"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 fluorescent bar lights that shone down onto the bar counter lit up the coming night. The day ended, and the wild night was coming. The place was already booming with life, the bikers, the heavy drinkers, drowning themselves. I picked up the short rounded glass that was placed in front of me. It held a light brown liquid, which was whiskey. I smelled the sweet smell of the alcohol, before bringing the glass to my red painted lips. The liquid ran down my throat, and filled my stomach with the warmness that I needed.
Suddenly, a dark feeling washed over me, a chill ran down my spine. But I made no distinction that it bothered me in the slightest. I brought the glass back down onto the counter, but kept my hand on the glass. My head shifted to the right, seeing a blonde woman sitting beside me, her eyes already looking at me.
"Well, took you long enough," I said, my British voice very dominant. "Are you putting me in, coach?" I smirked through the words, but Lilith didn't look pleased.
"For the lack of better words. Yes. You know these Winchesters," Lilith sounded disgusted that she had to speak their name. "Maybe with you there Sam will agree to my terms," Lilith had her own game, she was her own player, and what was inside her head will never be known to me.
"Can I finish my drink?" I raised the glass ever so slightly to her, gesturing for me to finish it. She didn't speak, meaning I could.
"Meet me outside," were the only words she spoke. In a blink of an eye she vanished from the chair, as no one was really paying attention. I rolled my eyes, as this was the day I had known was coming for weeks now. I brought the glass to my lips, and down the liquid in one gulp. I placed the glass back onto the counter and rose to my feet. I made my way across the bar, seeing these burly biker men, all of different sizes, and shapes.
"Boys, we have entertainment!" One of the older men spoke, as they all gathered around me, as if I was at auction and being viewed.
"If it was a different day boys, I would have played along. But I have a busy night," I remarked, eyeing up the few that were in front of me, but I was addressing them all. I walked forward, ready for them to part like the red sea, but they did not. I narrowed my eyes, and took a step back, and felt a hand roughly grab mine.
"Give us a dance love," he spoke deeply, his green eyes wandering my body hungrily, as if he wanted a piece of me. I smiled sweetly, as if I was agreeing to his terms. He loosened his large rough hand, before it fell back to his side. This biker had a long beard as most of them had, or some type of facial hair. Quick as a flash, I gripped his hanging beard, and ripped it down, bringing his head and his body to a lower level. Gasps from his gang, and a grunt from him came to ear.
"Now boys, before you do anything you'll regret. I suggest you part, and maybe I won't kick the shit out of him," I opted for them to stay where they were, so I could have a brawl. Their eyes cocked between each other, but they all silently agreed to part. I smiled sweetly once again. "Next time you speak to a woman, I suggest you do it in a manner that would not land you back in this position," the man quickly nodded his head, as tears threatened his eyes, as his beard hairs were pulling on his face. I released him before swaying my hips forward, and out of their circle. I was so looking forward to the fight...
