Title: How To Deal
Sequel to: A Matter Of Emotion
Characters: Lois/Dean, implied Chloe/Sam
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Two days after the Winchester left, Chloe died. And Lois only promised never to sell her soul...she never promised she wouldn't make a deal.
Written for my Paranormal25 Prompt Table. # 138. Ley Lines.
Warning: Some disturbing content.
It happened two days after the Winchesters left to meet with their father.
"I didn't know who else to call." Lois looked up desperately from her cousin's body before gazing back down. She dipped the wash cloth into the bowl with icy water and then squeezed most of the water out, bringing the freezing cloth to her cousin's sweat-covered forehead, feeling the cloth lose all its coolness in seconds, absorbing the scorching heat coming off of the girl's skin.
"How long has she been like this?" Magda unwrapped her scarf and sat down on Chloe's other side, worry visible on her every feature.
"A couple of hours." Lois dipped the cloth into the bowl of freezing water once more, her actions desperate. "She was fine, talking to me about that stupid television show she likes so much-and then she just looked at me in horror and collapsed and she hasn't been conscious since." The brunette bit down on her bottom lip, voice wavering. "She's been getting worse and worse and I...I found this." She pulled up Chloe's shirt to reveal lacerations up the blonde's stomach, some old and beginning to scar, others puffy and red yet closed, and others still open, very recent. "Some of these scars are as old as a two months old, Magda." Lois whispered, looking up at the redhead.
"Sweet Hecate." Magda whispered, horrified as she gazed upon the torn body. "Why didn't she tell us?"
"She knew we wouldn't find out any other way. We don't touch her skin because...and she didn't want to worry us." Lois answered angrily, sniffling. "That's why she tried to kill herself by looking at the Gaki's true face. She knew it was going to happen very soon." Suddenly Chloe arched up at an inhuman angle, screaming in agony, lacerations beginning to slice across her face and chest, opening her up, blood beginning to pour down her pale skin, tinting it red.
Lois stood, horrified, not knowing what to do.
The skin around the lacerations began to burn visibly, red like embers, eating away the skin slowly.
That scream turned inhuman with the pain.
Chloe's eyes were open, but they were glazed over with a milky sheen.
Her muscles began to contort viciously.
Lois shook, breathing erratically.
She couldn't do anything.
"I'm sorry! I-I just can't
!" Magda backed out of the room before rushing out, crying.
Lois couldn't move, refused to let her cousin endure this alone and afraid.
Sobs wracked her body as she collapsed onto the seat, clasping the forgotten washrag as if it were her only tie to life, eyes never leaving her cousin.
The skin was peeling back, leaving ugly, monstrous black beneath.
Chloe's scream grew deeper, hoarser, more animalistic.
Lois covered her ears with her hands, trembling viciously.
"She's going to let it happen. Not even now does she call for help."
Lois jumped at the voice, screaming, turning with tear-filled eyes to see a handsome young man, a little older than Chloe, shaking his head at the blonde's feet. The brunette stood rapidly, eyes wide. "You're the one she was talking about."
He turned to her. "Do you know what's happening to her?"
The sound of bones breaking, and that inhuman snarl of agony, shook the room.
Lois tore her gaze from him to look at her cousin, misery and impotence visible in her eyes as Chloe's face began to morph slowly yet surely.
"You do." He sighed, going to stand by Chloe's other side, looking down at her. "If this isn't stopped, if she isn't given the cure before the transformation is complete, she'll become a monster, a mindless, soulless, bloodthirsty creature who will only live to serve the witch who cursed her."
Lois knew this.
She-the brunette ducked her head, closing her eyes tightly, body shaking. "She made me promise not to sell my soul."
"I don't want your souls."
Her eyes flew open. "What?"
The boy looked down at the girl on the bed. "I don't want souls
"What do you want?" Lois asked desperately.
She'd promised her cousin she wouldn't sell her soul.
She hadn't promised she wouldn't sell anything else.
The boy looked up at her. "I want five years."
Lois blinked, confused. "What-?"
"I want her to work for me, for five years." He replied.
The brunette was shocked.
"Only five years of loyalty and service." The boy announced. "And after those five years, she'll have her freedom."
"Why do you want her?" Lois asked.
None of this made any sense.
Chloe roared, the sound of tearing awful and nightmare-inducing as suddenly two large, demonic wings bursted through the skin of her back, extending themselves out.
"Oh my god.
" Lois whispered in horror, bringing a hand to her mouth.
"She asked you to kill her before the transformation was complete." The boy commented.
Lois felt as if she'd been slapped. "How did you know?"
"Fives years, Lois, and then your cousin is a free agent, in control of herself and her own destiny." He whispered, suddenly by her side, speaking into her ear. "All you have to do is say yes."
Lois jerked away from him with a cry. "You-you can save her?"
He nodded. "If she'd come to me before the final transformation I could have restored her humanity, taken away everything, but now...now I can keep her from becoming what she's becoming...by turning her into something else."
"What? No! She's human! She-."
"She's a monster right now!" He hissed. "What I would turn her in would be much more human than what she's becoming!"
Lois took in a deep breath. "Why do you want her? You tried to kill us. You told her that only someone of-."
"Pure heart and spirit?" He finished. "Humans. Never can see the good in themselves. Its sickening." He backed away. "You've given up everything for that girl. There is nothing purer than that."
Lois' eyes widened.
Chloe's body levitated off of the bed, spasming, eyes bleeding demonic black as her skin continued to melt away.
!" Lois cried.
"Make the deal." He hissed to her. "Make it!"
Lois looked from her cousin to the boy and back over and over again. "Five years. Then her freedom."
Bones broke and rearranged, the screaming and howling and snarling never stopped.
Skin tore once more, and a tail broke loose.
"Deal!" Lois screamed, tearing her horrified gaze from her cousin to the boy. "Deal! Just please help her!"
The boy smiled, and then in seconds the room flickered out, and instead they were in the middle of ruins, surrounded by a jungle, and Chloe was lying silently, motionlessly, on what appeared to be a sacrificial slab.
Lois felt unease enter her. "What-?"
And that was when she noticed the dagger in the boys hand.
Her eyes widened in horror. "What do you-?"
And then he stabbed himself in the heart with it.
Lois was shocked, unable to move.
Wincing, the boy pulled the blood-coated dagger out of his chest. "I liked this shirt." His wound healed up before Lois' eyes, though his shirt was destroyed. "You have to stab this through her heart."
?" Lois' eyes narrowed. "I would never-!"
"The reason her transformation has stopped is because I have her resting right where two very powerful ley lines meet." He announced, holding the dagger by its hilt and holding it out to her. "The lines of powerful energy will only keep it for a couple of minutes though. And if you don't inject my heart's blood into her heart, she will turn into a chimera." He thrust the handle towards her. "You have to kill her to stop the transformation. And my blood will do the rest."
She hesitated, hand shaking, eyes wide. "I-."
"You have to be the one to do it. You made the deal." He explained.
The brunette took in a deep breath, reaching for the dagger.
He pulled it out of her reach. "There's a condition. This is a deal made on behalf of someone else. Which means you have to sacrifice something." He continued before Lois could open his mouth. "I don't want your soul, I've said that already. But the condition, the sacrifice you must make, is that you can't see your cousin again. At least not until the five years are up."
"What?" Lois whispered, heart breaking. "But-."
"I'll give you time to say your goodbyes," he assured her. "But after that, you will be unable to see her until the five years are over, and you are not allowed to tell anyone that she is alive. If you break these conditions, the deal will be void and she'll immediately turn into a chimera." His eyes narrowed. "Are you willing to make this sacrifice? You love her very much. It will be hard."
Lois didn't know what to make of the moment's sympathy in his voice. "Is this why you didn't want me to die? That time in the haunted school?" She raised her gaze to meet his. "Because you knew this day would come and that I'd be the only one able to make the deal with you?"
He nodded. "I'd suspected this might be the case."
"Will you hurt her?"
He glared at Lois. "Of course not. I wouldn't go through all this trouble just to get something to abuse
"Will you force her to become evil?"
"No one can be forced to become evil." He replied.
The brunette, slightly taller than the boy, took in a deep breath. "What are you?"
He was patient, that was for sure. "I'm surprised it took someone this long to ask me." He smirked. "I'm a cambion."
Her eyes widened.
He was the son of a succubus/incubus and a human?
"Yes, I have some
humanity in me as well." He sighed, obviously put upon to have to admit that. "Whatever you pick, Lois, you must do it now. The power of the ley lines is beginning to lessen."
Taking in a deep breath, she reached for the hilt of the dagger and turned to her cousin, fighting the tears. Her hands trembled as she raised the dagger high, and then she closed her eyes tightly as she brought it down, feeling sick and dizzy as she felt the blade slice through skin and muscle.
The brunette crumbled to her knees and vomited in disgust as she cried.
A bright light shone from the sacrificial slab, and when she looked back up again, Chloe's body was gone.
"She will be dead for a week as my blood does what it needs to. I have made it so that it appears the murder/rapist who has been targeting young girls around Metropolis is the one who has done the crime." He announced, going to Lois and bending on his knees. "You will have the funeral, and on the night of the week's end, you will go to her grave. At midnight, you can say your farewells."
She looked up at him.
But he was gone, and she was in her room again.
On her knees on the floor.
The brunette collapsed onto the carpet and cried.