The Meeting (A Supernatural/ Crowley Fic)

Chapter Four

It was dark when Geneviene opened her eyes. She opened them only to find herself in a dark room. Or was she imprisoned? The red head felt around, and all she felt was open air. Okay, so she wasn't imprisoned. But why had she felt so cold? And what was she laying on? It felt soft to the touch.    She tried to relax herself as best as she could. Where the hell was she?   

"Hello....?" she called out.   

No answer. It was dead silent.   

Geneviene rose from wherever she was. Thankfully she had still been clothed. There better had not been any funny business when she had been not with it. Geneviene checked her pocket for her cell phone. It wasn't there....    Where the hell was she?   

A sudden voice came from behind her.   

"I see that you've finally waken, darling," it said.   

"Crowley...." she grumbled.   

"Would you like to say that louder?" he asked.   

"Not if it means anything else to you, other than loyalty!" Geneviene spat.   

"Oh, dear... are you back talking to the King of Hell?"  

"I most certainly am! I'm not afraid of you."   

"You will be, especially when I'm done with you."

Geneviene folded her arms and turned in the direction of Crowley's voice. She looked at him in disbelief, and she knew that he could see her every emotion, even in the pitch black darkness.   

"I don't believe you....," Geneviene affirmed.   

"I doubt that love," Crowley responded.   

Geneviene snarled in her mind. 'Damn it! How is he so good at this?' 

  "I'm the King of Hell, darling. What are you going to do?" Crowley responded, having read her thoughts.   

"Yeah, and I'm just some girl that you happened to take a fancy in," she argued, rather irritated.   

"Oh, sweetheart, just you wait and see. I, the King of Hell, have no standards for myself. But there are a few rules for you to follow, whether you will agree or not. You understand?"   

Geneviene sighed, "I guess we'll go with that then."   

"Good to hear. First rule," Crowley began, pinning Geneviene against the wall, "you must show respect to your king. There will be consequences if you don't."   

Geneviene tried to resist the demon as best as she could, but she knew it would have been no use. She would allegedly get punished by this guy if she didn't behave.   

Crowley kissed Geneviene's collarbone rather gingerly, then looked her in her brown eyes. It seemed that he was reading her soul for only moments.   

Geneviene had bit her lip as Crowley had kissed her collarbone. Was that really to be unexpected though?   

"Rule number two, Geneviene. When I call for you, come straight away. I don't like to be kept waiting," Crowley added.   

"I don't think any king would want to be kept waiting," Geneviene responded, not sure what else to say.  

As it was, Geneviene somewhat felt awkward around Crowley. It wasn't that he had already tried to woo her, but the fact that he had squeezed her unconscious. Who really wanted to be around that kind of thing.. or people for that matter.   

"Rule three. Don't keep your thoughts locked away. I will find out what's wrong sooner or later. When I do, you must admit to them," Crowley indicated, as if he knew what Geneviene was secretively.    Geneviene narrowed her eyes at Crowley, almost too intently. He was starting to intimidate her even more that he already had been. This guy was a demon. The king of all demons. Geneviene had thought about Lucifer and how he had been the one to create the demons. How did this guy in front of her end up being the King of Hell?