The world came abruptly back into focus and she found herself being set on a bed by Crowley. Vertigo overtook her and she touched her forehead, blinking hard and trying to find her center.
"It will take some time to adjust to that," Crowley said nonchalantly as he removed his coat. Grace picked a vase across the room to fix her gaze and took deep breaths until she felt oriented enough to look around. Crowley was standing in front of the night stand, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up past his elbows.
"Take that off," He nodded towards her, eyeing her coat, before opening the top drawer of the night stand. She slipped off her gloves and stuffed them into her pocket before unzipping her coat and shrugging it off. She set it next to her on the bed and took the time to look around.
It was clear they were in a hotel room, as upscale as it may be. She couldn't imagine how much it must cost to rent the place for a night and, from the look of the place, Crowley had been there for a while. There were papers and empty bottles everywhere. She spotted a bloody hand print on the door frame just before spotting a hauntingly gray arm peeking out from the other room.
"Ignore that. I'll have him disposed of later," Grace's horror jumped from the body to the giant syringe Crowley was examining. Grace crossed her arms tightly around her stomach, afraid to ask what the syringe was for.
Crowley held out his free hand, watching Grace expectantly. She simply stared back, fear clear on her face. "Your arm, pet," Crowley prompted.
"What is it for?" She finally asked, her voice small. Needles had always made her uncomfortable. Knowing they didn't hurt much didn't help. Just the thought of the cold metal beneath her skin made her shudder.
"You can ask your questions later. Now, give me your arm," The impatience was clear in his voice and she didn't want to find out what kind of punishment's the King of Hell would deal to his...pet. Reluctantly, she outstretched her arm, pushing up the sleeve of her sweater as she did so. She looked away as Crowley wasted no time in inserting the needle into her arm. She felt a familiar rush, but wasn't sure if it was liquid going in or liquid coming out. She chanced a glance that nearly lost her her consciousness as she spotted the once clear vial filling with blood.
"That's my girl," Crowley purred after removing the needle from Graces arm. She returned her arm to her lap, clutching at where the needle had been, begging the sensation to fade. Crowley flicked the needle, looking all too pleased with himself before sitting next to Grace on the bed and positioning the needle over his arm. Once again, she looked away.
Only upon hearing the syringe clatter on the nightstand did Grace dare return her gaze to Crowley. His eyelids had drooped and his expression was suddenly solemn.
"You've been in the cold all day. Take a warm shower," He stood, rubbing absently at his injection site. "The bathroom is over there," He pointed to a closed door on the other side of the room. "I'll have clean clothes set out for you," Without even a look in Grace's direction Crowley wandered to the living area of the hotel room and plopped down heavily in an arm chair.
For a moment Grace watched him, trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. This was clearly the purpose he had in mind for her. For whatever reason Crowley needed human blood and having a walking, willing blood bank was better than killing and draining dozens of people. Grace was a blood slave. And she felt no objection to that.
Grace walked into the large bathroom and locked the door behind her only to hear it click back into place when she turned around. She tried again and watched only for it to do the same thing. She wasn't sure if it was the door or Crowley, but decided to leave it alone either way.
Figuring out the settings on an unfamiliar shower was always an unpleasant and unnecessarily complicated experience. This, however, was absurd. Everything was digital and nothing was clearly labeled. Seeing no way to turn the water on without getting wet Grace stripped down and set a fluffy towel out for herself. She stepped inside the marble shower that easily could have fit five people and closed the glass door behind her.
She stood in front of the controls, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She'd never been fond of being naked in strange places. She pressed what looked like an "on" button and was greeted by blasts of freezing water from all angles. Yelping, she attempted to jump out of the way of the streams. She hugged herself even tighter, resenting the feeling of cold water on her bare skin. She pressed every button she saw until the water reached a nearly unbearably hot temperature.