Supernatural: The Alpha's Daughter
Chapter Three
CRASH!
The chair exploded into fragments as Castiel threw it against the wall in frustration, trenchcoat whipping around him furiously.
"Your methods are not working, Crowley!" he growled, blue eyes flashing angrily. "Your supposed 'Alpha Werewolf' was a pack of dogs! What is taking so long? I need those souls NOW!"
Castiel swayed where he stood, eyes burning, barely able to stand, suit hanging slackly on his vessel's frame.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "You look exhausted, mate," he offered, looking sideways at the angel, without pausing in his task. His hands moved steadily, swooping, swirling, carving intricate patterns in the canvas spread before him.
Castiel fixed his feverish glare on the demons face. "I... underestimated the amount of power I would require to defeat Raphael. My Grace is depleting. I cannot restore it without more souls."
"It's your lucky day then. I have a 100% solid lead on the Alpha Werewolf's location," replied Crowley, ignoring the whimpering from the table below him.
Castiel shook his head dismissively. "Your little plaything? You've already sent demons after her with no results."
Crowley smiled wickedly, momentarily distracted. "That was just my first move. No, force won't work – she's killed every demon I've sent after her. I've got a new tactic now – third time's the charm."
Castiel's eyes narrowed, furious once more. "Then what's taking so long?" he demanded.
Crowley paused before grasping his knife and slamming it with a thunk into the body below him. He thrust his hand through the hole he had made in the Alpha's chest, grasping its still beating heart and ripping it out in one move. The demon turned to Castiel, the heart thumping in his palm, blood dripping through his fingers. "Have you ever heard the expression... Absence makes the heart grow fonder?"
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What a waste of time... thought the demon, leaning against the wall in an alley next to a night club. Of all the tantalising things he could be doing topside, he was forced to hang around in a stinking street, waiting for a stupid bitch to head home. Flipping his coarse red hair from his eyes, he flipped his lighter, lighting his cigarette and taking a drag in one movement. His murky green eyes followed a group of girls as they fell out of the club, stumbling down the street. Very tempting... but not the girl he'd been sent for. Settling back into his lounging spot, he sighed loudly as it began to rain.
Half an hour later, his cigarette was gone, his clothes were soaked and his hair was plastered to his forehead. Thoroughly fed up, he was contemplating calling it a night when a mousy blonde appeared from the door of the club, walking briskly to escape the rain. One quick glance at her face told him this was the girl he'd been sent for. Pushing himself away from the wall lazily, he sauntered down the road behind her. As they left the crowds outside the club and the streets became more secluded, he quickened his pace, sliding his extra helper onto his fingers. The girl glanced over her shoulder, obviously alarmed by his footsteps. Her face pale, she began to run, ducking into the next alley. Smiling darkly, he swiftly followed her, turning the corner and –
THWACK!
Stunned, the demon looked up from the cold floor of the alleyway, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. The girl strode forwards, enraged, claws and teeth extended. He struggled to his feet, clumsily dodging her next blow, wheezing as she then grasped him around the throat, claws digging into the soft skin of his neck.
"I thought you demons would've learnt your lesson by now," she said softly, laughing. "I'm no soft human."
"No," the demon croaked. "I know exactly what you are." His arm shot out and he caught her full across the face, knuckles gleaming silver in the moonlight. Lucy's head shot to the side from the force, skin turning a violent red where the silver had made contact. She stumbled back, gasping, eyes wide and staring. The demon laughed, striking her again and again, not giving her a moment to recover. Soon, Lucy's skin was battered and torn, ablaze with pain. Eyes flashing gleefully, the demon pushed Lucy back against the wall of the alley, fingers grasping her arms forcefully. Lucy screamed from the prolonged contact with the silver, skin blistering under his hands.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," he whispered in her ear, before biting her neck viciously. Lucy shrieked in fear and pain, the silver clouding her thoughts and slowing her reactions. Forcing her eyes open, she struggled in his grasp, trying to free herself both from the demon and the effect of the silver. Raising a silver knife in his hand, the demon ran the point down the side of her face slowly, gently, not yet breaking the skin. "We're gonna take this slow... I want to hear you scream all night..."
Abruptly, the demon jerked upwards, head thrown back, veins lit up red beneath his skin. His mouth opened, screaming silently as he slid slowly to the ground. His body twitched once, then was still. Lucy slumped against the wall with relief, eyes locking with the familiar brown eyes of her rescuer.
"Hello gorgeous. Miss me?" Crowley asked.
Breathing heavily, Lucy stared into his eyes, battling with her previous panic. Hands still shaking with shock, she reached out slowly, grasping his tie and pulling him towards her. Crowley slipped his hands round to her back, cradling her against his chest as she brushed their lips together gently. Trembling, Lucy relaxed against the warmth of his body, allowing his fingers to trace lazy circles on her skin.
Crowley broke the kiss as she swayed, exhausted. "Come on, let's get you home," he murmured, velvet voice uncharacteristically gentle, sliding his arm around her shoulders.
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Lucy relaxed against the wall of her apartment building, entwining Crowley's fingers with her own as his tongue tantalized the edge of her lips. She was starting to associate his warm, earthy scent with safety – and desire. She hissed as his fingers accidently brushed the burns the silver had left on her forearms. Tenderly, he lifted her arms to his lips and kissed the burnt area, soothing the sharp pain to a dull ache. Tangling her fingers in his hair, Lucy pulled his lips back to hers once more, familiar heat building between her legs. Dropping his hands to her hips, Crowley pushed her against the wall, lust making him rougher and less careful. Lucy groaned into his mouth, pushing her body up against his.
"Are you coming up?" she murmured between gasps, hooking one leg around his. Crowley pulled away and smiled.
"A gentlemen never takes advantage of a lady," he stated, deep voice rumbling in his chest, dark eyes staring hungrily.
Lucy sighed, mouse-blonde hair blowing away from her face. "Even when the lady wants to be taken advantage of?" she asked, looking up at Crowley through lowered eyelashes, her soft fingertips running slowly up and down his thigh.
Crowley laughed, teeth flashing in the moonlight. "Even then." He pressed a kiss to her palm, and he was gone.
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"I do not understand," stated Castiel, tilting his head quizzically to one side, eyes moving rapidly as he watched Crowley's face, searching for a clue.
"You should get that on a tshirt mate," sniggered Crowley, laughing at his own joke, lips still swollen from Lucy's kisses.
"I still do not understand," Castiel continued, eyes blank, face slack.
"And there's the back of the tshirt..." said Crowley, one eyebrow arched. "Nothing? Nope? Not even a chuckle? I'm surrounded by idiots..." He laughed again, the gruff noise echoing around the dungeon.
"I do not understand that reference," replied Castiel, voice clipped, brow furrowing. "And I still do not understand your strategy. Why send in one of your minions simply to kill them? What do you hope to achieve?"
"Oh Castiel," sighed Crowley, tucking in his shirt that had been pulled free during the evening. "You really don't understand women at all do you?"
"That is obvious," answered Castiel immediately. "In which regard are you referring to?" he asked impatiently.
"It's simple, mate," retorted Crowley. "All women just want to be rescued... Doesn't even need to be a white knight doing the rescuing..." He smirked, thinking of the way Lucy's skin had felt under his fingers.
"I still do not understand..."
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A/N: Sorry for the aaaaaaaaaaaages update! I have a really good excuse! I got married, went on honeymoon and am now currently moving house! I really promise to update quicker next time! Read and review xxx
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