In Which Vassago Gets Her Turn to Play with Sam
Alloces was angry.
Granted, when it came to Alloces that was probably grossly understated, but it was the truth. Vassago could see the rage following through him like a thunderbolt as he arrived in the small house she had claimed as her own. She had been busy tending to an unconscious Sam Winchester -- and by tending to she meant tying up -- when Alloces had burst into the room, and she could feel the glare piercing through the back of her head. She didn't turn around, didn't even acknowledge his presence, just fought back the fading twitches from the Holy Ground as she worked.
"You just left her there." He was growling at this point, his voice low and animal. Alloces had always had issues with rage, so honestly, Vassago wasn't all that surprised. Instead, she just dealt with him like she would any other minion, ignoring his clear insolence and focusing on the more important task at hand.
"She was dead weight, Alloces," she replied, fastening the second handcuff around Sam's wrist, letting the chain wrap around one of the iron bedposts on the bed. "She wasn't worth the effort."
At that, a hand was in her hair, and she was being yanked back, slammed into one of the walls behind her. In a half a second, Alloces' hand was at her throat, and she could see the murder in his eyes. "You left her to burn. After all that trouble to bring her back, you just left her there."
"You heard her. She was speaking in riddles and playing with dolls," Vassago replied, narrowly, before using her telekinesis to blow him back against the opposite wall. Alloces may have been complete brute strength, but she was the higher level demon, here. And she would be shown respect. "Mourn the loss of your love all you want, Alloces -- but she was of no use to me."
Alloces was looking up at her, his body completely tense with anger, and he was about to throw himself in her direction again, when Stolas reappeared and stepped between them, concern more than amusement on his face. "Alloces -- this isn't going to get us anywhere. Don't make me make you stop." The larger demon stopped, but the tension still crossed his shoulders, holding him still and keeping him hovering between anger and full-blown rage. Stolas just studied him for a moment, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Why don't you go kill something -- or somethings for that matter? Have a whole massacre -- on us."
Blood red eyes flashed up at them, and he grit his teeth slightly, before disappearing from view. Vassago paused for a moment, rolling her neck slightly, before pushing past Stolas and heading back to Sam again. "Go after him -- make sure he cleans up after himself."
At that, Stolas stopped being impassive, and the more childish look to his face returned. "But -- I thought I was going to play."
"Not until I've had my fun," Vassago replied with a thin smirk. "Go and clean up after Alloces, and I'll let you have Sam when I'm done." She paused with a smirk, before sitting down beside Sam on the bed. "If there's anything left."
There was a huff and a grumble before Stolas disappeared again, and Vassago just grinned, before leaning in and whispering, almost musically, in Sam's ear. "Oh, Samuel. Time to wake up."
Granted, when it came to Alloces that was probably grossly understated, but it was the truth. Vassago could see the rage following through him like a thunderbolt as he arrived in the small house she had claimed as her own. She had been busy tending to an unconscious Sam Winchester -- and by tending to she meant tying up -- when Alloces had burst into the room, and she could feel the glare piercing through the back of her head. She didn't turn around, didn't even acknowledge his presence, just fought back the fading twitches from the Holy Ground as she worked.
"You just left her there." He was growling at this point, his voice low and animal. Alloces had always had issues with rage, so honestly, Vassago wasn't all that surprised. Instead, she just dealt with him like she would any other minion, ignoring his clear insolence and focusing on the more important task at hand.
"She was dead weight, Alloces," she replied, fastening the second handcuff around Sam's wrist, letting the chain wrap around one of the iron bedposts on the bed. "She wasn't worth the effort."
At that, a hand was in her hair, and she was being yanked back, slammed into one of the walls behind her. In a half a second, Alloces' hand was at her throat, and she could see the murder in his eyes. "You left her to burn. After all that trouble to bring her back, you just left her there."
"You heard her. She was speaking in riddles and playing with dolls," Vassago replied, narrowly, before using her telekinesis to blow him back against the opposite wall. Alloces may have been complete brute strength, but she was the higher level demon, here. And she would be shown respect. "Mourn the loss of your love all you want, Alloces -- but she was of no use to me."
Alloces was looking up at her, his body completely tense with anger, and he was about to throw himself in her direction again, when Stolas reappeared and stepped between them, concern more than amusement on his face. "Alloces -- this isn't going to get us anywhere. Don't make me make you stop." The larger demon stopped, but the tension still crossed his shoulders, holding him still and keeping him hovering between anger and full-blown rage. Stolas just studied him for a moment, before crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Why don't you go kill something -- or somethings for that matter? Have a whole massacre -- on us."
Blood red eyes flashed up at them, and he grit his teeth slightly, before disappearing from view. Vassago paused for a moment, rolling her neck slightly, before pushing past Stolas and heading back to Sam again. "Go after him -- make sure he cleans up after himself."
At that, Stolas stopped being impassive, and the more childish look to his face returned. "But -- I thought I was going to play."
"Not until I've had my fun," Vassago replied with a thin smirk. "Go and clean up after Alloces, and I'll let you have Sam when I'm done." She paused with a smirk, before sitting down beside Sam on the bed. "If there's anything left."
There was a huff and a grumble before Stolas disappeared again, and Vassago just grinned, before leaning in and whispering, almost musically, in Sam's ear. "Oh, Samuel. Time to wake up."