CHAPTER 3

"I need help catching a much bigger monster than you, Sweetheart." He leaned into my face again and for a moment I thought he was gonna kiss me. But his mouth hovered a few inches above mine so I couldn't help but breathe in his hot breath that smelled and tasted like stale beer. "A monster that could end the whole fucking planet."

I stared up at the pitch black hole of his face in confusion. What monster was strong enough to destroy an entire planet? I was having trouble thinking with his thumb continuing to rub small circles on my collar bone. He said he wouldn't do anything sexual to me, but the way he touched me and leaned in so close, gave me the distinct impression that THAT was a lie.

"W-why... why would y-you need my h-help?", I stuttered breathlessly, trying to distract myself from what he was doing with his thumb. "I'm nothing! A nobody!" He chuckled and shrugged.

"Maybe so. But even a nobody... a nothing such as yourself... can still be useful." He twisted the tip of the knife into that little dip between my collar bones as he purred softly in my face. He didn't push hard enough to break the skin, but it still smarted. "See, there's this guy... a hunter..." It was hard for me to focus on what he was saying with that damn knife digging painfully into my throat. He was enjoying watch me squirm, the bastard! "Sam Winchester... He's supposed to lead this army... An army of demons to take over the world." With the thumb stroking my clavicle and the knife within a millimeter of poking through my skin, I had broken out in a cold sweat.

"Then w-why don't y-you kill him yourself?" I didn't think he had any issues with killing a human. I was fairly certain it wouldn't be his first time. I stopped breathing when he leaned in close again and snarled in my face.

"Because of his brother!", He spat at me through clenched teeth. "Dean mother. Fucking. WINCHESTER!" As he snarled the last name, the deranged hunter jammed the tip of the knife into my throat hard, finally punching through my skin. It was so sudden that I didn't have time to prepare myself for the pain that shot through me. But he seemed to be ready for it and clamped his large hand over my mouth again to stifle the scream.

"Mmm... M-Maggie?", A small voice whispered next to me, making me freeze. Molly shifted but didn't turn. The hunter slowly lifted his hand from my mouth while keeping the tip of the knife jammed into my throat. He just stared at me expectantly as I panted.

"E-everything's O-Ok, Molly. Go back to sleep", I whispered through gritted teeth. That little pin prick felt like he had shoved the entire blade into my neck. We continued to stare at each other while I waited to see what Molly would do. I let out a relieved sigh when her breathing evened out again.

But I gasped when his fingers curled over my mouth again and pulled the blade out of my burning skin. The psychopath leaned in and stuck his tongue into the whole he had left on my throat and lapped at the blood pooling there. "Hmm... Interesting..." He sat up with his hand still covering my mouth and tilted his head at me. I just stared up at the shadow tormenting me with a mix of bewilderment, terror, and seething hatred. "Your blood tastes like mine. I half expected it to taste like mud." This guy was completely INSANE!

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!", I hissed under his hand. It came out all muffled, but judging by his giggle, I was pretty sure he understood what I was trying to say.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?", he whispered. "I like feisty." I just laid there panting through my nose while he laughed. After a moment of us just staring at each other, he slowly lifted his hand from my mouth. "And the names Gordon, by the way, not asshole."

"No, you're definitely an asshole." Gordon just chuckled. He started eyeing me up and down, making me squirm uncomfortably underneath him. "Just... just tell me what the hell do you want from me?", I stammered nervously.

"I need a distraction."

"A-a what?" my fear raddled brain had no idea what he was talking about.

"I need you to distract the older brother long enough for me to kill the younger one."

"How am I supposed to do that?" He just huffed and, even though I couldn't see his face, I could just imagine the eye roll he was giving me.

"Come now, Little Girl. I think you know how." In fact, I did know how. But, I was hoping he would have another suggestion. I wasn't that lucky. "He's a man, Sweetheart. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what men want.

"No! I... I can't... I've never... I-I'm only 17!", I was becoming increasingly hysterical and my voice rose in pitch as I began to panic.

"Hey, hey, hey! Shhh! It's alright!", He whispered at me, stroking my hair. "If that's how you feel about it, I can gut you both right now and bury your bodies in the back yard." He was cooing at me as if he were trying to calm a fussy baby. It wasn't working. I hitched a defeated sob before he covered my mouth again. "If you keep that up, you're gonna wake the kid. Then I may not have a choice." I shook my head frantically, whimpering, and the hunter sat up again as he let out a long, drawn out sigh. He took his hand off my mouth, sliding his palm down to cup my chin, and just sat there waiting for me to make up my mind.

"O-ok... w-whatever you want!" I laid there trembling with my eyes shut, trying to breathe through the panic that was setting in. His hand moved again, sliding even further down, and wrapping around my throat. He jerked me up into a sitting position and grabbed the back of my neck with his other hand. He still held the knife and I could feel the handle pressing into my nape. My eyes flew open and I let out a startled squeak.

"That's a good freak." Moonlight shown on his face from the front window of the tiny living room we had bedded down in. He straddled my lap and held me close to his face so that all I could see were his eyes. They were bloodshot like he had just come off a week long bender or hadn't slept in just as long. But there was something else hiding behind those tired looking eyes. Something crazed and desperate. Something monstrous.

"Do... do you p-promise not to hurt my s-sister?", I croaked, trying to speak with this psycho squeezing my throat. He smiled but the smile never reached his eyes. I knew I was deluding myself by even asking, but I was desperate to believe that there was some good in this human.

"Sure, kid. Sure." He suddenly jerked me against his body and pressed his lips against my ear. I shivered in disgust at the feeling of his hot breath on the side of my face. "And who knows, you might even have some fun with old, Dean-o before you bite it."

"Please, no...", I breathed.

"Come on now, Sweetheart. Do you really wanna die a virgin?"

Sorry if the story is starting out slow, wanted to really show Gordon's slide into insanity over Sam's perceived destiny. I promise that it will get going in the next chapter.