"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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The doors to the elevator dinged open, as I was in a five-star hotel. My heels drowned out due to the carpet in the hallway to my room. The key-card is already in my grasp to use. In no time, I reached my door which held 'Luxury Suite Five'. I inserted the card into the lock, as the door propped open allowing me entry to the suite. I walked on in, closing the door behind me as I stopped at a circle mirror that hung on the wall in the hallway of the suite. I see my reflection gazing upon myself, the dark red lipstick still perfect when I applied it. My hair in curls, just coming to stop at the top of my shoulders. But I was sensing that I was merely not alone in my suit. A smirk danced across my lips, but I didn't let it last long.
I turned on the spot, and walked over to the rug that was in the center of the room, my eyes cast down to it. Simply crouching and throwing the corner back onto itself to reveal a red sprayed devil's trap on the wooden floor.
"I hope you're paying for house cleaning," I remarked out loud, allowing the men in the room to hear me. I swirl on my spot, to see both Winchester men holding their guns out to me, both dressed back in their 'hunting' clothes. "Atlas we meet again. I hope your egos aren't bruised, as you were beasted by a girl," my eyes were on Sam. A smile came to my face, but it did not linger. I lifted my foot up, and dug the heel into the paint work, and scratched along the circle, breaking its power, as my eyes remained on the boys.
"You're one smart demon-bitch aren't you?" Dean states, his hand steadying his finger on the trigger. "We were on our way here to kill you, but we talked and we could use you. To tell us the truth, and give us the answers," Dean explained why the both came here tonight. "We're not leaving until we get some," he was firm and head strong in his statement, and they weren't going to leave here until they get what they want.
"Maybe you'll leave satisfied... Or dead," my voice turned dark, and before they could get a shot off, I waved my left hand to the left, their guns lost their grip in their hands, and flew against the wall. However, before they could get a chance to move, I thrusted my open hand forward, palm facing them both. They were flung from their spots, and flew in the air briefly, before both hit the back wall, where the door was at. They groaned slightly, that manly one that could get a girl's heart racing. "You really think you can beat me?" I chuckled at the end of my sentence, finding their bravery honorable. "You have no idea who I am," I forced the words through my clenched jaw, and gritted teeth. Taking a few steps closer and closer to them. "But you're about too," I held my left hand out, my palm facing upwards as a ball of fire collected there. It's blazing hot even from where I stood, it hit my face like a wave.
Suddenly, I yelped in pain, a white hot pain generated from my left shoulder. The fire in my palm vanished, as I stumbled back and brushed against someone on my way. I gritted my teeth, and bit my inner cheek from screaming this place to the ground. I groaned and slowly raised my head up to see Bobby Singer.
"This old dog can be taught new tricks," I spat the insult at him as angrily as I could right now. I used my right hand and reached round, grabbing hold of the hilt. I ripped free the knife as a yelp came from my lips again. As I brought the blade into view I could see that it was stained with my blood but I already felt the wound healing up.
