Crowley's Daughter

Chapter Seven

Crowley walked into her doorway and stood there. Victoria continued reading her book. It was getting interesting when she heard someone clearing their throat. She put down the book and looked over, sending daggers through her eyes.

"Can I help you, dear father?" Victoria asked from the bed she was sitting on.

"As a matter of fact, you can. You see before I left Anthony had a phone." Crowley said putting his hands in his pockets. Victoria stared at him, not even tempting to look down at the phone she hid under the covers. She felt it but she wasn't going to show it to him. "You wouldn't happen to know where it went do you?"

"Gee, I don't actually. But if you think I'm lying, you can always come over here and search. Oh, wait, you won't cause of a little thing that I'm trapped in. Oh well, better luck next time. Can I help you with anything else father?" Victoria said smiling sweetly. 

"You are absolutely dreadful," Crowley said.

"Like father, like daughter," Victoria answered not even a second after Crowley finished. "You know why I think you hate me?" 

"Enlighten me."

"I remind you of your dear old Mommy," Victoria said causing Crowley to get pissed.

"You leave that whore of a witch out of this."

"Ah, I do. Don't I? Everything I do remind you of her. All the spells. The sweet talking. The being on your side and then ditching you the first chance I got. We are pretty much the same person."

"How did you even find out about her?" Crowley sneered.

"Anthony tossed me a book when I first got here. The book of the Damned. Every time I read it, I hear her. Reading it to me. Telling me how much she loves me more than you. How much she wishes I was Queen instead of you being King. Telling me that if I am lucky enough you will turn your back and I'll stab you in it. Then I'll run the shit show you have running downstairs. Also, there was a note in the front that said have fun trying to read this Fergus, Love Mommy."

"You don't know the littlest thing about that whore."

"Well, if it's not your mother I remind you of, is it mine?" Victoria asked causing Crowley to go from mad to depressed. "It is. I remind you of my mother. The same mother who gave birth to me then died when I was four. Did you even love her?"

"You shut your whore mouth! Of course, I loved Carrie. She was everything to me. Why on earth do you think I took you in or put your first case with the Winchesters? She would have been my Queen but when she found out what I was, she was too scared that you would be just like me. So, she took you and left. I never even knew that you were alive until that night."

"Well, do me a favor, Dad. Tell me how did my Mommy die?"

"She sold her soul. She wanted to be loved and I was the demon that made it all happen. I loved her and made her feel like a Queen. All she had to do was say yes, and she would be Queen of Hell. I would void her contract. I would protect her and call of my hounds. But she refused. She said that she wouldn't let her precious little daughter live the life of a demon. I said you could live with your grandmother but she refused. Ran off to live with her mom and you, of course. Then when you were about four and a half. I sent my hellhounds after her. It was apart of the deal. I couldn't break it for some girl who just ran off, three weeks before our wedding. Even if I loved her. She loved me and I loved her, but she loved you more than me. You were just some stupid mistake." Crowley said slamming the door and leaving. He locked the door and started yelling at Anthony about how he would be back and how Anthony was not to go in that room or near it till he got back.