the floor, dead.
"NO!" Crowley cries out as the man lurches then towards the doorway. Haillie toddles as fast as she can go towards the stairs, but she is caught by the arm by this muscular, masked perpetrator. "Let her go!" Crowley screams as loud as he can. Trying the make anything happen with his powers is not happening. Looking around, Crowley sees the sigil that has put a halt to any and all power in the house.
Haillie's little blue eyes look desperately at Crowley begging him to save her. The intruder's clutch gets tighter to her arm. Carelessly, he waves the gun around in her face to scare her. Tears start to fall down her now rosy cheeks. The gun clicks.
Seeing as there is no other way out of this, Crowley falls to his knees and begs, "Please don't do anything else. I will give you whatever you want. Please don't hurt her. She is just a little girl. Please, I need her. I know you can't even find it possible to comprehend, but I need that little girl more than anything." The tears are falling like rain out of Crowley's worried brown eyes. He squeezes them shut and waits for an answer.
Laughter comes from the evil intruder. The man smiles a toothy grin and says to Crowley, "You aren't even doing half the job you used to do, Crowley. I mean come on, look at you, you are down on your knees begging me for a random life. Crowley, this is nowhere near how you used to be. What happened to not caring? What happened to ruling with an iron fist? Crowley, you have gotten soft. Toughen up, man. Just let me do this, and it will all get better."
Crowley leaps towards the man and the gun goes off. Before his eyes the man runs out of the door. Haillie is whimpering on the floor. Blood is everywhere. Crowley scoops her up and sees the wound in her stomach. "No, baby. Please, hold on. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry, Haillie," Crowley tells her with tears falling everywhere.
"Daddy," she cries into his shirt. His hands holds pressure onto the wound. He sprints towards the car. She clings to him as he puts her in the backseat. Blood gushes everywhere as he lays her head down on the seat. Crowley shakily places her paler than normal hands on her wound.
Crowley holds her hands there and tells her, "Haillie, please just keep holding your hands like this. Daddy has to drive. Please just hold on for me, baby. D-daddy loves you, baby girl." His lips press against her forehead; Haillie is ice cold. "I love you," he sobs.
Jumping into the front seat he floors the gas pedal. The tires screech as he speeds down the road towards the large hospital. Haillie's cries and moans come from the large backseat. Crowley keeps deep breathing so he can reasonably hold himself together enough for Haillie.
At the hospital Crowley snatches Haillie up into his arms and races through the glass, sliding front door. "Help!" Crowley screams. Doctors and nurses come flooding like wasps around a hive. They grab her straight out of Crowley's arms and rush her away.
"Sir, we need you to go in the waiting room," a blonde nurse instructs. Reluctantly, Crowley obeys and sits in one of the over sanitized plastic chairs. The silence in the room is deafening. No television set or radio or other patients to make a sound.
Crowley whispers to himself, "I got her hurt, if not killed. I can't keep doing this to her. Maybe it's better if she didn't have me around." He grabs a pencil and paper. Quickly he writes, "Haillie, you have been the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. I get people hurt though, baby. One day when you can read this. I'm sure you'll be upset or mad, but Haillie, know that I am only doing this because I couldn't live with myself if you ever got hurt. You'll be better off with some adoptive family that can love you the way that you deserve. I'm sorry for leaving. I'm sorry, but I have to go. Just remember that I did love you, Haillie. I always will. No matter how far we are away from each other, no matter how much time passes, and no matter how old you get I will always never be too far away. Just always keep me close to your heart. Love always, Daddy Crowley."
With closed eyes, Crowley writes her name on the front. Walking briskly out, Crowley places it on the front desk. He gets in the car and doesn't look back.