Sorry I haven't written in a while! I'm having MAJOR writer's block with this story and Expecto Patronum. The only ideas I can think of are for my other book, Deal. So I'm doin my best, thanks for your patience!
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The night of the school dance. Bobby was going with his friend Jake. The two of them were planning on just picking up dates while they were there. "Go get 'em Bobby," Gabriel slapped his son on the back when he explained his plan, the reason he didn't have a date. Sam just rolled his eyes.
At around ten thirty Jake came over to their house. Bobby was wearing a flannel shirt and was definetely outdressed by Jake, who wore dress pants and a white shirt and tie. "Whoa dude," Gabriel laughed and Jake merely shrugged. They talked for a while, waiting for Luci. After around twenty minutes Luci still hadn't come down. "Luci, hurry up!" Bobby shouted upstairs. No answer. He sighed and ran a hand through his kind-of long hair. "Hang on Jake, I gotta go check on Luci."
"I got it," Jake smiled and went upstairs. He knocked lightly on the door. "Hey Luci? You okay? We're waiting for you, man."
Luci was inside, back against the door. He was shaking, physically shaking, his stomach growling loudly. He was hungry, he was thirsty. Blood. I need blood. "Yeah, I'm fine," he yelled, voice shaking just as much as he was. Go Luci, come on, be strong. Come on. Come on.
"You okay?" Jake asked through the door. He wasn't really friends with Bobby's brother, but he still cared about him. He could tell from his friend's brother's voice somehing was wrong. "Listen, Luci," Jake said, uncertain, "if you need anything, let me know. I'm here for you man. Bobby's really worried about you, he's been telling me you don't talk to him. If...if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Okay?" The door swung open and Luci stood there, legs feeling like Jell-o. "I'm good," Luci said, voice sounding a bit stronger, "I'm ready to go."
Dean drove them in the Impala. Luci engaged in conversation, trying to convince Bobby that he shouldn't worry about him. Bobby wasn't a part of this, he shouldn't worry. At least that's what Luci thought. Bobby on the other hand was even more concerned. Silence and now all friendly? There was something wrong with his brother. Before Bobby could say anything though, they pulled up to the community center, where the dance was located. The three of them got out. Luci followed Bobby and Jake, who immediately started dancing weirdly and hanging out with other friends. Bobby invited Luci over, but he shook his head just as the blonde girl he had asked to the dance walked up.
"Hi!" She smiled. Luci forced himself to smile back, mouth feeling dry. "I never got your name," he said.
"Carrie," she said, twirling a piece of her hair that rested just above her shoulders. She was pretty, but Luci was not in the mood, you could say. He was fighting himself right now. He spent the rest of the night dancing occasionally with Carrie, learning he was a horrible dancer. He ate a little to look normal, and laughed and talked with Bobby. For a few minutes he felt like his regular self.
Then he went to the bathroom.
He went in, saw his reflection, and got that thirst again. His eyes shone black for half a second and Luci's heart skipped a beat. He heard loud deep laughter and spun around, searching the air for the source of the laughter. It was all in his head.
Luci, Luci, Luci, it said, you think you can be with them? You're a killer, Luci. You're going to kill your brother, remember? You thirst for demon blood. For murder, for killing. I made you, Luci, I know.
"Who are you?!" Luci yelled, no undoubtedly getting strange looks from the people washing their hands beside him. He raced out, pushed through the crowd of people, and dashed into the back alley, breathing hard. His breath was smoke disappearing in the cold air in front of him. He wanted blood. He wanted blood.
Unluckily for him Jake had seen him run outside and followed him. "Luci?" He asked, rubbing his arms from the cold. Luci whirled around and reached into his back pocket for his handgun, a habit for a hunter. Or in his case, hunter-in-training. He pulled it out and pointed it at Jake. Jake threw his hands in the air, eyes wide. "Luci?" He whispered, voice barely audible, a whisper in the silent dark alleyway. Kill him, Luci.
"No, Jake. I'm not okay. I...I can't..."
Kill him. Do it.
Jake nodded. "I can help, Luci, please. I know how you feel. I almost commited suicide in middle school. I know."
Luci, Luci, Luci, Luci!!
"You don't understand," Luci breathed, hand and gun shaking violently, "its this voice. This....voice. My uncle....its my uncle's voice, I recognize it now..."
Yup, its me, Lucifer! Haha, didn't think you would catch on! Now follow my instructions....
"No, please! I'm not going to listen to you Lucifer!"
You want blood, don't you?
"NO!!"
Kill him. One little button, baby, pull that trigger.
Jake was shaking now too, out of fear. "Luci, what are you talking about?!" Luci didn't reply, just kept shaking his head. "Jake doesn't have demon blood," he said aloud. Jake gasped. "No, I don't! Luci, what's going on? Luci...." He was begging now, for Luci to spare him, "I can help, man!"
Blood.
Kill him.
I'll go away!
Luci heard the sickening spray of blood and guts across the brick walls of the alley. The voice was gone.
Just kidding!
Luci screamed, so loud. He dropped his gun and bolted away, looking back only once at Jake's body blown to bits. What the hell had he done?
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Newborn x2 (Sabriel & Destiel)
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