I groan as I awake to a pounding head. I didn't even hit it.
I sat up, thinking about how I wake up like this too often.
The room was nice for being kidnapped... or possibly saved, but I mean really, what are the chances in that. But anyways, I was laying in a queen sized bed in a bright room with somewhat color coded accessories. It had purple drapes on the bed posts with purple curtains and purple pillows, etc etc... But what caught my attention was that there were no windows behind the curtains, just a continued wall. There were also two doors on opposite side of the room, and in the vanity there was no mirror in the frame. Why would they take out some things? And why would they give me such a lovely room? Wasn't I to be sent away sooner or later with either Gabriel or Lucifer? Isn't this a bit much for temporary? Or have they decided?
I swung my legs off the bed and stood, but that's when I noticed I wasn't in the same clothes. Sickos. I was wearing a crimson red night gown that stopped mid thigh with black lace at the seams. Pretty, but a little too sexy for this situation.
I tip-toed over to one door and slowly opened it, revealing a bathroom/closet thing. To the right of the room was the toilet, shower, and sink, but to the left there were clothes hanging, men and women clothes... When I continued into the room I found another door on the opposite side from the bedroom I was in, and I slowly opened that one, too. Nobody was inside, so I crept in, closing the door behind me and I noticed it was a darker looking bedroom compared to mine.
This room had dark grey walls and crimson red accessories, and the room wasn't as girly as mine. This was one of theirs probably.
I took this time for granted and quickly opened the closest furniture, opening the drawers. Clothes this, clothes that. I moved on to the nightstand. Brush this, condom that. Then I spotted the desk, something I didn't have in the previous room, and I quickly rummaged through the drawers. Pointless things like pencils, sticky notes, and paperclips. But when I got to the middle drawer there were papers.
I skimmed over a few quickly, seeing if it was of any importance. A birth certificate, some bills, some receipts, but then I found the journal.
Footsteps suddenly sounded, and I quickly grabbed the journal and shut the drawer. I desperatley looked around, and jumped towards the bed, rolling under it. Just in time, because the door opened and the footsteps became more clear.
"It's in my desk, let me get it." A familiar voice spoke to the other set of feet. It was Lucifer. This was his room, but why was it connected to mine?
The rummaging of papers gave me time to breathe louder and more sufficiently, and when it stopped I quieted again.
"Here it is. This should explain her sudden outburst." Her? Her as in me? There was some silence, and I assumed the second pair of footsteps was scanning the paper Lucifer gave him.
"It just says shit about how her powers felt drained from the silver chains, and now the loss of them was replaced by pain because that is how she gained her abilities. This isn't the explanation I was exactly looking for."
"Sir, it's the most reasonable explanation. What were you looking for? An explanation on how she-" Lucifer was interrupted by the older sounding man.
"I want to know if our plan worked with her circumstances. Did it?"
"I hope so. She didn't squirm or show any pain whatsoever when I performed."
"Good. Because if this explanation is true, I hope your plan worked sufficiently." The footsteps left the room in loud strides, and the door slammed behind him. Lucifer sighed, and followed out at a normal pace.
I quickly took all that in and rolled out from under the bed, and quickly ran into the bathroom/closet, and then to the bedroom where I awoke. Just in time, I jumped into the bed, stuffing the journal in one of the pillow cases, and pretending to be asleep.
The door creaked open, and Lucifer entered slowly, cautious of waking me. I could here each soft step on the wood floor, inching closer and closer. My stomach churned for some reason, and I tried my best to look at peace.
"Cassandra. I know you've been awake." Oh, fuck. Did he know I was in his room? Wait, what if he can read minds?!
I opened my eyes and gave my best glare to him while sitting up.
"Where am I?" I cut to the chase.
"Don't worry, not in Hell... well, yet." His eyes were a bright blue as he held a piercing gaze on me.
"I don't think so." I pushed up from the covers and attempted to stand, but Lucifer just gently pushed me back down.
"You aren't suppose to be moving around unless necessary for a couple days."
"And why is that?" I tilted my head to the side, pursing my lips at him. Did he have the right to tell me what I could do?
"Certain details I am not allowed to share with you yet." He crossed his arms, and I huffed.
"Well if I'm not in Hell, then where am I?"
"And why would I tell you that? We haven't injected you with silver to cut off your links yet." For some reason, my mind flashed back to when I was in Hell, and when I felt like I possibly wouldn't be able to get back home. And then I thought of the tailor.
"What happened to Jon?" I immediately asked, forgetting about the useful information he just gave me. He smirked and chuckled at my question, averting his eyes.
"Kept him around, even after his betrayal. I mean, he is the best tailor in Hell, why not save him for later when I got you back? Beautiful dresses and nightgowns to be worn in the foreseeable future." He winked at me, and again my stomach churned. I felt nauseous and doubled over, clutching my stomach.
"What did you do to me?" I gasped, and I could feel his overly heated hands on my back.
"I should probably go get the silver, hopefully that will make your powers stay away a little longer and make it stop affecting the plan. I'll be back with a cold wash cloth for your head, as well." When the door closed I desperately reached out in the mind link to Chase.
Chase, it's Cassy.
Cassandra! Where are you?!
I don't know, but I do know not in Hell. Lucifer told me that, but if Palmer is in the pack arrest him and question him, he set this up.
Shit, okay, and are you hurt?.
No, but they did something to me that I don't know of while I was knocked out. I snuck into his room and heard him talking to a man about completing the plan on me. Then I got nauseous and I'm sweating, but I'm not getting treated harshly.
Any windows to get a clue of your location?
No, there are curtains and blinds, but not an actual window same with the mirror in the vanity. Gone.
Fuck.
Chase, he just left to get silver to inject me with. I won't be able to contact you after this. What if I find more clues?
Did you search his room?
Yeah. I found a journal.
Check quickly to see if he wrote the location down.
K.
I quickly took the journal out of the pillow case and opened it. I turned pages up until the latest update, and skimmed while I got up and locked the door. That would hold them off for a bit.
It says here stuff about bringing me to our future Earth home. So this is probably where he wants us to live together when we're on earth or something and not in Hell. Maybe something to make me agree easier.
He didn't reply, and I got worried.
Chase?
Sorry, just had to break some things. It doesn't have anything down about location on earth?
No.
Holy fuckkk.
I heard footsteps, and my heart started racing.
I hear them.
Shit, did you lock the door?
Yes, but that can only hold them off for about a minute tops. The footsteps got closer. I don't want you taken away from my link.
I don't want you gone, either. Just hang tight and stay mentally sane, please. He chuckled in the link a little, and I suddenly wanted to cry. I haven't heard his real laugh in a while, and it honestly sucked. I missed when things were normal earlier in the year where I would dream of my 'perfect mate' and plan out the events of our relationship. Lame, I know, but it gave me hope of a happy ending I wanted.
The doorknob jiggled, and I jumped. I ran and tucked the journal back into the pillowcase.
Chase, they're here.
Don't panic, just remember that I'm never going to stop looking for you. I'll find you soon, and that's what matters.
"Cassandra! Open up, this is not a time for games!" Lucifer called behind the door. My heart skyrocketed in anxiety, and my breathing heaved.
Chase, please don't leave the link, please.
It isn't my choice-
Please. I need you.
Stay strong, you'll be fine. I know you're strong, so keep your head held high like before you had this whole time. You've got this.
The door busted open, and I screamed in surprise. Lucifer's eyes were a glowing red as he stormed towards me, an innocent looking older man rolling a medical cart behind him slowly. Lucifer grabbed me tightly by my arms, his nails digging into my skin as he gave me an angry look.
"You are NOT to lock doors on me, you hear?" I whimpered, finding my strength to be replaced with fear somehow. I don't know where it went. Probably with my powers.
"DO YOU HEAR?!" He screamed, and I lowered my head in panic. He was going to hit me, I could see it on his face. Lucifer has never showed me this side of him, and I was scared.
He's scaring me.
It's fine, he'll perish with the trouble when I find you.
Rescue me.
I will in time.
"You better fucking answer me!" Lucifer yelled, and I nodded to answer his question.
"I want an answer!"
"Yes! I hear you!"
"Good." He pushed me down on the bed, and my heart picked up rapidly in pace. What was he-
He motioned the older man over, and I noticed that he was holding a syringe filled with a shiny liquid. Silver.
I gulped, and backed up on the bed as much as possible. That was a lot of silver going into my blood system to just get rid of the links...
Lucifer caught hold of me and held me down as the older man brought the needle to my skin.
Save me.
And then the needle went in my arm.
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