you're feeling much better after a hot shower, you reach for your purple towel which you'd left on the corner of a small table which had a little bottle of hand sanitizer resting on it. after successfully drying yourself off and wrapping the towel around yourself securely you looked around for the clothes crowley said he'd bring you.

you frowned, there's nothing except a black dress, longer lace tresses falling at the back as you picked up the fabric in your hands. you examine the outfit, scowling at the dress.

you put it on, the weird corset-like body of the dress is a little tight, but it fits you pretty well. it accentuates your curves nicely, and you feel a little satisfied at the way it fits your form.

either way, you still sort of wish you could just continue to wear your uniform.

you tuck your damp hair behind your ears, and pull the thigh high socks up a little higher. you take a deep breath. you can't stay in the bathroom forever, can you? perhaps you'll be able to slip away unnoticed, though that's probably not the case.

you slowly open the door, looking around the doorframe and out into the hallway. to your disappointment, but definitely not surprise, crowley is standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

you step out into the hallway, your socked feet making no noise against the stone floor. you know he knows you're in front of him, but he chooses not to move.

you say nothing, if the vampire doesn't want to talk then you're more than happy not to talk to him.

you stand beside him, mirroring his position, but you don't close your eyes. though you're tired you know you need to be on your guard.

finally, crowley speaks up, but still his eyes are closed and he does not change position. "i have to leave, so horn is going to stay with you.i can't trust chess enough to not kill you."he lets a small smile tug at the corners of lips, you don't understand what's so amusing, but you don't question it.

crowley opens his eyes, his red hues resting on you without much interest, but then his smile begins to grow wider.

he lets out a breathy laugh, reaching for your arms. he takes extra care with your injured arm, slowly prying them away from your chest so he can examine your figure in the black dress he's picked out for you.

his satisfied expression irritates you, but you do nothing, allowing his eyes to roam over you as he takes in the sight of you.

"i knew it, this is your style." he sighs contentedly, his light grasp on your arms weakening even further before he lets you go completely, allowing your arms to fall back at your sides.

you huff, turning away from the vampire and crossing your arms once more. "you don't know my style." you tell him, your tone a little irritated.

"geez, i just meant this dress suits you well. you don't have to get so angry." he chuckles, walking past you with an expectant wave. you follow with a frustrated huff.

you were lead back to the same room you'd been in before, the comfy white leather couch calling your name as you step into the room. it's practically begging you to take a nap, but you mustn't. in situations like this it's imperative to remain aware of what's going on around you, and you intend to stay aware.

"i'll wait with you til horn arrives, but after that i have things to take care of." crowley informs you, drawing your attention away from the couch. he mentioned needing to leave before. does he intend to stop your comrades at the airport?

"where are you going?" you ask, following crowley over to his desk as he takes a seat in the nice, black leather chair. a contradictory color to the couch, but the same material.

crowley looks up at you an amused eyebrow raised. "i didn't realize you cared, what's with that?" he lets out a laugh at your serious expression. "oh i'm kidding, don't look so serious. you're worried about your comrades."

you say nothing, waiting for the vampire to tell you where it is he intends to run off to. he leans back in the chair.

"i'm going to the airport with ferid, where we intend to kill your comrades." crowley states matter of factly, urging a growl from you as you slam your fist down onto the wooden desk.

"don't fucking touch them!" you shout, the sound of your fist colliding with the wood loud in your ears as you fill with aggravation. "stay away from them."

crowley makes a tutting sound, tilting his head up to look at you better. "they either die or become our livestock. there is no alternative for them." you try to reign in your rage, digging your nails into the palms of your hands, but you can't contain the fire that been lit inside you. you will not let him talk about your family this way.

"my family is going to survive." you grit out, your voice shaking with rage as you wallow in your frustration. you wish you could be there to help. instead you were weak, and you allowed them to capture you. you could have- no, should have done better.

"oh wow, it doesn't take much to make you angry. i wonder why." crowley looks a little confused, a fang poking out of his mouth and pressing into his bottom lip.

you refuse to respond it his silly provocation, turning away and breathing deeper to calm a little of the storm raging both inside your mind and spirit. he could never understand. he doesn't understand the terrorization they put people through. he thinks it's okay because he's a "higher being", as if technical cannibalism is anything to be proud of.

"you lost your family?" crowley asks, prying for details into your past as if it concerns him at all.

you spin around, seething with rage at his knack for overstepping boundaries and assuming its okay. "i have a family, and they're the best i could ask for. they're stupid and loyal and loud and a hell of a lot better than i deserve. don't provoke me with them, and don't pry into my personal life where you don't belong."

crowley's expression of amusement doesn't waver, but there's something in his eyes that seems to change, though you can't figure out what it is.

crowley opens his mouth to respond to your angry outburst, but a quiet knock at the door interrupts him. you snap your attention over to the door, and it opens slowly at crowleys go ahead.

"lord crowley, you wanted to see me?" horn inquires stepping further into the room and closing the door behind her.

crowley nods, waving the blond woman over. she complies, making her way across the room and stopping in front of the desk. she finally looks over at you, a surprised look on her face.

"lord crowley?" she questions, looking you up and down quizzically as she speaks to the other vampire. "i don't mean to question you so forwardly, but why is it that she's wearing such nice attire as a prisoner? and livestock, no less."

you give the female noble an incredulous look, your eyes widening in offense as you bite your tongue, trying not to say anything.

crowley chuckles at your attempt at staying quiet, and turns to face the other woman in the room. "well, horn. that would be because she's not just mere livestock. don't you smell it? she smells so good."

horn looks at crowley with such disbelieving eyes, but inhales a little more anyway. you can tell by her expression that she doesn't know what crowley is talking about. she clears her throat. "yes, lord crowley. i understand what you're saying."

she gives you a strange look, one you can't quite comprehend the meaning of. it's fine before you can examine it further. "what the fuck are you on about? ya know what i smell like? this jackass over here." you snap, pointing your thumb at crowley, who grins.

horns eyes go wide, she turns back to the brunette. "you let her use your shampoo?"

crowley's smile doesn't falter as he nods, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair carelessly. "and my soap." he sounds so smug.

"why you-" you hiss, stepping forward. horn throws a pale arm out to block you from getting any closer to crowley. you stare at her, eyes narrowed in annoyance at the noble.

she ignores you, not even glancing in your direction as her arm retreats and she opens her mouth to speak once again. "what is it you need? lord ferid should be arriving any minute now."

crowley nods in acknowledgement of her words. he seems a bit lost in thought, but soon enough he's looking back towards the pair of you standing on front of his desk.

"i need you to watch over her while i'm away, i'm sure it won't be long." crowley says, standing from his seat and walking around his desk until he's standing in front of the two of you.

you grumble random curses under your breath unintelligibly, folding your arms over your chest and walking away from the nobles. you take a seat on the cushions of the white leather couch, opting to ignore the rest of their conversation.

eventually the conversation comes to an end as crowley realizes that he has to go meet ferid out at the front of town hall.

you pay no mind to crowley as he waves you goodbye, continuing to sit on the couch cross legged and stare at nothing.

you can't do anything with the vampires always watching you, but also you can't expect this to be easy. escaping from these monsters may prove to be one of the most difficult things you've yet to do in your life, but you refuse to give up. not when you haven't started yet.