Bela Talbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-09-08 01:40 pm
enjoythe_ride) wrote2008-09-08 01:40 pm
[OTC] Walk the Line
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jstliketherifle, Sam = likely_evil. Set after THIS.]
She was walking a fine line between the two of them. Screwing over one brother to work for the other, and then screwing the other right back again, literally this time. Granted there was a dream involved most of the time with the literal screwing, but still—it was a bit twisted, even as far as she was concerned. She was the unwilling go-between between two warring parties, stealing things from one to give to the other, and then stealing it back because the other one demanded of it.
This wasn’t just about hating Sam, or hating Dean, or hating what they were doing to her. It wasn’t a matter of fear either, although fear of one brother Winchester was a bit higher than the other. She wasn’t in this for the money, and she wasn’t exactly sure why that wasn’t the case. Cheap thrills weren’t really her kind of thing. But apparently there was a deeper need in this, one that she herself didn’t fully understand, that she wouldn’t question at this precise moment in time. Instead, she would focus on the matter at had, and catching up with her contact.
“You’re late.”
Bela’s eyes narrowed slightly in the girl’s direction before she brushed her hair over her should with a sigh. “He wanted to cuddle afterwards.” The girl was a mouse of a demon, skittish—a raw bundle of nerves and energy. Her eyes darted in every direction as Bela approached her, adjusting her coat around her body as to cover herself up. Not that there was anything to cover—it was a dream, it left no real marks on her body, but she could still feel them well enough. She strode purposefully over to the other woman, tilting her head to the side and looking expectant. “Did you get it or not?”
“I got it, I got it,” the girl twittered, her hands shaking as she handed over the bundle wrapped in silk, continuing to glance around in expectation that something was going to jump out of the shadows and attack her for breaking one of the cardinal rules of Sam’s little gang. “Right where you said it was. How’d you know he wasn’t going to—ya know—wake up?”
“I just know these things,” Bela said with a frown, before starting to unwrap the bundle. The girl’s eyes went wide, and she reached for Bela’s hands.
“What’re ya doin’?!” She was worried about someone in the dark seeing the gun and knowing what she had done. “You insane?”
“Just checking to make sure everything’s in order,” Bela replied thinly, as her eyes fell on the gun and she looked it over, making sure it wasn’t some kind of replica and she was sending Dean or whoever he might give the gun to into battle with a dud. That was only a certified way to get her killed, either by Dean when it winds up giving it to one of his boys, or by Sam because Dean had it and it didn’t work. She was looking to stay alive, and she had a reputation to maintain after all. She didn’t deal in bad merchandise when she was human, and she wasn’t going to start now that she was a demon.
“So—whadabout my payment?” the demon frowned, shaking hand held out for what had been promised to her. Bela looked back up at her for a moment, before giving her a thin smile.
“You’re right,” she said with a nod. “How silly of me to forget.” At that moment, her fingers curled through the silk around the hilt and trigger of the gun, aiming it at the one who helped her. She cocked back the hammer of the gun, and fired before the demon had even had a chance to react.
The nerves were a bad sign after all. Couldn’t have a girl like that still sitting on the inside. She’d spill as soon as Sam so much as glared in her direction, and she couldn’t have that. Not yet anyway. This was too dangerous a game for her to be leaving behind loose ends, especially one as fragile as her. Besides, as far as Bela was concerned, she was saving the girl a whole lot of torment. Sam was a bit of the vengeful type.
She tucked the gun away again as the body dropped to the ground and she continued to walk past it for a moment, before turning back to the girl with a small smirk. “Thanks again, sweetie, for the help. Really couldn’t have done it without you.”
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wayward_au. Dean = jstliketherifle, Sam = likely_evil. Set after THIS.]She was walking a fine line between the two of them. Screwing over one brother to work for the other, and then screwing the other right back again, literally this time. Granted there was a dream involved most of the time with the literal screwing, but still—it was a bit twisted, even as far as she was concerned. She was the unwilling go-between between two warring parties, stealing things from one to give to the other, and then stealing it back because the other one demanded of it.
This wasn’t just about hating Sam, or hating Dean, or hating what they were doing to her. It wasn’t a matter of fear either, although fear of one brother Winchester was a bit higher than the other. She wasn’t in this for the money, and she wasn’t exactly sure why that wasn’t the case. Cheap thrills weren’t really her kind of thing. But apparently there was a deeper need in this, one that she herself didn’t fully understand, that she wouldn’t question at this precise moment in time. Instead, she would focus on the matter at had, and catching up with her contact.
“You’re late.”
Bela’s eyes narrowed slightly in the girl’s direction before she brushed her hair over her should with a sigh. “He wanted to cuddle afterwards.” The girl was a mouse of a demon, skittish—a raw bundle of nerves and energy. Her eyes darted in every direction as Bela approached her, adjusting her coat around her body as to cover herself up. Not that there was anything to cover—it was a dream, it left no real marks on her body, but she could still feel them well enough. She strode purposefully over to the other woman, tilting her head to the side and looking expectant. “Did you get it or not?”
“I got it, I got it,” the girl twittered, her hands shaking as she handed over the bundle wrapped in silk, continuing to glance around in expectation that something was going to jump out of the shadows and attack her for breaking one of the cardinal rules of Sam’s little gang. “Right where you said it was. How’d you know he wasn’t going to—ya know—wake up?”
“I just know these things,” Bela said with a frown, before starting to unwrap the bundle. The girl’s eyes went wide, and she reached for Bela’s hands.
“What’re ya doin’?!” She was worried about someone in the dark seeing the gun and knowing what she had done. “You insane?”
“Just checking to make sure everything’s in order,” Bela replied thinly, as her eyes fell on the gun and she looked it over, making sure it wasn’t some kind of replica and she was sending Dean or whoever he might give the gun to into battle with a dud. That was only a certified way to get her killed, either by Dean when it winds up giving it to one of his boys, or by Sam because Dean had it and it didn’t work. She was looking to stay alive, and she had a reputation to maintain after all. She didn’t deal in bad merchandise when she was human, and she wasn’t going to start now that she was a demon.
“So—whadabout my payment?” the demon frowned, shaking hand held out for what had been promised to her. Bela looked back up at her for a moment, before giving her a thin smile.
“You’re right,” she said with a nod. “How silly of me to forget.” At that moment, her fingers curled through the silk around the hilt and trigger of the gun, aiming it at the one who helped her. She cocked back the hammer of the gun, and fired before the demon had even had a chance to react.
The nerves were a bad sign after all. Couldn’t have a girl like that still sitting on the inside. She’d spill as soon as Sam so much as glared in her direction, and she couldn’t have that. Not yet anyway. This was too dangerous a game for her to be leaving behind loose ends, especially one as fragile as her. Besides, as far as Bela was concerned, she was saving the girl a whole lot of torment. Sam was a bit of the vengeful type.
She tucked the gun away again as the body dropped to the ground and she continued to walk past it for a moment, before turning back to the girl with a small smirk. “Thanks again, sweetie, for the help. Really couldn’t have done it without you.”
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