Theatre Pt. 2
DEAN POV
"THIS is your plan?" She said in a hushed voice; I could feel her pressed up against me.
"You said it feeds off of emotions, right?" I argue back.
"But this is what you came up with?" Silence.
"It should work." Yup. That was my only come-back. Her eyes gleamed as she grinned down at me.
"Ok. I just…" She settled further into my side.
"What?" I tilted my head to the side trying to hear what was happening outside the closet we were…. well, closeted in.
"Nevermind." She looked disgruntled.
I removed my tie with practiced movements and slid it into my pocket. I could hear someone approaching, high-heels on the cement floor. I quickly pulled Dawn close under the guise of speaking quietly and breathed into her ear, "show time."
I waited for them to pass the closet and eased the door open quietly. There was a tall woman with expensive clothes fiddling with her blackberry I rushed up to her and wrapped my arms around her to restrain her.
Her fear should trigger a feeding – that way we can lore the creature into trap. Not the most complicated plan, no M. Night ending – straight and to the point. Get it to come close and beat it's ass. No foreplay.
Okay maybe a little. At least for me and Dawnie.
I couldn't take it anymore. I don't know what was holding me back for so long. It certainly wasn't the whole, "she has a boyfriend," thing – cause that wouldn't have stopped me for long and you know she doesn't actually have a man - yet.
And it wasn't the, "her sister could kill you with her pinky," thing, it was surprisingly, the "don't make things weird," thing.
Go figure.
We'll I've faced down things way scarier than girly emotions. So, no more! Tonight was the night.
Anyway, back to "The Plan" – It wasn't going so well. She was kicking me in the shins with her VERY high heels and her perfume was gagging me. God it was like she bathed in it.
"A little help? Get the heels." Dawn kicked her foot out and nailed the lady in the shin. The woman squeaked and stopped trying to kick me. Ha! She got a taste of her own medicine.
Dawn grabbed her ankles securely and the removed the shoes. Something caught my eye as I was dragging the woman back towards the closet – the little boy was down the hall watching us. He looked me in the eye then just above my head and to the right.
I followed his line of sight to a vent, my gut churned because just below it was Dawn's head – where she stooped to pick up the woman's blackberry.
I dropped the woman and made a grab for Dawn's arm – but not before the vent burst open and struck her. Bringing her to the ground with a very large (ew) leech? Sometimes the Demon world is not without humor.
It was half on Dawn, a mouth became visible just above her right breast and began to descend dangerously close. Oh Hell NO! He is not gonna get frisky with my woman.
I looked behind me for a weapon - to see that the woman was huddled into the corner staring at the Godzi-leech. I grabbed some turpentine from the shelf above her, push broom and ran to Dawn.
I used the push broom to shove the leech away. As I started to push it seemed like the leech was absorbing the broom and there was a squelching sound echoing above my heavy breathing and the woman's whimpers. Dawn wasn't making any noise….
Finally the leech was moved fare enough off of dawn, I gave it one more shove just to be sure. Dropping the broom, I grabbed Dawn's arm and pulled her down the hall. I watched as it advanced on us but was too slow. It must feed off emotions then strike when they are weak or incapacitated in some way. I'll have to ask Sam what the hell this thing is.
I opened the turpentine as I approached. The woman was now on her feet in the closet looking ready to dart away. I pointed towards the door and she didn't need another invitation. I poured the turpentine on the inky blob and it began to hiss.
When the can was empty I reached into my pocket for my lighter. It wasn't there. Freakin tuxedo.
A ball of flaming fabric came flying just passed my head and the blob caught fire immediately – bubbling and hissing as it writhed on the floor.
I turned to see Dawn sitting in middle of the hallway, cross-legged and swaying slightly. Her dress was ripped around her legs and her lighter was in her lap along with a wicked looking blade – that in NO way could have fit in her little tiny purse.
She looked up at me and very seriously asked if we were done. When I nodded she said, "Oh good," and clutched her head. She looked passed me briefly and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Goosebumps erupted on my arm.
I looked over my left shoulder the little boy stood there looking up at me. He stood there a moment and then looked at the puddle that was still burning. The puddle was spreading, as it came closer to his shoes he edged closer to me. The temperature dropped, I waited.
"I tried to tell them." He whispered.
"We know."
"Thank you, both of you." He glanced passed me to Dawn and smiled for a moment before returning his gaze to me.
"She's really pretty."
"I know." I gave him a smile as he disappeared.
When I turned, I saw that Dawn had her head in both hands and her hair had come almost entirely undone. She sat leaning forward, lighter and knife hidden once again. As I approached she rolled her head slightly to see me and I could see that she was in pain.
I offered her my hand and she accepted. I helped her stand and when she wobbled on her heels – how she kept them on I'll never know – I scooped her into my arms.
She let out a whoosh of air in surprise, but made no protest. Her cheek lay against my chest as we hightailed it out of there. She made eye contact with me briefly – her pupils were normal. So when her eyes fell closed I didn't stop her I didn't think she had a concussion.
When I got to the Impala I lowered her legs gently and supported her as I opened the door to the back seat of the car. When she realized what I was doing she asked me to put her in the front.
Rather than argue, I opened the door and helped her slid in. She waited until I was seated then placed her head in my lap. I could see blood on my arm where I cradled her head. I removed my tie from my pocket and whipped the trickle of blood from her forehead and pressed the bunched up tie where I thought she had a pretty deep laceration.
Head wounds bleed like a mother…. I had to get her back to the room to take care of it.
As I pulled from the parking lot I glanced down to see her sleeping. Her lashes were dark against her pale cheeks. I was compelled to run my fingers over her cheek and hair. I gave in and did it in long, slow sweeping strokes so that I didn't hurt or disturb her.
She curled her hand into my coat and let out a deep breath… I guess tonight isn't the night.
I drove on.
