Hey there all you readers!
Well, I promised that I'd update when I got 5 reviews, or at the end of the week. Well, it's the end of the week. I know, I know I've pretty much poster every day on this story, but I don't really think I'm going to be able to do that.
I have a new semester staring at school, and I was out with a week 'cause of the flu, so, I think I'm going to have to cut down to updating once or twice a week. :( Sorry.
But, the review thing still stands; if I can get 5 reviews on this chapter before Wednesday (Feb. 19), I'll post as soon as I see them!
Enjoy the chapter!
-Christianne
Nikki POV
"You sure you're ok?" Sam asked, looking at my bruised neck. "I mean, the one from the demon was gone in less than an hour."
I winced as he gently prodded a particularly tender part of flesh. "Yeah, well," I croaked out quietly. "I had a little bit of help."
Sam chuckled once, looking down from my face. His face contorted to one that alsmot looked annoyed, as he looked the iron cuffs around my wrists. "He'll warm up to you," he assured me. I sighed and rested my elbows on the arm of the chair. "I-I'll be right back." He said quickly, giving me an apologetic smile before going into the kitchen.
Something I should point out; the first thing Bobby had did when Sam was assured him and Dean that I was alright was cuff my hands around the arm of a chair, effectively trapping me into a chair.
"Hey!" I called after him. "Hey! Don't leave me in here with this psycho!"
"Oh, who you callin' psycho, hun?" Meg asked, sending me a smirk from the devils trap.
"Oh shut up," I moaned, rubbing my eyes. After I relaxed a little, well, as much as I could with a demon in the room and handcuffed to the chair, I started to call up all the, well, magic I had.
"Sana me, et ego sanabo, et aliis viribus uti." I said slowly, reciting the healing incantation. "Sana me, et ego sanabo, et aliis viribus utiSana me, et ego sanabo, et aliis viribus-"
"Wow...It's been years since I've heard that one," Meg said, her head lolling back to glare at the devils trap.
"Shut up, I'm trying to concentrate." I snapped. My throat already felt better, but I was trying to get it pain free, not sore.
"You know, I thought that you human witches couldn't cast anything through iron," Meg commented.
"What part of 'shut up' is too hard for your tiny, dark, demon mind to understand?" I asked, sending her a glare. "And iron doesn't affect me." I added.
"Oh..." Meg trailed off. "You are as good as they say." I looked at her, confused.
"You don't know?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I kept my glare steady, but raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You're all the rage in Hell sweetie, the way that lookalike of yours fought off thousands of us? Well, let's just say you really excited the gang down stairs. They all wanted to get their hands on a piece of your sweet ass." Meg said, that stupid smirk still on her face.
"Jee, thanks." I said sarcastically. "But my bad-boy complex isn't that bad."
"Yeah, well don't get too excited." Meg laughed darkly. "The boss gave us...Limits." She leaned forward with a wicked grin on her face.
"Well don't hold back," I snapped, leaning forward as well. This demon was pushing all of my buttons.
"Not in my nature Nikki." Meg smirked. She sighed when I didn't respond. She wiggled in her chair a little, I guess even demons get uncomfortable when they're tied up in a chair.
I ignored her and started the healing incantation again.
"So, what's the deal you and Sam?" She asked randomly a few minutes later.
"Excuse me?" I asked, raising my head up from my hands where I was trying to think of how to get out of the cuffs.
"Can't say you have a bad taste in men," Meg continued, arching her neck over to try and see Dean and Sam in the kitchen. "I mean, a cheap motel, those two slabs of prime rib, maybe some'a the goodies from their trunk to keep things interesting; sounds like the makings of a great weekend."
"Maybe for a hell-bitch like you, but they are my friends." I snapped, rubbing my eyes, forcing myself not to think about Sam.
"Oh, 'hell-bitch.' That hurt my feelings Nik." Meg pouted.
"Good." I snapped, glaring at her. "And don't call me Nik. Only my friends can call me that."
Meg chuckled, smirking. "Hun, we're family."
"I don't have a family." I snapped harshly, glaring at her. "Shut up."
"Don't be all broken foster child on me," Meg snapped. "You got a bigger family than you could ever dream about."
My jaw cleched as I tried to ignore her. I thought about Greg and Olivia, my last foster parents, and Chris, was the closest thing I had to a brother. They were my family. "Shut up." I growled at Meg.
"Pop quiz! How do you think most demons start out?" Meg said, sounding like a twisted, enthusiastic game show host.
"Shut up," I said again.
"Wrong! That answer I was looking for, was 'Witches get power hungry, make demon deals and then burn in hell'." Meg said, leaning forward to hiss the last words.
"Shut up!" I repeated, rubbing my temples trying to stop the growing headache.
"Please," Meg laughed. "You may as well stop denying it now. Soon enough, you'll be like me." She said happily, a sickly sweet smile on her face.
"Shut-"
"We're family, Nikki-dear. One day, you'll be right next to me in He-"
"I said shut up!" I said, throwing my head down to my hands. They gripped my temples, my fingers knotted in my hair and my eyes pinched shut as I felt a sharp jolt surge through my body. I was shaking from the aftermath of the surge, my head pounding. I tried to push the surging energy out of my body; hating the harsh, all-consuming feeling it was giving me.
"Nik?" I heard Sam call from the kitchen, then a few sets of heavy footsteps. "What the hell-? Nikki!"
I felt a large, strong hand wrap around one of my wrists and pry it from my temple, pinning it down as he did the same to the other one.
"Hey! Nikki, hey hey hey," Sam said softly, trying to gain my attention, but my head was still pounding painfully. I felt something drip from my nose. Another nose bleed.
"Sam! What the hell is she doing?" I heard Bobby yell. Sam didn't say anything. He must have cuffed my hands because he pulled me up from my uncomfortable slouched position, putting his hands under my arms and leaning me back in the chair. I still had my eyes pinched shut in pain, the surge of-of power was lingering in me, pulsing through my veins. I've never felt so physically exhausted, and it just kept getting worse.
"Nikki!" I heard Sam yell desperately, my eyes flew open when I felt him cup my face in his warm, large hands. The surging feeling stopped imminently after I opened my eyes and left me feeling drained and out of it. I just stared up at Sam lazily as he looked me over with frantic eyes. "Are you ok?" He asked me.
"Uh-huh," I mumbled, not really listening.
He was so handsome. He had such pretty eyes. A pretty pretty blue with that ring of hazel and flecks of green.
"Nik, what the hell was that?" Dean bellowed, checking the pulse on Meg, who was now passed out.
"I dunno." I sighed, my head lolling to one side as Sam took one hand to wipe blood away from under my nose.
"Cuff her again!" Bobby demanded.
"Aw, why?" I whined, pouting at Bobby.
Sam sighed sadly as he cuffed my hands around the arm of the chair again.
My mind was so hazy and out of it, I started giggling about the fact that Sam was handcuffing me.