Supernatural: The Alpha's Daughter
A/N: Set early Season 6, just before 'Family Matters'. MAJOR Season 6 spoilers (but come on, that was years ago now! Where have you been?)
Chapter Two
"What is taking so long?" demanded the gravelly voiced angel, blue eyes glinting angrily as he paced back and forth on the blood-splattered floor of Crowley's dungeon.
"Oi, watch the tone, mate!" protested Crowley, brandishing the knife that had, up until very recently, been buried hilt deep in the Alpha Siren's abdomen. "King of Hell, remember, not your bleeding P.A.," he added, throwing himself into a chair, petulantly.
Castiel merely glared in answer.
Crowley shrugged. "What do you want me to say?' he asked, wiping the knife clean with a red silk cloth. "I'm using my most persuasive skills on every Alpha I can lay my hands on – they're getting harder to find. You want progress, you need to do some leg work, too. Bring me some Alphas."
"I am at a crucial stage in my offensive," Castiel explained in his most infuriating voice, as if he were talking to a child who was having a mild tantrum. "I am unable to leave the battleground for the amount of time the search would require. I thought Sam and Samuel were assisting you in your search for Alphas?"
"They were, but now Thelma and Louise are back together once again, my biggest gun is trying to be in two places at once. The rest of the Campbells are about as useful as a chocolate teapot," said Crowley, ruefully.
Castiel paused momentarily in his pacing and raised an eyebrow, quizzically. "Who are Thelma and Louise?"
"Seriously?" asked Crowley, incredulously. "I thought those boys were educating you... I mean Sam and Dean, you cretin," he said, lips curling with disdain, leaning back in his chair and flicking the knife into the air, nonchalantly. "The Campbells are currently trailing an Alpha Vampire for me, but Sam keeps having to run off and play house to keep big brother happy..."
Castiel sighed, impatiently. "Do you have any other leads? The situation in Heaven is becoming... difficult."
Crowley raised a sardonic eyebrow. "Understatement of the century, Feathers. As a matter of fact, I do have one more lead I've been working on. It's your lucky day – must be a Thursday..."
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Wow, thought Crowley scathingly. What a classy bird... The girl clearly had no concept of subtlety or sophistication, necking shots at the bar with her red-headed friend, Vi, and draping herself across a succession of burly, equally inebriated men. Americans... he added, scornfully, savouring his own smooth scotch from his hip flask. Watching her closely, he raised an eyebrow as he saw her reach delicately into the pocket of the guy she was currently straddling, deftly concealing the contents of his wallet in her bag. Smiling crookedly, he leaned back in his seat, his estimation of the girl increasing a fraction. Reaching into his own pocket, he withdrew a pinch of colocasia powder, blowing it in her direction as he murmured "Auditio..."
Blondy was leaning against the bar, talking softly as she played forlornly with the umbrella in her latest cocktail, eyes scanning the faces nearby.
"I dunno, Vi, I think I might call it a night and head home..."
"Lucy, it's ok to be sad he's not here..." said Vi, placing a consoling hand on Lucy's arm.
Lucy's head shot up, pale green eyes sparking angrily. "For the last time, I'm not sad ok! I don't care whether he turns up or not!"
"Just admit that you like him!" Vi sighed, frustrated, folding her arms in front of her.
"I do not," replied Lucy, petulantly, staring into her glass.
"You do too!" Vi shot back, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder.
"I do not!" Lucy shook her head, obviously unwilling to engage in a childish squabble. "He's just... intriguing, that's all."
"Intriguing?" asked Vi, mockingly. "I've never seen a guy get under your skin like this before..."
Lucy glared at her friend, clearly irritated with herself for letting too much slip. "He is so not under my skin..."
"Is too!" crowed Vi.
"Is not!" Lucy snapped back.
"Is too!" said Vi, laughing.
"Look Vi, he's not under my anything, ok!" Lucy retorted, aggressively.
"Ok, ok! Whatever!" teased Vi. "We'll just carry on our night pretending you don't have the hots for him..."
"I have not got the hots for him!" barked Lucy.
Vi gave her friend a very knowing look. "Then why have you got your slut on for him then?"
Lucy spluttered, looking down at her outfit, trying to defend it and failing. The hemline of her black lace dress barely covered enough for decency, and the clingy material caressed every curve.
"Planning on taking the eye-sex to the next level were we?" taunted Vi, ordering two more drinks with a quick wave of her fingers.
"Shut up Vi, we were not having eye-sex!" hissed Lucy, furious.
"Whatever, dude. Anyway, here's your chance... Enjoy your eye-sex!" Vi raised an eyebrow as she saw Crowley approaching over Lucy's shoulder, turning and disappearing into the crowd. Lucy whirled, flushing as she found herself nose to nose with the dark-haired demon. She gasped as he brushed a strand of blonde hair from her shoulder, hand trailing down her back, lingering on her hip before grasping her hand. "You're even more gorgeous when you're flustered..." he teased as he brushed his lips against her fingers.
Lucy giggled, clearly charmed despite her misgivings, before clearing her throat and snatching back her hand. "What do you want, demon?" she asked accusingly.
"What makes you think I want anything?" asked Crowley, amused.
"You're here, aren't you? Never met a demon that did anything without an ulterior motive," she replied, scornfully, taking a step back from those distracting fingers of his.
Crowley sighed, mock-disappointed. "So young and yet so cynical..." he mused. "How will I ever get you to trust me?" he asked, eyes gleaming seductively.
Lucy laughed, grimly. "Trust? You haven't even told me your name, let alone anything else."
"I know yours, sweetheart. Lucy Meadows, Alpha's daughter, likes cheap booze and, apparently, cheap men," nodding towards the stolen money in her bag. Lucy glared at the smirking demon, snatching open her bag to find only $50 in fives and ones. She caught Crowley's gaze and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Me?" he laughed, arrogantly. "I'm Crowley, demon, the King of Hell."
Lucy leaned back against the bar, gazing at Crowley curiously. "Why are you here, Crowley? What can the King of Hell possibly want from me?"
"Well," he murmured, leaning forward, pressing his body against hers, lips hovering above the skin of her neck, making her whole body quiver. "I thought I'd start by... walking you home," he finished, stepping back and holding out his arm gallantly.
Lucy looked up at him, dazed. "Walking me home?" she asked, confused. "I'm perfectly capable of walking myself home," she added suspiciously, narrowing her eyes.
Crowley shrugged. "I know," he answered, smirking, arm still outstretched expectantly.
Lucy glowered before grudgingly taking his arm and following him sullenly out the door.
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They walked through the streets in silence, occasionally glancing at each other, Lucy surreptitiously, Crowley smugly. Lucy still held onto his arm awkwardly – stiff and uncomfortable. Occasionally she looked up at his silent face in the starlight, opening her lips as if to say something... before closing them again, words unspoken. These soundless interruptions only caused Crowley's grin to widen, sure that his plan was working.
Shortly, at the side entrance to a non-descript apartment building, two silhouettes could be seen, pressed against the brickwork. Lucy's breath caught in her throat as Crowley's fingers worked their way beneath her hemline, stroking the soft, sensitive skin of her thigh. The fingers of his other hand were laced with her own, squeezing with each feather light caress of his lips on her collarbone. Slowly, teasingly, the delicate touches moved up her neck as his fingers moved silkily up her thigh, higher and higher...
Somehow, some semblance of sense broke through her heady stupor. "Stop," she sighed, her voice rough, breath coming in heavy gasps. Crowley ignored her protest, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he pushed her harder against the wall, lips crushed against her neck hard enough to bruise. Lost in sensation, Lucy leaned her head back and let a cry escape her lips as the demon gripped her wrists and slammed them above her head. Warm brown eyes locked with ice green as they both gasped for breath.
"What do you want from me, Crowley?" Lucy asked again, desperately.
Crowley leaned into her, hot breath on her lips as he murmured, "A good night kiss..."
Fierce and hungry, Crowley's lips smashed into Lucy's as her body arched to meet him. His hands dropped to her waist, gripping tightly as he ground his hips into hers. Lucy grasped his face firmly, pulling him closer to her, deepening the kiss. Crowley lifted her up from the floor, slamming her against the wall, her moan a mixture of pleasure and pain. She twined her legs around his waist, trying to find just the right friction they were both racing for. Her fingers slipped from his face, down his neck, sliding beneath the neckline of his shirt, undoing one button, another...
As abruptly as it had started it was over. Crowley disappeared, leaving only the taste of scotch on Lucy's lips to prove that he had ever been there at all. Lucy was left alone outside her building, lips red and swollen, hair tangled, a hot pulse beating between her thighs. Groaning with frustration, she grabbed her bag from the floor, adjusted her hemline to a less scandalous length and stormed into her building, slamming the door behind her. As she stomped up the stairs, her fingers passed over her abused lips and she shivered, despite the warm night.
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"I do not understand," intoned Castiel. "How does embracing with this abomination further our plan?"
Crowley raised an eyebrow as he straightened his tie and smoothed his unruly hair. "You angels never even have the tiniest bit of fun do you?"
A/N: O. M. G. Crowley, you naughty boy! Stop invading my dreams and giving me such naughty ideas!
Sorry it's taken me two weeks to update, crazy busy at work. Keep reviewing and favouriting to find out the next stage in Crowley's dastardly plan! Even it's just a quick 'Love it' or 'Hate it' review, it keeps me going... :)
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