Damaged

Chapter Eleven: Plan?

     Flashes of a church came flying through my mind, I didn't know which Church it was, but I never got a clear picture. Everything was zooming past, and I couldn't make out a clear picture. The next position was a statue, a holy mother statue, but it had blood running from its eyes, as if it was crying. The next image came flying through my mind, it was a girl, a girl with red hair, her face angelic - pretty. But something about her seemed weird. When I thought it was over, I zoomed onto the next image, however, it didn't change, it just spun around to face the attic door, but Dean and Sam held their guns in their hands, sneaking through the attic. I couldn't tell if this was now, or in the future. I opted for the future, because that was normally why I had these types of visions...

I forced myself awake, and out of the vision, finding myself in my apartment, the silk sheets twisted and distorted around me, if I had been moving in my sleep. A cold sweat was on my forehead, but it wasn't enough to make it rain. After Lilith sent me back to my hotel room, I packed my bags, and left that ugly styled room. I didn't even tell Sam or Dean, but I did hear that Sam cured his brother. Halloween had also passed, though it was different every century. Now it was children wearing funny customs, some adorable and some not. But it was a national holiday, Christmas and New Year had already gone by as well, I always did something devilish for those Holidays mostly in the bedroom, if you catch my drift. Wanting to live the best of my life that I could, before Lilith comes seeking for me, though she hadn't tried yet.

I shifted more up, allowing my back to lean against the soft material that was the headboard, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. Visions weren't anything new to me, I was a Witch, and when I was younger I suffered really bad dreams - premonitions even. My Mother always said that I was connected more to magic than most Witches, and spells, magical things, just seemed to happen naturally. But why now was I dreaming about a pretty girl, and the Winchesters', they must be connected in a way.

"Great," I said softly, snapping my index and thumb together, it echoed throughout the bedroom, but suddenly, the chandelier that hung in the middle of the room switched on, and so did the bed-side lamps.

"Seeing things?" An unknown male voice came into play, as I turned my gaze to the corner of the room - which was in darkness. A man stepped out, he was in early thirties, but I have never seen him before, but he was similar in sense to Lilith, but it wasn't her.

"Not giving a girl some privacy?" I remarked, not even bothering to hide my current outfit - which basically was a red laced bra. "Not very gentleman like," he only sniggered at my comment, finding it amusing.

"I'm far from a gentleman," he states, clasping his hands together, offering a smug smirk. "Give us a peek," he winked, his eyes lowering to my breasts like he was a dog in heat. I rolled my eyes, every man I meet wants a feel, well Demon in this case. I effortlessly waved my hand out to him, and he was flung back, at a fast speed, hitting the wall with such force it made the plastering crack, creating a spider-web formation. He grunts on impact, groaning slightly as it hurts him. "Wow, I gotta say, that hurt a little," he states, finding the time to chuckle at my performance.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" I had no desire to play any games tonight, if he wasn't going to give me a straight answer, it was straight back to Hell.

"Lilith sends her regards, and the names Alastair, sweetheart," as he states his name, his eyes rolled upwards to reveal the whiteness of his eyeballs. He was clearly different from other Demons. White-eyes, high level demons.

"Oh, I'm shaking," I remarked, finding his attempt to scare me was fultale.

"Cocky, fierce, hot," he replies, his brown eyes returning back to sit in their normal position. "Lilith warned me about that," he states, but I didn't see the point in keeping him suspended in the air, against the wall. I waved my hand effortlessly once again, and he falls to the ground, grunting for a moment, but he lands on his feet. "You pack a punch, for such a delicious beautiful woman," his eyes wandered my chest for the second time around.

"Flattery won't get you nowhere," I state coldly, knowing he came here for a purpose. "Now what does Lilith want?" I arched my eyebrow, as Alastair takes a few steps forward, coming to the end of the bend, and placing his hand onto the metal.

"Straight to business, eh?" He states but I remained silent, wanting him to proceed and get him out of here. "She has a job for you. It's simple, really. All you have to do is spy on the Winchester. They don't know who you truly ar-"

"And report back? It's grunt work," I cut off Alastair, finding my talents way too precious to do something so common. "I would not stoop so low for her, even if she was here herself, she would get the same response," I shot at him, but he only smirks at my reply.

"You got some balls, kid, I like," his voice went smooth, trying to flirt his way through, hoping I would cave. "But you have to do something, it's either become a spy, or death," he just laid the options out for me, like there wasn't any other way.

"So, my only two options is death or work for Lilith, who wants to free the Devil so he could burn this world?" My eyes never left that of Alastair, as I leaned up from the headboard, as he waited for me to finish debating the options. "I guess my own survival is worth more if I'm alive," I retorted, leaning back onto the soft material of the headboard.

"Great," he states, smiling pleased with my answer. "Now the business is out of the way. How about we get to the pleasure part. I know this vessel is craving for a taste," his eyes filled with lust, and his eyes wandering my body once again. I couldn't but offer a flirtatious smirk, as I extended my arm, and used my right index finger to indicate for him to come closer, while I bit my bottom lip seductively. Alastair seemed surprised for a moment, but it only lasted a second, as his expression was replaced with a boyish grin, knowing that he succeeded in his attempt of seduction. He stalks on over, staring at me as if I was prey, but I kept the seductress posture up...

"Nettoyer," I chanted swiftly, and suddenly, a blinding white-light engulfed Alastair, and sent him on his way, to a place unknown, but it was far from this place. I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself, finding him that gullible. I wasn't going to let his little demon come anywhere near me.

I crossed my arms over my chest, as I had to go back and find the Winchesters, though that wasn't going to be a hard task. The hard task was getting them to trust me enough, so I can join them in their life, and the best way is to make an apology for ditching them. I was always good with lies, and making plans that could be used. A smile danced across my face, as a plan was forming, a plan that was very out there, but it would guarantee my place in their circle, and make them feel a bit guilty...

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