Winchester

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ALLISON'S POV:

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Came a British voice which I have come to recognize. "Isn't it dear, sweet, little Allicat. The girl who escaped hell with the help of the Winchester's bitch." I looked up, my brown eyes set into a glare as the one and only Crowley walked around the corner, his hands behind his back, entwined. "How are you doing, kitten?"

"Crowley," I growled, trying to lunge forward when my hands were pulled back chains. "Stiles will find you and he'll kill you," I threatened.

"Oh, yeah, dear little Mieczyslaw. How is my favorite Winchester?" He asked, gliding across the floor towards the chair thar sat in front of me in this dirt covered, cold, black room.

"Favorite?" I chuckled humorlessly. "You just kidnapped his–" I paused, not knowing exactly what we were. "–special something. If you hurt me, he'll kill you. Hell, he'll just kill you because you kidnapped me." I leaned back against the wall, looking him in the eyes. "Good luck, Crow," I tilted my head at his calm facade.

"Now, now, porcelain face, don't you worry one hair on your little head. Everything is going to play out one way or another, and for your sake, it better play out nicely."

"Why? So you can kill the family that cares more about me than my actual family does? So you can torture their souls, again? Like seriously, how many times have you tortured them? Five? Ten? Twenty?" I questioned, my anger getting to the boiling point. I was about to snap and it was not gonna be pretty.

"I'm not really sure, i've lost count after fifteen." Crowley spoke casually, shrugging before standing up and walking towards me. "Such a beauty, no wonder Stiles took a liking towards you." He grabbed my face in his hands and I tried to bite him when he disappeared and reappeared back on the chair. He held up a finger and shook his head at me, disappointed. In what? I don't know. "You have such a fire inside you."

"And I wish I could burn you with it," I growled out.

"Awe, thanks sweetie, that went straight to my heart." Then a look of realization came to his face. "Wait, I don't have a heart." He grinned, tilting his head slightly at me. "You remind me so much of your mother."

"My mom?" What do you know about my mother?"

"Oh, little kitten, I know everything about your mother." He pointed at the door. "Come on, sweetie." In came my mother but her appearance was different. Her hair was down to her shoulders and her eyes were black. "Allicat, meet you're new and improved mother."

"What did you do to her!?" I yelled, struggling against my restrains, wanting to strangle him. All my mother did was stand there, smirking at me struggling with the chains that held me back.

"I did nothing," Crowley exasperated, putting a shock face on. "She's the one who did bad things to end up here. I just tortured her until she became what she was always going to be."

"I'll kill you!" I clawed at the chains but I wasn't strong enough to do anything with them.

"Oh, no you won't," Crowley shook his head then he disappeared and then reappeared back in front of me.

"You're right, you filthy bastard, it's because Stiles will. He'll gut you until there's nothing left for you to revive!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking as I did so. 

"How morbid," He smirked at me. "That's no way for a mother to speak."

"Mother?"

"Oh, that's right. You don't know," His smirk widened as he walked towards the door.

"Don't know what!?" I shouted, confused on what he had meant.

"Oh, that you're going to be a mother." Just like that, the door was shut.