Saving Heaven: A SUPERNATURAL Fan Fiction

Chapter Eleven.

AN: Sup Guys! Alright so this is my first true attempt at writing gore and dramatic scenes of such, so there is a nakedness and gore warning in affect. Please Enjoy XD.

-Re

Chapter Eleven

I could have resisted... I could have broken free... I could have told them that they smelt like bad fish tacos but that would have ruined the "I'm innocent! Why are you kidnapping me?" façade I had going on. I tried to pull a Liam Neeson and do the whole 'counting steps' thing but I was literally taken inside a rundown building, up a flight of stairs and chained to a pole... riveting.

After a low chuckle some fiddling about and scuffling out of the room it became apparent I was alone.

My arms were bound above my head by metal chains and I had a sack on my head that smelt like wool and fresh straw. I was sitting back flat against a concrete wall I was uncomfortable but I had what little of my wits about me. I had one of two choices, the first play damsel and lead the villain into a false sense of security in which they monologue, I get all the information I need, then render them unconscious and bring them back to the bunker or I could sit here and sulk about how my best friend landed the hottest piece of ass this side of the international date line... the choice was clear really.

I missed Sam, his smile that caused dimples to appear... those hazel eyes and strong jaw line... a walking wet dream really... oh God!

Fuck Anna! What a bitch! Since when was she allowed to have relationships without my consent! I mean sure she's legally an adult but those are minor details! Then there is this hunting crap with the book... I bet her and Sam read it and laugh together at the horrors I have to face.

I was interrupted by the sound of an electric saw.

The ground vibrated as machinery whirled into life. I could make out flashing blurs through the small gaps in the sack. This was getting a bit too creepy for my taste time to bust out. I used my full force to move my wrists and shatter the chains...

There was a jingle of metal on stone but otherwise nothing.

I heaved and tried to move my wrists again... more chiming.

This time I pulled downwards and all I succeeded in was rising off the ground a few inches.

I swung for a while before plonking onto the ground pain hit me instantly and my butt throbbed.

Well damn. This couldn't be good.

Heeled shoes echoed towards me over the noises, they stopped just in front of me and the sack was roughly pulled away freeing my sight and well I hadn't expected this.

A black haired, brown eyed man wearing a black tube top, very short jean cut-off shorts, fishnet stockings and red fuck me pumps, was crouched in front of me with a wicked grin outlined in fire truck red lipstick. His eyebrows were neatly plucked and well arched, there was a five o'clock shadow gracing his face but meh I've seen worse.

"Nawa is the little Angel stuck?" mockery was present in his tone and fire was in his eyes.

"Not as stuck as you're gonna be when you take those shorts off. Watcha do? Shoe horn yourself into those?" He skilfully leaned closer breathing on my face... putrid rotting flesh. His skin was lightly tanned and his stubble brushed my cheek as he breathed into my ear.

"Watch your tone girly, vamps like to play..." Californian? I leaned up and whispered in his ear

"What do you want? A tick-tack?" I was almost bored. He laughed loudly in my ear. "Ow." and stepped back spreading his arms wide.