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Chapter 3: Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

Lydia shot straight up in an unfamiliar bed, not having any idea where she was or how she had got there. The quick movement made her head pound and her stomach turn. Looking to her left, she spotted an unopened bottle of water with two aspirin sitting next to it on the nightstand. She quickly opened it before downing the pain killers. Looking around, she took in the massive room that was so elegantly decorated, it looked like it was straight out of a home decorating magazine. Lydia stood up and touched one of the mahogany posts on the four poster king sized bed, wondering how long she had been out and whose house this was. Making her way over to what she assumed was the bathroom, she quickly realized that she was wearing a long gold, silk gown and a matching silk robe that both touched the floor. Memory started flowing back into her and Lydia swiftly took off the robe and stared at her arms, confused when she seen not one cut or scratch on her. Reaching down to where the glass had been buried in her abdomen, she realized she was fully healed there too. Taking a deep breath, Lydia made her way fully into the restroom and leaned over the sink trying to gather herself and remember more of how she came to be here.

"Crowley." She whispered to herself.

Lydia slowly lifted her head and almost screamed when she looked in the mirror and seen Crowley standing right behind her.

"You rang?" He said politely.

Turning around, Lydia realized how close he was actually standing to her and she quickly tried to move further away but immediately hit the sink counter.

"You heard me say your name?"

"Of course darling, but only because I was listening and waiting for you to wake. You've been out for awhile." Crowley explained.

Noticing how nervous she was, he took a small step back and stuck his hands into his pockets. Lydia's heart slowed to a normal rhythm, as normal as it could be around the king of hell.

"Where are we?" She asked shakily.

"No need to be afraid, you're completely safe here love."

Lydia made a noise in the back of her throat that made Crowley chuckle. She watched as his eyes took in every inch of her and she mentally kicked herself for taking off the robe and leaving it in the room. It felt like he was looking at more than just her though, it felt like he was looking into her soul, and it felt oddly comforting. It was in that moment that she realized how crazy this all was. The king of hell stood before her, and she wasn't running in fear or screaming for help. She could actually feel herself wanting to get closer to him.

"Can you control minds?" Lydia asked frantically.

Her comment made Crowley full out laugh before he reached over and brushed her long blonde hair behind her shoulder, exposing her neck.

"Don't worry darling, as much as I would like to get into that mind of yours, I told you before, you're somehow blocked from my prying eyes. Whatever you're thinking or feeling is totally on your own accord."

Although she had no idea how she was supposedly blocking him, part of her was glad that he couldn't get into her head. The other part of her knew that meant what she was feeling and doing was all her and wasn't being influenced by the demon whatsoever. Lydia jumped when Crowley snapped his fingers and a familiar pink bag appeared behind her on the sink counter.

"I know that you must be feeling all out of sorts right now so I'll leave you to yourself. Take as much time as you need darling. I'll be down in my study if you need anything."

Crowley turned to leave before Lydia touched his shoulder and made him stop in his tracks.

"Thank you for saving me, and healing me, and just everything I guess. I owe you." She told him truthfully.

Crowley looked over his shoulder and gave her a mischievous grin before replying with; "Oh and I'm sure I'll be collecting on that darling."

He disappeared in the next second and Lydia fell to the ground letting out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding in.

Crowley sat down at his desk and rolled his eyes at the remaining papers he still had not gotten to yet. No one ever said anything to him about the King of hell having to do paperwork. Maybe he should have passed up the chance to become King. The thought made him laugh, he loved the power and control too much to give it up. It was like his own personal drug and he'd never let anyone get in his way or take that from him. Crowley thought about how ironic it was, seeing how he had an enormous distraction upstairs in his bedroom right now and he wanted nothing more than to be distracted in that very moment. Lost in his thoughts about the beautiful blonde, he didn't see his second in command, Kraven, appear.

The demon cleared his throat to make himself known then said, "Sir."

"What is it now?" Crowley asked annoyingly.

"The humans car was delivered and is parked out front."

"Very good." Crowley looked down at his paperwork and began to reorganize when he looked up to see Kraven still standing in front of him. "Anything else?"

The demon looked at him nervously before asking, "Is there a reason this human is so important?"

Crowley stood up, making the demon shrink back in fear.

"She is none of your concern. It would be in your best interest to keep the fact that she's here, to yourself."

"Yes sir." The demon replied then quickly disappeared.

Crowley walked over to the bar in the study and poured himself a glass of craig. He didn't know how long Lydia would be here and he didn't want her leaving with a target on her back or for her to somehow be used against him by someone. If he were being honest with himself, he'd say he didn't want her to leave at all, but he knew better. Crowley knew she would have questions if or when she came downstairs and he prepared himself to explain how he knew where she was the day he saved her, or why he hadn't shown back up for three years. He wondered if she would be angry or thankful that he always had Growly or sometimes a demon following her for the past three years. He hoped for thankful, because for some reason after that first night at the crossroads, he felt a strong sense of protection towards Lydia. And even though he had been busy building his regime to become the King of hell, he needed to know she was safe. Crowley realized how bizarre this all was, seeing how she was a human and him a demon, but there was something about Lydia that he just couldn't shake. It wasn't just that she was somehow able to block him from her mind, but he could also sense something powerful and unnatural about her, making him believe that she was far more than just a meager human. Crowley ignored the fact that she made him feel things that he had never even felt before, he was the King of hell, having these types of feelings was inconceivable. Deep in thought, he was snapped out of it when he felt something vibrate in his pocket and he quickly pulled out the black device covered in a blue case with stars on it. He had told himself that it was okay for him to take Lydia's phone so she could recover and rest with no distractions, but really, he wanted to learn more about her and thought maybe there would be something interesting on her cell phone. Crowley made no apologies though, after all, he was a demon and this was probably the least evil thing he was capable of. Looking down he seen yet another text message from the same number that had been repeatedly sending messages, asking if she was okay, for the past day and a half. Deciding to put this person out of their misery, he typed out a message pretending to be Lydia and assured the person that she was fine.

Seconds after the message sent, the phone began playing a song making Crowley sigh and say; "Bollocks."

After the phone quit ringing another text message appeared and Crowley read it with a smirk on his face.

I don't know who you are, but you're not Lydia. I will find you and I will kill you if she's not back here in twenty four hours. I know where you are.

"Why hunters are such bloody idiots I'll never understand." Crowley said to himself when the person revealed that he knew their location.

Picking up the phone, he let it fall to the ground before stomping on it and smashing it to pieces, figuring there must have been GPS tracking on it. Crowley knew Lydia would have to leave just so she could appease whoever this person was, keeping them from showing up at the mansion now. Even though the grounds were completely protected, he didn't need a hunter knowing the location of his residence. It would just be another loose end he didn't need to deal with and killing one of Lydia's friends didn't seem like a very productive idea. Finishing off his glass of craig, he left his study and made his way back upstairs to check on Lydia. Watching her leave was something Crowley did not want to do but he knew it had to be done. The king of hell would not allow himself any weaknesses.

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