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Crowley watched intently as Kathryn's head was thrown forward and she was still. He knew heroin was dangerous stuff, it was a different danger from the liquor he favored. Even as a human he knew not to touch heroin, he never saw a need for it. Nothing compared to his drink, Craig, aged 30 years at least. He had been drinking it since grade school. He shook his head as he felt pity towards her. She was just a young little thing wasting her life away. Normally he wouldn't feel anything towards something like this but the blood, plus her steroid blood, he felt bad for her. The demon trials that the Winchesters did on him really were taking its toll. They didn't complete the trial, thank Lucifer, but he was affected greatly. He wasn't completely overrun with emotions but he wasn't as apathetic as he was when he was a human. He couldn't describe his new found feelings. Kathryn reminded him of his human days, drunken every day at all hours. Every day, he needed to numb life away with a drink. He spent all of his time wasting away in a bar. He was the definition of pathetic, he even sold his soul for a few more inches below the belt. He knew this misery, the misery that was her life.
He snapped his fingers and the tight knots of rope that held her to the chair undid themselves. Crowley scooped up his new little play toy and went to lay her onto the bed. He snapped his fingers again and she became tied to the bedpost. He paused for a moment to gaze at her smooth facial features before settling her on her back. She was beautiful, he couldn't deny that. Even being the heroin addict she was, she wasn't dirty. Sure she had a broken spirit, but she had a small spark of fight. She had to be a survivor to endure the lifestyle she chose to live. Crowley found the broken spirited to be attractive, it gave him power over them and that's what was desired. He loved to be feared and respected more than anything.
He laid his needle out and got ready to take blood from her. He licked his lips nervously while thinking about the delicious blood that was pumping through her veins. He plunged the needle into her arm and pulled a good amount of blood out of her. He would have to take care of his new pet. Images of the future for her and him played through his mind as he eyed the blood in the syringe. He chuckled to himself at his new found love for humanity, and the irony of what caused it.
That's when the door opened behind him.
"Bollocks!" He growled.
He laid his equipment down, walked over and looked towards the door. There were few demons faithful to him left. Half of them were only pretending to be faithful, double crossers.
"Honey, I'm home." The demon announced as she sauntered in.
"Hello, pumpkin." He responded, "Did you have a nice day?"
"Lola did some shopping." She said as she pulled her fur coat off of her.
"Looks like Lola did a lot of shopping." Crowley stated.
She put her shopping bags onto the floor.
"Not all of it's for me."
His pet, Lola, pulled out some type O blood bags.
"I hope it's a good vintage," He said as he eyed the bags. "I won't be needing any more of those for a good while anyway. There is a new volunteer that practically threw herself to me."
He pointed over his shoulder at Kathryn strapped to the bed.
"She's got the good stuff, comes at a price, but it's the best around so far." Crowley licked his lips just thinking about her blood.
"We are going to be moving her to the closet right? I don't feel like it would be comfortable for us with her also in the bed."
Crowley straightened his silk top, he had changed into it for comfort while Kathryn was out cold.
"She is a rare catch, I feel there is more than what hits the surface with her. I can't quite put my finger on it yet but there is something more." Crowley growled and narrowed his eyes, "We will have to move the girl to somewhere more comfortable."
Lola eyed the sweat beading off of Crowley's forehead.
"It looks like you could use a little pick me up." Lola stated, " I just love what it does for you."
"Do you?" Crowley asked.
He waved his fingers and Lola was thrown onto the floor across the room. Lola started to gasp and grunt at the force of the push. Even in his lowest time filled with human emotions and addiction, Crowley was still a force to be reckoned with. He wasn't daft, he knew she was a traitor. He was desperate for a companion, something pretty to look at.
He walked towards her lovely meat suit, hands clenched in a new found rage.
"You tried to play me?" His voice was full of anger, "I play the tune, everyone else dances to it. Got it?"
"Yes, I'm your slave!" She wheezed in desperation, slowly rising.
"You're my rodent." He stated simply, "My little rodent that went scurrying off to Abadon to rat on me."
"NO, no!" Lola cried, reaching out for him with one hand.
"Do you really think some other lowlife wouldn't sell you out?"
Crowley had been held up in a hotel but he wasn't out of the loop. Demons would call him, via blood phone to inform him of the news of Abadon. While Lola was out giving information to Abadon about Crowley's new lifestyle, a loyal demon to Crowley saw her and told him all about the traitor he was sleeping with.
"I thought you were a smart girl,"
Crowley looked her in her eyes, trying to find any remorse there. He wanted to keep his pet, he had taken a liking to her. Perhaps it was the blood messing with his head.
"A girl I could've helped."
Her face turned from desperation to amusement. She held no remorse in her, she would do it again given the chance. She thought Abadon was more worthy of the throne. Lola knew she was a dead demon so why not spit in his face before being killed?
"You're joking right?" She laughed as she stepped forward, "You help me? Look at yourself you couldn't help anyone."
He looked down, hurt. He cursed himself for thinking a demon wouldn't take advantage of him. They were all lowly creatures, trying to climb over each other for power. He could relate, he used to be one of them. He couldn't keep Lola around anymore, he knew what he had to do.
Crowley pulled an angels blade out of his sleeve and plunged it into Lola's stomach. He thought about how it was a waste of a pretty face. She let out a guttural scream as her eyes and mouth lit up, seconds from death.
Crowley turned and shrugged his new loss off. He would miss tussling in the sack with her, she was a very flexible demon. He picked up the syringe with Kathryn's blood in it and he looked at the very unconscious girl in his bed.
"I can't trust anyone." He said to deaf ears, "No one at all, and definitely not you."
He pointed the syringe at her and chuckled. He walked to his chair in front of the TV and sat back down, getting his arm ready for the shot. He aimed carefully and plunged it into his vein. Mouth open, he felt bliss in a matter of seconds. The wave hit him like a freight train. Could he keep on like this? He looked at the three bodies on the ground, the two people that had to pay for his addiction and the traitorous bitch that he had opened himself to. Crowley thought deeply about how he had to fight for his title as king of hell. He had overthrown Lucifer for god's sake. Now he was just a blood junkie hopping from hotel room to hotel room. He had never felt so low.. Crowley knew he needed to get a hand on his new addiction quickly, before it overthrew him. He looked into the full length mirror of himself and cried.
Kathryn rustled in her sleep slowly opening her eyes and heard her captor's voice on the other side of the hotel room. She groggily looked up at him, his back was towards her and he was on his cell phone.
"Not exactly," His voice was husked, he was high. "I'm in… a jam of sorts, thought you might help."
Was he calling in for help? Kathryn tried to sober up as quickly as possible. Was he going to have men come and get her body after he killed her? She had no idea how much longer he was going to let her live. She started to panic and thrash about.
Crowley glanced back at the noise she was making, he quickly gave the people on the other end of the phone the address of the hotel and hung up.
"Sweetheart," Crowley growled, "You're making me excited with your desperation."
"I need to use the bathroom, please. I promise I'll be good."
He thought about it for a bit, he didn't want her to mess up his good sheets and her being human he should have thought of this situation sooner.
"Alright, but be a good girl and come back out when you're done."
Snapping his fingers the ropes undid themselves. She quickly got out of them and rubbed her wrists in amazement.
"How did you do that?" She asked.
"I already told you, love. I'm the king of hell."
"No kidding, huh?"
She boldly looked him straight in the eyes.
"So you're not kidding?"
He shook his head and flashed his eyes red, revealing himself to her. She jumped back a little bit.
"Shit." She said, covering her mouth. "Well I'm not lying, I really have to use the bathroom."
"Go ahead, sweetheart." He said, gesturing towards the restroom.
Kathryn walked towards the bathroom, taking one last glance at him before shutting the door behind her and locking it. What the hell had she gotten herself into now? She shook from fear, fear of knowing there were demons in the world and that the king of hell had her at his disposal. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her long dark brown hair laid a mess around her face. She tried to smooth it out to the best of her ability. She sighed in defeat and opened the medicine cabinet, finding a low mg oxycodon bottle. She smiled to herself. Why would a demon have these? Maybe they were left behind by some people that had the room before him, more likely they were living here and he took the room for himself. She thought of the dead bodies she saw as she walked to the bathroom, the girl was new. She pushed away the thought and put two pills in her mouth and swallowed. One of her many hidden talents were swallowing pills with no water, if you could call that a talent.
She turned to the toilet that was next to the sink. She pulled her pants down and sat. Relief flooded through her, she had no idea how long it had been since she last went. The adrenaline from all of this was enough to make her forget.
She heard voices from the other room, male voices.
"You need to focus, Crowley. Get a grip!"
"What, you just gonna let hell go to hell?"
"You don't know what it's like to be human!"
The last one was definitely Crowley's voice. She scoffed at his retort, human? He was the farthest thing from human. She started to laugh. Realizing she made a noise, she put her hand to her mouth. Kathryn waited but heard nothing from the other side of the door. After a second she heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom. She quickly got up and put her pants on, flushing. The door slammed open and there was a very confused man on the other side. Kathryn looked behind him and saw Crowley in handcuffs attached to a chair he was sitting in. He looked pissed, now he was getting a taste of his own medicine. She sighed, What in the hell was going to happen next?