Eve spent much of the evening in a roadside bar on the edge of town setting up her prey who was either far too simpleminded to pick up on the fact she hadn¡¯t touched even the first drop from the bottle of whiskey purchased for the purpose of?¡®liquoring her up¡¯. But she went along with the charade, stumbling along and laughing drunkenly at the random nonsense he was spewing. She knew exactly to what end his suggestion of their going someplace where they could be alone though the demon had something far different in mind.
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Climbing into the cab of his old Ford pickup truck giggling like some drunken co-ed, sliding up next to him further building his confidence that evening would turn out as he¡¯d hoped it would. Softly whispering in his ear the directions to a small cabin located in the woods a few roads down, one hand slipping inside his old worn denim jacket to run along his chest. During the ride to their chosen destination she continued touching and teasing the man.
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Fumbling around in her pocket as though searching for something as the two stumbled their way from the truck to the cabin¡¯s door. This little charade one she was growing increasingly bored with as time went on. Once inside she found a folded piece of paper on the table beside an antique dagger she had placed there earlier. For a moment she forgot about the man who was now pressed up against her back with his hands beginning to wander along her body. She reached down picking up the small piece of paper which she unfolded its contents causing her eyes to darken.
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Having lost patience with the drunken imbecile she had brought back here the demon sent him flying backwards slamming against the wall with the single wave of a hand. All the pieces had been falling into place then some damned cloud hopper comes strolling into hell and takes one of the souls that were rightfully hers. Did no one honor their deals anymore? Well, someone was damn sure going to answer for this.
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The brunette snatched the antique dagger from its spot on the table quickly closing the distance between herself and the babbling idiot then in a single fluid motion brought the blade up slitting his throat. A much quicker end than originally planned but the news that someone had sprung Dean Winchester from hell left her leaning far more towards furious than being inclined to?¡®±è±ô²¹²â¡¯. With another wave of the hand she let the gurgling man fall to the floor then stepped over him practically seething.
Kat