Encounters
A/N: Blood Ties is something I've wanted to write for a long time. Thank you for opening this and giving it a shot (: I'll try not to disappoint. I really want to get this story rolling. I have big plans! Biiiiig plans! So I'm thinking 1-2 updates a week, if I can't fulfill that promise I'm sorry. Thank you again for opening and reading (: I hope you enjoy !~
Kathryn woke up with a splitting headache. She went to touch her head but she couldn't move her hands or her legs. Her eyes shot open to find out she was tied into a chair. She looked around and saw that she was in the same room that the man in the black tailored suit brought her to. She went to scream but her mouth had duct tape over it. She sat there and cursed herself for her lifestyle. Living recklessly like she did killed many of her friends. Raped and murdered to just be tossed onto the side of the road like trash. Tears formed in her eyes knowing that she was going to be one of them. She was going to die alone. She tried to think of anyone that would even care or look for her if she went missing. There was no one, just using friends that came and gone. No one ever seemed to care anymore.
"Ah you're awake, lovely." Came that rough, silky voice from behind her.
Had he been there this entire time? Just to watch her unconscious body? She should have known to trust her gut.
"mmmmmmmm!" Was all she got out from the duct tape.
"Now I'm going to take the tape off. Make sure you be a good girl, or you'll be sorry."
Riiiiiiiiiip. The duct tape was off now was her chance.
"HEEEEEELLLP!" She got one scream in before he knocked her unconscious once again.
Kathryn fell into the same reoccurring nightmare she always had. Flashes of her mother on the floor in a bloody mess rushed through her head. She woke up with a jolt. How long had she been there? It was day time, sun was seeping through the closed blinds.
"Bad dreams, aye?"
She looked to her right to see the man.
"We got off on the wrong foot, twice." He said with a snicker. "The name's Crowley."
As he approached her she cringed. Her eyes darted around thinking of possibilities on how to escape.
"We can keep doing this dance darling, or we could just get along. You have something I want. I sense something succulent about you and I'm not talking about your private parts."
He pulled out an empty IV needle. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him wave it in front of her face. Seeing the needle made her insides shake, she needed another hit soon. He was looking pale and was glistening with sweat. That was probably how she was looking right now too. He was definitely addicted to something.
He brought the needle to her arm, pushing it into her vein. She inhaled sharply, it would have been a gasp if the duct tape wasn't on her mouth again. She was unsure of what he was doing and it scared her. He drew blood from her arm. He pulled it out and held it up to his eye.
"I've taken a few vials full from you now and none of them were as strong as the first vial. Why is that?"
He retreated to a chair that was a few feet to the left of her, vial in hand. He sat down still eyeing the vial. He then put it to his own arm and injected her blood into himself. Her eyes grew wide in terror. This was really freaked out, even for her. She saw weird stuff daily, but this took the cake. Wasn't he worried about diseases? Who is this Crowley man?
"Ahhhhh." His head fell back. "Its weak, but it's still powerful. Why is it losing its strength?"
He started to nod off, much like she did when she took her heroin. He slowly stood up and approached her. Stopping right in front of her and hunching over a bit to look straight into her eyes. His eyes were glazed over, they were menacing but also soft.
"I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Your blood-" He trailed off looking her deep into her eyes. "It does something to me, something I've ever felt. It's pure exstasy along with all of those bonus tasty emotions you humans have. Now be a good little dove, alright? I'm going to remove the duct tape once again so we can properly be introduced."
This time the duct tape was slowly removed, it hurt worse that way. She didn't want to be knocked out again. She had to get out of there at all costs so she didn't yell out again. She sat there and stared at him like an idiot, she had questions but didn't know if she wanted answers. Plus she had no idea where to even start with the questions. She decided on going with the generic question-
"Why are you doing this?" She looked up from the ground to his face, not being able to fully come to look him in the eye.
He grabbed under her chin to force her to look into his eyes.
"It's a long complicated story, love." He smirked with a spark in his eyes. "I'm a demon, more specifically the king of hell. I was abducted by two testosterone monkeys and they shot me up with their blood. They got me hooked on the juice, now I just can't stay away from it."
"Great, He's an absolute psycho. He thinks he's the king of hell and he's getting off on my blood. I'm so dead." Shot through her mind.
She didn't have the guts to say something like that to him in fear for him to get mad and kill her before she had the chance to get away.
"What's your name, love? We are going to be enjoying each other's company for who knows how long, so I'm going to have to call you something."
"My names is Kathryn Haynes." She said, not knowing where to place her eyes.
He smirked at the name. He knew the last name from somewhere, he couldn't place it but it sure was familiar.
"How about Kat? Yes…. Kat. That has a better ring to it."
He smiled knowing that he had just given her a new name, not even asking for permission. She was his toy now, he had the right. He didn't have to ask to name his toy's.
"What is making your blood so different from everyone else's?" His face scrunched up waiting for an answer.
Her face went blank, thinking of what made her blood different from other peoples.
"Maybe its because I'm a heroin addict." She started, "I need another fix soon I'm starting to get dope sick."
"Hah! That's all it is? You're a junkie?" He stopped, "I guess I have no room to judge, given my circumstances."
He sat there looking down at himself and just laughed. He was feeling rather pathetic, he was once a big shot. He started as a demon and he worked his way up to the king of crossroads. After Lucifer's fall he was the feared king of hell. Now he was a blood junkie and the other demons were laughing at his name. There was a war brewing between Abadon, a bad ass knight of hell, and himself. Before the blood thing he would have been confident that he was to win the war, today he wasn't so sure. More and more demons were leaving his side to follow her. Yes, she wanted to fight but he wasn't much of a fighter. Crowley would never admit it out loud but he was scared.
Kathryn stared at Crowley, not entirely sure how to go about this mess she got herself into. She was hurting for the drug bad. She knew she should be afraid, but her ache for another hit was far worse. She flexed her legs as they were starting to ache from the flesh to the bone. She wiggled them as much as she could, considering she was tied completely to the chair. The rope was so confining with her aches and pains. She quirked her face up knowing what she needed to do.
"Mr. Crowley?" She started, "If you shoot me up with my stash that's in my backpack, my blood will be strong again for you…."
His eyes grew wide and hungry. He couldn't resist himself, her blood inside of him was nothing he had ever felt. He figured he wouldn't kill her just yet. He would use her until she was bone dry, as long as that took. He planned on keeping her as cattle for as long as he wanted because he could.
"Where is it?" He growled, getting up and going to her backpack.
"It's in the front pocket. Along with all of the other stuff I need."
Crowley's fingers shook as he thought about fresh, strong blood running through him. He pulled out a tiny bag of black tar heroin. There was probably one use left. He would have to get her more in order to feed his needs. He pulled out a tourniquet, spoon, cotton, and a heavily used needle, noting that he would have to get her more. His blood mule was not to use dirty needles any more.
"You're not lying to me?" He questioned, "This is making your blood the way it was?"
"There's nothing else I've been putting inside of me."
Crowley's face broke into an amused grin.
"I highly doubt that, sweetheart."
He had no idea what he was doing so she had to walk in through it, step by step. Crowley approached her, fully equipped needle in hand. Kathryn's eyes were glued to what sat in his hand. Crowley noticed her intense gaze towards it and waved it in the air, enjoying her need for what he had. He chuckled as her face scrunched up in desire.
"Just do it already, stop playing games!" She demanded.
He froze giving her a cold glare.
"You are the one tied to a chair. You will not make any demands to me and you will not ever talk to me in that tone of voice, little girl. Do I make myself clear? You wouldn't want me to make you suffer just a bit more now, would you?"
Crowley had barely any power left towards the demons, at least with Abadon around. He was taking out his insecurities on her. He would make her fear him, make her loyal to him. He felt the need for company, even a 20-something heroin junkie.
She looked down, feeling stupid for her boldness. She needed that hit. Her body squirmed being so near to it but not as near as she needed to be.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Crowley."
"Just call me Crowley." He said in his silkiest voice, "Get used to it, you're not going anywhere."
He put the needle into her tourniquet laced arm. She felt instant relief, it was orgasmic. Her knees trembled as the warmth spread through her arm into all of her limbs. Then there was nothing, Everything went dark around her.