She was running as fast as she could. It didn't seem to be enough. The shouts behind her grew closer as she neared the door. She ran through and shut it behind her, drawing a spell and placing her hand on it, the glowing light sealing the door. She turned, straightening the bag across her chest. She began to run, only to be startled to a halt by a middle age man in a black suit.
"Hello darling." He said, his accent softening the l. "What's the rush?"
She shook her head. "Y-you don't want to meet the people who are chasing me, now please-" She tried to step past only to be stopped by the man stepping in front of her. She shook her head again."Sir, I...." She tried to move again, only to be blocked. "I don't want to pull you into this mess." The man grinned. "Maybe I want to be in your mess."
His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, then everything went black.
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She woke up strapped to a chair, the same man she had talked to outside the building, now sitting in front of her. He uncrossed his legs and stood. "Well. I'd thought you'd never wake up." She shuddered trying to dislodge the voices roiling through her head. "Where are we?"
"Hell." The man said simply, turning slightly as he paced.Her eyes widened and she strained against her bonds. Her pupils began to leak into her iris, turning a smoky tumult blue.
"You're the king of hell." Her eyes returned to normal.The man nodded.
"Crowley, the King of Hell." He looked at the girl and smiled. "Always thought it had a nice ring to it. Now for your name." He stepped closer, to be met with silence. "Well?"
She swallowed and stuttered out,"Brooke." She waited a moment then finished. "Brooke Grosvenor"
Crowley nodded. "Well Brooke, I've heard quite a lot about you. A Nephilim that can see souls and auras, along with the natural affinity for witch craft. You are quite the hot commdity if...you're actually up for grabs."
Brooke narrowed her eyes, her mouth hardening into a frown. "I'm not going to work for you."
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?" He pulled over a table of instruments, only to get a smirk from Brooke.
"You think some shiny toys are gonna make me join you?" She sneered. Crowley flicked his hand in irritation and Brooke's head snapped back, a gurgling laugh escaping from her throat. "You don't. Scare. Me." Crowley stood there for a moment, and then a slow grin crawled across his face.
"But you are afraid of someone." He released and Brooke's head fell forward as she caught her breath. Crowley pushed the cart to the side. "You seemed awfully concerned as you were escaping those angels." Brooke's eyes widened in despair. "So I have a new deal. Work for me, or I'll put you on the doorstep all trussed up and undo your little sealing spell."
Brooke closed her eyes. "You free my friend from her deal"
"Pardon?"
"Ilyse Hardwin sold her soul on June 1st, 2007. You let her off, and I'll do whatever you want. I'll work for you, heed to your every wish."
Crowley smiled in victory. "You drive a hard bargin. But its a deal sweetheart." He pulled out a contract and released one of Brooke's hands, placing a pen in it. After she had signed, he closed the contract with a snap, removing the rest of Brooke's bonds. "Well Brooke, it looks like you and me are going to have a lot of fun together."
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Lime_Dragon here! Just a note before this book goes into full swing. Any character name you recognize belongs to the Supernatural writers. This universe does not connect to any season, and some characters are alive while others are not. I need some ideas so just PM me if you have any. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
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FanfictionThis is a Supernatural fan fiction about a character I created who is a nephilim (spawn of human and angel) This takes place in an alternate universe, not related to any season. Many characters are still alive. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS with the...
