Truth be told I personally hate Abbadon so you guys can already guess what's going to happen to her (hint, hint) Anyways, before I spoil too much, let`s just move along with the story. Oh and as always, follow? favourite? review? Eh?
OH WAIT ONE MORE THING! I`m considering a side romance for Quinn between a certain, well actually I`m not telling who, you guys can figure that out for yourself. But anyways yeah, I`m just going to play around with her for a bit and see if I can create a couple. But no worries, the main story is still about my beloved Lucy... the moment you realize your crushing on the devil v.v *le sigh* But anyways, let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: So I own nothing at the moment, but perhaps if I marry the owner.. and he dies early... and I inherit Supernatural... hmmm
Enjoy my darlings C:
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Quinn
I had figured out who the witch was, I had figured out who and why she was targeting certain people, heck I even figured out where she kept her toys. But there was one thing I hadn`t figured out. And that would happen to be the location of the hex bag that was currently choking me to death. I could picture Ella telling me she told me so.
Apparently I had some left over rice crispys from my undercover buttercup scout meeting, and since I was hungry I took a few bites. Next thing I know there`s blood pouring down my mouth and I can feel the crispys grazing at the inside of my throat, and gosh it hurts. It was a little ironic though, what did I expect from crispys baked by the devil?
Desperately, I thrashed around the room, pulling apart the bed sheets and knocking down furniture, all too no resolve. Suddenly I realized something; I could actually die here. From the beginning I felt secure, as if no matter what happens I`d be alright. But now I was starting to realize this isn`t a TV show anymore, this is real life; and I might lose it tonight.
Soon I was losing too much air, there was no way I could continue searching; it was the end, wasn`t it? Once again a sudden idea popped into my head, and mustering all the air I had left I managed to gasp out one word: "Castiel!"
At first I didn`t hear or see anything, in fact my vision was begging to blur and I felt a cold darkness creeping over. Faintly I could hear the noises of furniture being moved and thrown, followed by heavy footsteps. Finally when I felt my consciousness coming to an end; a new surge flowed through me. Gasping for air I sat up, managing to breathe and see again. Castiel was leaning over me, his forefingers pressed against my forehead while his free hand had a familiar looking pouch crushed in between.
"Thanks..." I mutter as soon as my breathing becomes normal "Like... a lot."
"Of course." he nods "But I do not understand... why are you alone? Should the Winchesters not be with you?"
"Oh erm about that." I struggle to my feet while wiping the blood away from my mouth "I wanted to try hunting by myself..."
"It doesn`t seem to be effective."
"Noted." quickly I head over to the motel rooms drawer, pulling out the knife Ella had given me "Anyways, thanks for the help, but I`ve got a witch to kill."
"Yes... of course." he uncomfortably moved to the side so I could easily access the front door "But perhaps I should accompany you? Hunting alone seems to be... risky?"
"If I wanted help, I would`ve taken some." I reply "Besides, didn`t think you cared that much?"
"No it`s just that you are a friend of the Winchesters." he followed me outside "And they`ve taught me that all life is important. It would not be right to let you handle this alone."
"Fine..." I groaned, turning around to face him in the middle of the street "But listen close angel boy, I`m calling the shots, okay? This is my hunt and I`m in charge. You follow my lead. Understood?"
"I think so..." he furrowed his brows but managed to nod.
Who knew I could be such a control freak?
I headed towards the car I had rented, but then remembered that an angel was by my side.
"Twenty-ninth April wood drive." I say quickly "Can you zap us there?"
In reply he placed a hand on my shoulder and we were standing in front of the witch`s house. She was rather rich, killing her way up the promotional ladder. Quickly I slid my knife into the loop of my belt and stalked up the mansion sized houses porch. I rang the doorbell and the two of us waited until finally a small girl opened the door, I recognized her to be the houses maid. I had done my share of snooping around while I was undercover, and I knew for a fact that the maid knew nothing about her mistresses darker intentions.
"Oh, hello?" she greeted us quietly "I`m sorry but who are you?"
"My name is Castiel." Castiel said suddenly "I am an angel of the lord."
"I beg your pardon?" she looked confused, and I didn`t blame her.
"The owner of this house is a witch." Castiel continued "She has been murdering the people of this town for economic purposes, and we are here to kill her."
Before the maid could slam the door shut, I quickly pushed her out of the way, slipping past her with Castiel behind me.
"Hey!" the maid tried to stop us "No! Get out! What`re you doing!"
I ignored her, and entered the houses living room; the witch was sitting on the couch, looking completely surprised to see us. Instantly she stood up, dropping the wine glass she had been holding.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she yelled "Get out before I call the cops!"
Rolling my eyes, I pulled out my knife and the woman jumped a little.
"We know what you are." I said confidently as I couldn`t help but smirk "We know that you`ve been killing, hell you`ve even tried to kill me, and I`m sorry but I can`t let that stand."
"What the hell are you talking about?!" the woman backed up "You`re insane, I don`t know what you mean?!"
She could try and play dumb as much as she likes, it wouldn`t change anything. Confidently I walked towards her with knife in hand, but before I could get close enough; a fireball was hurled at me. Yup, someone threw a freaking fireball at me. Where the hell did that even come from?
I barely managed to dodge by ducking, instantly whirling around to see the source was the maid.
"I think it is the maid that is actually the witch." Castiel stated.
"No fudge Sherlock..." I mutter, biting my lower lip at the new threat. So it wasn`t the lady, it was the maid.
"My name is Castiel, I am not familiar with this Sherlock." the angel muttered as the maids hands suddenly caught fire.
"How dare you..." the maid growled "try to hurt my mistress."
"So it was you...?" I blinked at her "But why?"
"I have known this woman since I was a young girl, she practically raised me, and all I wanted was for her to be happy." she explained "But people are unfair, they're cruel and they take advantage of the kind. I knew she`d never stand up for herself, so I had too. I know what I did may be wrong... but none of them deserved their wealth or their lives. But people like my mistress... people like me... we deserve it."
I exchanged glances with Castiel who was wearing his signature scowl before turning my attention to the actual witch. Confidently, I tightened my grip around my dagger and lunged at her, which was probably stupid because with one fling of her hand I had a searing hot fireball slam into my chest. Screaming out I fell onto my back, I already knew most of my top was scorched, probably along with most of my skin.
"Hey!" Castiel was yelling at the witch, catching her attention and causing her to turn her back to me. Realizing my opportunity, I scrambled onto my feet, using the remaining energy I had; to plant my knife into her back. She gasped, thrashing a bit before her body went limp and she fell to the floor. I would probably be dancing around in celebration right now, but instead I stumbled onto the ground with her, my body aching and burning.
The last thing I remembered seeing was Castiel looming over me before everything went black.
Ella
I`m an optimist, I always look for the silver lining, the brighter side, the good in things. So this is what I decided to do in this situation. Let`s see, well I`m currently all alone in the bunker. Sam, Dean and Quinn are all out hunting. Abbadon is here. She doesn`t look pleased. I`m defenceless... where`s the bright side again?
"I knew it..." Abbadon sneered, walking closer towards me as I backed up against the counter "I knew there was something different about him. I knew he was distracted. I knew something was wrong. But I really didn`t suspect this... no worries though, I`ll free him from this distraction."
"Sounds like a plan." I mutter, wrapping my hand around the spatula in the sink. Without any other options, I quickly wacked her in the face with it, making an attempt to run. I managed to get into the hallway before I felt myself lose control of my limbs and suddenly I was slammed against the wall. I could barely see Abbadon strutting towards me.
"Did you just smack me with a spatula?" she said in disbelief, then her voice changed to a sinister but sweet tone "What are you supposed to be too him? You aren't a vessel, and there isn`t anything special about you. Perhaps a toy? Not that I see why he`d waste his time with a toy like you? Besides, I thought he had better taste in play things."
"Flattery won`t get you anywhere." I mutter sarcastically, as she closeed the gap between us.
"Not a fan of the talkative type." she said coldly.
"Well I`m not a fan of the violent, demonic, knight of hell type." I replied.
"Oh, so you know who I am?" she raised an eyebrow "Well then hopefully you know that I prefer the submissive, obedient type... well except for the occasional satanic exception."
"Personally, I`m not picky." I manage to say before Abbadon suddenly placed a hand on my throat, opening her mouth as dark smoke poured out. I had seen her do this a dozen times in the TV show, once the smoke was inside she`d know everything I did. And as if on cue, the smoke snaked into my own mouth and I felt my senses cloud over.
I could see my past flash before my eyes, quite literally. It was like my life was a movie, and someone was rewinding through it, seeing everything I`ve ever done. I knew that Abbadon could see what I`ve done, how I got here and who I accidently freed from an eternal prison.
Everything was dark for a second until finally Abbadon inhaled the smoke back in.
"Oh you`ve got to be kidding me!" she commented and I wasn`t sure what she meant, since a billion things in my life were worth that comment, and as of now she had seen them all "What have you done to my master... you`ve corrupted him..."
Right, I corrupted the devil, sure, sure, why not?
"And if you think... even for a second that he actually cares about you." she seemed a little frustrated as she spoke "Well... he doesn`t! You know what, let`s not stall the inevitable. The sooner you`re out of the picture, the sooner I can cure my master."
I wasn`t sure what she meant, but I was pretty sure I wasn`t going to live to find out. Before she could do anything though, I suddenly remembered something Lucifer told me. And then I did something I didn`t think I'd ever be doing. I prayed to the devil.
"Erm Lucifer..." I muttered under my breath as Abbadon glared daggers at me "I could use a little help here, if you`re not busy of course?"
Lucifer C:
I was once again chilling in my office: I`ve decided to call it that.
Well actually I`m not really chilling, I`m researching. I had an interior decorating magazine in my hands, and I calmly flipped through it while laying my feet on the desk. What can I say? Abbadon got me thinking. This place felt too Crowley-ish anyways, a little bit of decorating and I could style it to my taste.
Before I could get far in the magazine, I felt a buzzing in the back of my head. Ella was summoning me. On any other day I`d jump to her side, but lately I felt like she`s depending on me too much. I`m not some slave to her will, and if she thinks I`ll come at every call then she`s got another thing coming: the devil`s busy. Besides I`m sure the little human can live without me for a few hours.
Ella
Where was he, why isn`t he here? Oh gosh I`m screwed.
"I knew it!" Abbadon laughed "He doesn`t care about you. There`s still hope to save him!"
Now I was panicking!
"Hold up a second..." I pleaded then turned my attention upwards again "Castiel!? I really need some assistance here?"
Once again no response.
"Oh come on?!" I yelled out in frustration "Seriously, anyone?! A little help? Someone..?"
"Enough of this." Abbadon stated "You`re not as amusing anymore."
"Pfft." I tried to sound confident "I beg to differ."
"I`m sure you do..." she suddenly licked her lips "Tell you what, I love a good game and I haven`t had any exercise since my un-boxing, so let`s make this fun." she waved her hands and I regained control of my limbs "Run."
She didn`t have to tell me twice, because I bolted, hearing her sinister laughter echo in the halls as I madly dashed towards, well actually, I don`t really know where. Great!
I couldn`t see her following me, but I was still terrified, I had to get out of the bunker? But could I really out run her? I needed a plan. Quickly, I ran into Deans room, searching through his drawers for a weapon. But then I remembered nothing could kill a Knight of hell... bloody wonderful.
I could now hear heels clicking in the distance, slowly getting closer. I placed a hand around my mouth to muffle my breathing, hoping she wouldn`t hear me, but I knew it was pointless. In my final moments my hand slipped into my jean pockets. I had an idea! Quickly I pulled out my phone, dialling in the number: 666, which I remembered from the TV show.
"Hello?" I heard Crowleys voice on the other end.
"Oh umm... hi?" I managed "Look, I`m Ella, girl from the Christmas party?"
"Of course love, I remember you." he mused "But this is a private number so..."
"Wait!" I almost screamed then quickly shushed myself, listening in on the heels that were still coming closer "I need some help, you`re the only one I can contact that can actually get here quickly."
"Sounds lovely and all." he muttered "But I`m a busy man, so you do enjoy yourself."
"Abbadons going to freaking kill me!" I snapped into the phone "Could you just let Lucifer know? Like right now?! Please..."
"Oh...?" he seemed to be thinking "I do believe you and Lucifer have quite a particular relationship."
Relationship?
"So perhaps..." he continued "We can make a deal?"
"What do you want?" I heard the heels closing in on me "Quick!?"
"A favour." he replied "Whenever I ask, whatever I want, you will owe me one thing."
"Deal!" I said a little too quickly "Now-"
Before I could finish the rooms door was pushed open, and I was thrown across the floor, my phone landing god knows where. I could see Abbadon smirking at me.
Lucifer C:
I was almost done the magazine when Crowley barged in, once again forgetting to knock. I`ll have to kill him for that some day...
"My lord." he said quickly "There is something I`d like to bring to your attention."
"Look, I`m sure it`s important and all..." I rolled my eyes "But I-"
"Abbadon is about to murder that human brat you`re so fond of." Crowley interrupted "As we speak."
I didn`t need to hear anything else.
One thing was already clear in my mind: I will not kill Abbadon, instead I will drag her back to hell, give her a nice comfortable chair and let her burn and writhe in pain for centuries until she is begging me to end her. And when she does beg, I won`t listen. Why? Mostly because she just crossed the line.
