3: Nothing Here for Me
A wide smile spread over her face as Peyton managed to make it out a side door of the house she walked out onto the lush green lawn.
Walking around the side she looked at the large gate to the driveway, smiling when it was open. Dropping the knife to the ground she decided she was going to make a run for it.
Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, she took off running full speed ahead towards the gate.
She immediately regretted her decision to glance over her shoulder when she saw 2 men running after her.
She looked back in front of her just in time to see a demon appear only a few feet away, revealing black eyes.
Peyton tried to stop, but she slammed into the demon who quickly grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder.
"Let me go!" She yelled, as she beat her fists on his back and tried to kick her legs but he had a tight hold on her.
"No…" she breathed out as he carried her back into the house she had worked so hard to escape from.
Moments later the demon walked into Crowley's study.
"Here's your plaything… caught her trying to make a run for it." The demon said as he dropped her to the floor.
She gasped in pain and grabbed the elbow she had landed on.
Crowley dismissed the demon, after he left the room Crowley waved his hand and the doors to the study slammed shut and locked.
Slowly she stood to her feet, still holding onto her hurt elbow and looked at him.
He stood from the chair behind his desk, sitting his empty glass down and looked at her.
"Peyton…" He said, shaking his head back and forth.
"I just want to see my family." She admitted her voice soft with defeat.
"You keep these stunts up and you'll never see any of them again!" He yelled his voice boomed through the room.
"I just want my box back…" She said, looking down to the floor and swallowing hard.
"Does this all seem like a joke to you?" He shouted.
She winced at how loud his voice had gotten.
"If it is, it's a not a very funny one." She breathed out so soft he barely heard her.
"You are lucky it was me who pulled you back to this world. What I want from you is simple, I need you to listen to the angels so I can stay in the know and just be in my general area so I'm extremely well shielded from Lucifer." Crowley went on to continue yelling.
"I'm sorry I tried to send you back to hell, even if it is where demons belong. But you have to understand how this all is for me…" she said, trying to reason with him.
"How did you even get out of the room?" He asked.
Taking a deep breath she admitted, "Well, the sensory deprivation started to get to me… I thought I had been kidnapped and made this up to deal with the trauma of it. So I fought until I was free, and used a small chisel to break the inside of the lock until the door opened."
He stared at her blankly for a few moments.
"I… don't want to be here." She told him, her dark brown eyes meeting his.
"Tough, and things will get a lot tougher on you if you don't start to cooperate with me." He told her, his voice still raised.
"There is nothing in this world for me, Crowley. My family isn't here, I don't have any friends… I have nothing." She said.
"That's not true." He said.
She looked up at him, her eyes widened slightly. "What are you talking about?"
"That box you came here with… it can send you back to the world you came from." He said.
"Right… my box." She said, shaking her head back and forth.
He cocked his head to the side slightly watching her closely, "What did you think I meant?" He asked.
"What do I have to do to get my box back?" Peyton questioned, avoiding his question.
He explained again, how he wanted to her listen to angels so he could stay one step ahead of them, and remain by him to shield him from the angels; particularly Lucifer.
"Lucifer is the father of demon-kind. Why would you want to hide from him?" Peyton questioned.
Crowley continued to explain how once humans were gone, Lucifer would begin killing off the demons.
"Makes since, I guess… I mean he is an angel." She agreed after giving it some thought.
"So what do you say, going to help me?" He asked taking a step towards her.
Her eyebrows pushed together, frustrated at herself when he stepped closer and hear heart started to flutter inside of her chest.
"All I have to do I listen to angels, and stay by you?" She asked.
He nodded and said, "Again, it could be worse… if the angels had brought you here, you would have been mercilessly tortured until you gave in."
She nodded swallowing hard.
"Okay… how long do I have to play along with this until I can go back home?" She asked.
"I don't have an exact time." He told her.
She nodded, disappointment apparent in her eyes.
Slowly her eyes widened, "Are you sure the box will even send me back home?"
"Yes." He responded, but he really wasn't sure.
~(The next day)~
Peyton sat in a leather chair in the living room, and watched as Crowley stood across the room talking to one of his servant demons.
She looked back down to her hands folded in her lap, and then glanced back up, staring at him.
She kept trying to pull her eyes away from him, but she wasn't able to look away from him.
A little while later the other demon left, Crowley took a drink from his glass.
Not facing her he asked, "What?"
Pulling her eyes away from him and looking down at her lap she responded, "I didn't say anything."
"You've been watching me all day." He said, looking over at her.
Her dark brown eyes slowly looked up until they met his.
"I'm sorry… I'm just… kind of fan-girling out over here. You're real. You're the actual demon Crowley. Not an actor… the real thing. I'm just… kind of having a moment here." She admitted her eyes wide with excitement.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
She lowered her head back down, but her lips curved up into a smile and she let out a small excited, nervous laugh.
"Yesterday you were doing everything in your power to be rid of me… as I recall you even tried to perform an exorcism." He reminded her.
"I know… I still don't really want to be here, but… it's you!" She exclaimed.
~(A few days later)~
Crowley looked over his shoulder as he walked into his study.
Once he got in the room he turned around and looked at Peyton.
"I said you only had to be in the vicinity of me, for me to be hidden by the shield on you. I didn't say you had to be glued to my side." He said, a hint of irritation in his voice.
She was silent and avoided his eyes.
He walked over to his desk, and she took a seat in a chair in the room.
"Peyton…" He breathed out.
"Crowley…" She responded, the corner of her mouth twitched, threating to break into a smile.
"Why are you following me?" He asked her.
"I like to be around you." She admitted, sheepishly looking up at him.
"You shouldn't." He told her as he sat down in the chair behind his desk.
"Why not?" She asked him.
"I'm a demon." He reminded her.
She looked up at him, her dark brown eyes brighter than they had been since the day she got there.
"I know exactly what you are… but it doesn't matter." She said.
"It doesn't matter?" He questioned.
She shook her head back and forth, a slightly adoring look in her eyes as she looked at him.
"How can that not matter?" he asked, utterly confused at how she had started to act around him.
"Because you're –you. I don't care if you're a demon." She admitted, her eyes looking back down to the floor.
"Peyton, you're doing it again." He said with a sigh.
"Doing what?" She questioned.
"That thing you keep doing, what was it you called it? Fan-girling out?" He brought up the term she had used a few days ago.
She looked up at him, her eyes still bright with excitement.
He looked back at her, his eyes meeting hers.
"You've been following me around since you got here. It has to stop." He said, his voice showed dominance as he spoke.
A look of disappointment spread over her face and she looked back down.
The room was silent before Crowley looked back at her, his eyes traveling over her body as she remained in the chair.
"I'm getting sick of seeing you in those clothes." He said, his tone flat.
Her jaw dropped as she looked up at him, "Oh my god… what?" Her eyes wide with shock.
"You need clothes, you're in the same outfit from when you first got here. I'm getting sick of seeing you in those clothes." He went on to clarify his earlier statement.
Shaking her head back and forth it took a few moments to gather her thoughts so she could respond to him.
"It's not like I had a warning that I needed to pack some bags for this trip. What I've got on, are the only clothes I've got here." She pointed out.
He had her write her sizes down, and sent a servant of his to get her some new clothes.
~( A couple days later)~
Peyton shut the light off in the bathroom attached to the bedroom she was staying in and walked over to the door leading out of her room.
She sighed heavily as she tried the door knob and it was still locked. Every night Crowley locked her in her room and unlocked the door in the morning.
Crawling back into bed, she sat with the blanket wrapped around her and laid back down.
She hadn't left her room the entire day prior, she was really starting to miss her family and her life.
It was a few hours later when she heard the lock click on her door and knew Crowley had unlocked it, but now she didn't feel like she had the strength to get up.
It was late that evening that she heard her door open, raising her head she saw Crowley walking into the room.
"Have you been in here all day?" He asked her, looking around the room.
"Yeah." She admitted.
"And yesterday?" He asked.
She nodded and laid her head back down on the plush pillows.
"Why?" He asked her as he walked over to the side of the bed she was facing.
"I'm surprised you noticed I've been missing." She told him.
"You've been following me around every day for a week, of course I noticed." He pointed out.
"Well, you wanted left alone, so…" Her voice trailed off.
He squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her.
"I had gotten used to my fan club hanging onto my every word." He said to her.
His sentence didn't even earn a smile from her.
"Have you eaten?" He asked her.
"A few days ago." She said.
"Stay in here if you want, I don't care. But you at least have to keep yourself alive, you're no…" He began to say but she cut him off.
"No good to you dead, no good to you possessed by an angel. I know, I'm alive… still kicking." She said, her voice was dry as she spoke.
"I'm confused, a few days ago I couldn't get you to stay away from me." He said.
Sitting up she looked at him, her hair was fuzzed out on the side she had laying against the pillow.
"I'm sad, okay? At first, this was kind of new and exciting… and it was awesome to meet you. But now, I'm just sad. I miss my parents and I never thought I'd say this, but I miss my annoying 14 year old brother too." She told him.
"Is that all?" He asked her.
"Good, I was worried you were getting seriously ill or something." He responded.
"I'm upset." She said, her voice raised at his attitude.
"Yes, but alive and still useful to me." He said, as he turned and left her room. Waving his hand so the door shut and locked behind him.
The next day, even though she was hungry but she didn't leave her room to see if Crowley was going to come back and check on her.
But it was another 2 days before he came back into her room.
"Peyton… you have not eaten in 4 days." He said, as he walked into her room.
"Hunger strike." She responded, not lifting her head from the pillow.
"Get up." He demanded.
"I don't feel like it." She told him.
"I don't care if you feel like it or not, you're not going to lay in here and kill yourself. Now get up." He yelled, his voice echoed through her large room.
She didn't respond, just closed her eyes and pretended to try to go back to sleep.
"I will drag you out of this bed." He said, his tone stern.
"I'm 20." She responded.
"I don't care how old you are." He said.
"I'm 20 years old, the only thing I've done for a week and half is sit in this house with you. I don't think since I turned 18 that I even stayed at my house for an entire week. I need a change of scenery, I need my family… and I need you to leave me the hell alone." She growled as she kept her eyes closed.
He was silent for a few moments, thrown off by her sudden shift in mood.
The room had been so quiet she thought he might have left, but just as the thought crossed her mind a cold blast of air hit her as her blanket was pulled off.
She opened her eyes just in time to see Crowley grab her legs and roughly pull her off the side of the bed.
Letting out a pained groan she looked at him with narrowed eyes before quickly scrambling to her feet.
"You… you threw me down on the floor!" She yelled crossing her arms over her chest.
"I told you to get up." He yelled over her as she spoke.
"You're rude!" She shouted louder than he had been yelling at her.
"Well, you're not exactly the greatest company to have either." He responded, his voice down to his normal tone.
"That isn't true, I am great company." She argued her eyebrows arched at him.
"Mhmm." He hummed disbelievingly at her.
"I am." She continued to argue with him.
"You've proved otherwise." He stated.
"Have not." She continued to yell at him.
"You go from one extreme to the next. One moment you're glued to my side and I can't get you to leave me alone and then you go on a hunger strike and want nothing to do with me." He pointed out his reasoning.
"Clearly I'm dying." She said dropping her arms to her side.
"What are you talking about?" He asked growing more confused.
"My soul is withering away and I'm slowly dying from being locked up and not allowed to leave this damn house." She said her brown eyes serious as she spoke.
Letting out a heavily irritated sigh he shook his head back and forth as he rubbed his forehead.
"Peyton…" He said his voice trailing off into another sigh.
"It's the truth." She said with gravel in her voice.
"It is not. You're being dramatic, and the only thing you're dying from is starving yourself to prove some kind of point." He said.
"Please, just let me go for a walk… or something. I need fresh air and sunlight, social interaction. My box… I need my box so I can get the hell away from this world, it's much better to watch this as a TV show than to be living in this hell." She said, growing angrier at him.
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